"Straighten up your back, line up your shoulders. Your aim is all wrong."
Nag. Nag. Nag. That's all you ever do.
Carl Grimes is Officer Rick's son. He is a bossy brat who taught her gun training. He was only ever nice to her once, when he first met her.. Before things got too bad. He stopped being so kind when a walker got his mom.
Walkers are what everyone started calling them, the undead nasty pieces of shit that ruined all their lives. The world went to shit after the virus spread, people got fevers and puked blood and before you know it, they start eating other living people. Word spread that the diseased weren't living anymore, and you were to stay away at all costs.
Now, the living kill the dead and the dead kill the living. Kill or be killed.
"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying, Naomi?"
Naomi rolled her eyes. She always listened to him, even when she hated every word coming out of his mouth she still listened.
Carl and her have been in a group together for about 6 months now. They met right before Atlanta, before they found out the safe zone had been overrun.
Their group consisted of 11 people now, Carl and his father, Rick. Another officer named Shane Walsh, who was Rick's best friend. A woman named Carol. Two redneck brothers named Daryl and Merle Dixon. A Korean named Glenn. A blonde named Andrea and her twin nephews named Billy and Ben. And Naomi herself.
"Oh I'm listening, officer. I hear you loud and clear." Naomi said looking behind her and gave Carl a wink.
Carl scoffed. "Quit being sarcastic."
"Quit being so bossy." She shot back.
Carl and her were both 18. Pissed off teenagers with dead parents in a world full of dead people, it doesn't get any better than that really.
Naomi aimed for her target, a beer bottle to the left of her, resting on a fence just about 15 feet away.
She shot and missed, by a mere inch.
Naomi growled in frustration. "This is absolute bullshit!"
"Well, on the bright side you can't get any worse." Carl smirked at her.
Naomi shoved her shoulder into him as she walked past. "At least I know how to use a knife properly."
If it was anything her father taught her, it was how to use a knife.
That's who she was with at the start of the apocalypse, they made their way to Atlanta and met up with everyone. When they got to Atlanta a lot of people died, her dad included.
Naomi didn't watch her father die, but when Rick grabbed her and told her to go with him he told her he'd take care of her now. Her father must have made Rick promise to look after her. Naomi wished that she could have said goodbye.
She tried not to think about it, like she tried to not think about her mother. Her mother lived in Florida, she didn't know how bad it was there but she could only assume the worst.
Naomi and Carl headed back towards the house they had found refuge in, a big yellow house with traps set around the outside for wandering walkers. The house was a dream come true for them, they were all on the road for a few weeks before they found the place. The cabinets were full of canned goods, gallons of water, and even some snack food.
The redneck brothers were the ones who went out hunting for meat. Naomi had multiple interactions with the older Dixon brother, Merle.. He came onto her whenever Rick wasn't around. One time Naomi threatened him with a knife held in her hand, but he only laughed at her. She started ignoring him after that.
The younger Dixon brother was another story. He was about 25, and wasn't a total asshole like his older brother. Daryl never really talked to anyone, but when he did, he was yelling at someone. Mostly he only yelled at Merle. Naomi had only spoken to him once in the six months she'd known him.
By 'spoken to him' Naomi meant, she had yelled his name once to catch his attention before a walker got him from behind. Daryl nodded to her as a thanks and ever since then, he occasionally looked at her with a blank stare.
Naomi couldn't find it in herself to talk to him because she had no idea what to say to him. Also the fact that she found him attractive just made it worse.
So she stayed clear of the Dixon brothers and mainly kept to hanging out with Carl. Not that she really had a choice on the matter, when he wasn't teaching her how to use a gun they had watch duty together, and when they weren't doing that they were doing chores or babysitting Andrea's nephews together.
Carl cleared his throat to get Naomi's attention. "Dad says we're going on a run tomorrow. Him, Shane, Daryl, Merle and me. I could ask for you to go so you can get some practice on moving targets."
Naomi laughed. "What a group! We spend enough time together, Carl. And no offense, but Shane creeps me out.. You should see the way he looks at me when you're not around. Same could go for Dixon."
"Come on, Naomi, everyone knows you'd love for Daryl to look at you the way Merle does. Maybe tomorrow can be your lucky day and he'll be looking at you at the right time and he can save your ass when you miss the walker's brain by a mere inch."
Naomi felt her face get red. "You're a real asshole, you know that?!" She stormed off into the house after that and went straight to her room on the second floor.
Everyone knows you'd love for Daryl to look at you the way Merle does.
Why would he even think that? It wasn't common knowledge to the group that Naomi had any interest in Daryl. She never said anything to anyone. There are occasions where she finds herself staring at him but only for a couple seconds. If Carl knew because of that then he spends far too much time looking at her.
Naomi scoffed. "Prick." She said outloud.
"Who ya callin' a prick, princess?"
The southern drawl made her roll her eyes. Why the fuck was Merle Dixon in her room?