Daydream:
It was a sunny Tuesday when my mother decided my siblings and I had too high of fevers to go to school. That was a fucking lie. They took us to Georgia that morning, telling us that we'd get to play in forests and look at deer and be in the one place we all could be free. Daddy said we were lucky we caught the red-eye flight landing directly in Atlanta because of all the delayed flights later that day.
I remember us driving in a big black SUV down a long, never ending road until we came to a halt in front of a large, metal Cherrie and Uncle Benji were what mommy and daddy called 'extreme enthusiasts'. The believed in the zombie take-over, which is the reason behind the 9 foot stainless steel wall surrounding their large estate. It went two miles around the perimeter of the house leaving us tons of space for forest play in the safety of our families crazy world.I have that wall to thank for the safety of my family for the past 4 1/2 years.
❀ The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die ❀
. Swinging my sword, occasionally taking down a walker, I whistled a little tune I remember my mother singing to me before all this happened. Today was quitet on the streets, enabling me to make a trip to one of the abandoned stores for whatever I needed that was on my list of needed goods. I opened the front door to the store quietly, not to stir up the walkers that might be reposing. One by one I stabbed them in the head as strolled past their sluggish forms. I put my sword away, reading labels and grabbing things as I went along. I made the mistake of letting my guard down, I only realized this then I heard someone step behind me and point a loaded gun to the back of my head.
"Put your hands above your head...slowly," my eyes squeezed shut as I did what the voice told me to do, heart thumping so loud they could probaly hear. "That's good, now, turn. Around." In the prossess of following directions, I felt the person lower their gun as I nearly tripped over my unlaced combat boot laces, making me look foolish and my eyes, I came face-to-face with a boy a bit taller than me wearing a sherrif's hat, bright blue eyes and longish brown hair. He had a look of determination written all over his face making him appear older than he probably was. He was so fucking attractive.
"Uh...I-I'm..Sorry?"I watched him grin a bit, bringing light and youth back to his face, "I think I scared you enough. I'm sorry. I'm also Carl Grimes." He held out his hand, my eyes locking in on his longish, slim fingers. I placed my dainty, elf-girl hand in his nodding a bit,
"Teagen Dita." Something flickered in his eyes, something like he was interested by my name alone. I noticed our hands were still clasped together, making me blush and tug my hand free immediately trying to truck a wild curl behind my ear. A crimson color flooded his ears, neck and cheeks, probably causing heat rise to his face awkwardly."Are you alone?" His eyes flicked to my sword, to behind me then back into my eyes. I gave a curt nod, thinking of the seven nooses still strung on one of the trees.
"Well my family and I, plus some, are staying in a prison not too far from here. My dad will ask you three questions and determine if you're safe to stay with us or not, would you be willing to come? More people means better protection..." he shuffled his feet back and forth, looking down at me with a hint of child-like wonder playing in his orbs. I pondered, and gave him a nod."I have an abundance of food at the house I'm staying at that I could bring, I know it's hard to bring a new person in as another mouth to feed." Carl nodded, his grin stretching, offering his arm to me. 'Well let's go, my friends are probably waiting for me." I cautiously placed my bony arm through his, falling into step with him as he led us out of the side door to where a green car was parked, two adults leaning against it.
One of them had a large black cross-bow on his shoulder and the other, the woman, strapped a white-handled sword to her back."Daryl, Michonne. This Is Teagen, she's alone, safe and has extra food. I offered her a place in the prison, let's go." He laced me in the car, scooting me over to the back middle seat so he could climb in next to me. I heard muffled 'what the hell's from the man and woman before they climbed in the car, shooting a look at Carl who just fiddled with his hands staring out of the window. "It's about an hour or two's ride back to the prison." I looked up at the woman who spoke to me, kindness dripping from her eyes.
"I love your curls. They're beautiful." with that she sat forward, earning a confused stare from the man with the vicious looking cross-bow.I saidwhispered thank you, pulling my bag to my feet, opening it to grab my tattered, torn and ancient copy of Remembrance of Things Past. "What's that?" Carl's husky voice sent shivers down my spine, and our proximity made goosebumps rise all over my body. I could listen this boy talk all day if I could. I would. "Remembrance of Things Past it's about...well, it's a collection of stories and motifs." I glanced at him through thick lashes, mostly staring at his pink lips, wanting to see how would they feel against my chapped ones. I want to see if they would send those fireworks exploding in my brain. "You want to read it? I know it by heart.." I placed the book in his lap, clasping my hands together. He nodded thanks cracking the book open.
.After a few minutes of watching him read the pages, flip the pages, repeat with a permanent look of general confusuion on his face, I placed my head on his shoulder, turning my body so it was facing his as I drifed off to sleep. I remember stringing my finger through his belt loop before my mind drifted away.