Obviously I do not own walking dead. I previously had a story called candle blew out, but I decided to scrap it and start something similar, but just a tad bit better.
I would appreciate feedback; it's been a while since I have written. My goal is to write a chapter every day until the show comes back on, so I will hopefully have this finished before that.
It was one of those warm southern nights. You know the ones they sing about in country songs. Where they describe the stars to be the brightest they've ever seen, and the moon light shining over a peaceful lake is the most relaxing part of their summer. No one would have ever suspected the world would turn into such a dead, decaying waste land like it did, but during this time there were no dead folks walkin around, causing chaos. Just the drunks at the local dive bar, tripping over bar stools and stumbling over words. That's what this town was filled with; drunken hillbillies with nothing better to do but cause trouble. Most nights everyone in this 5 mile long town could hear the glass breaking in the dark and dingy alleyway behind the watering hole, or the elder bartender/ owner cussin and kicking the hooligans out. Usually it was just two drunk assholes fighting over some snotty slut. This night in particular, however, had great meaning. Maybe not to everyone, but to one person it did.
"Ho hooo my brother, this place is packed tonight inn' it?" Merle Dixon shouted with a mischievous smile over the loud music playing from the juke box mixed with the crowd of the only bar in their small hick town, in the middle of nowhere Georgia.
"prolly cause it's the only bar in this piece o' shit town, ever think a that?"Daryl replied in a jokingly rude manner, setting the pitcher of bud on the old, round wooden table towards the back of the bar where they always seem to sit at. He poured himself a tall glass, let out a sound of satisfaction, and allowed his eyes to wander around the bar, noticing all the people his pig of a brother was talking about. All the girls from the local salon were out tonight. Young little things, pounds of make-up and hairspray, the only item of clothing on their bodies that actually served its purpose was their knee-high cowboy boots.
"I bet you ten bucks and a switch blade I can get one of dem fine lil things to come back with and show daddy a good time, know what m sayin, ha ha" Merle challenged taking a swig from his beer, keeping his eyes on one of the bleach blonde bimbos at the bar, tossing her hair around and swaying her hips, asking men to buy her drinks with her body. Daryl choked on his beer and laughed at Merles comment.
"no offense brother but you ain't exactly what them little chickens are lookin for, neither of us is." Daryl said, slightly laughing as he set his beer down on the table to refill it.
"yeah, well wer just see bout that now won' we?" with that merle chugged his beer and got up to go lay down some moves on one of the intoxicated stellas, unaware the only way to get Merle Dixon to back down would be with pepper spray or if a big boyfriend appears out of nowhere (which surprisingly happens a lot to Merle).
"have at it brother, good luck" Daryl jokingly raised his glass to Merle as he walked off. Sighing, Daryl gave the bar a good look around. It was the same as he had always remembered, old newspaper clippings on the wall, pictures of family and friends of the town, and deer heads from past hunting triumphs. This was where he spent a lot of his time. It was here or the Shop he worked at, fixing cars people are just gonna break again anyways. Merle had a bad habit of pissing everyone off in the town, but not Daryl. No one really noticed Daryl, they were too busy dealing with Merle and their father, who was just as bad.
"Daryl?" He was snapped back into reality, unaware he had been glaring at the pitcher of beer in front of him. He looked up while taking a drink, there was a girl standing in front of him. She had deep green eyes, and Pitch black hair that flowed down in light curls to her butt. Her skin was soft looking and slightly more pale than most people in the town, and her lips were a perfect pink. She wore a tight black tank top, which showed just the right amount of cleavage. Her daisy dukes were washed out and faded, but holding her bottom half perfectly, with the help of a studded belt.
Daryl choked a little on his beer when he realized who was saying his name.
"jesus Christ, what the hell happened to ya? Ya look like one of 'em chickenheads Merles getting slapped by" He exclaimed, wiping his mouth of beer as he nodded over to his brother at the bar, who had just gotten a drink thrown in his face and slapped.
"oh god really? I'd like to think I have more class than them." She said with a hint of worry in her voice, she pulled a chair out from the table and sat down across from Daryl.
"Haha don' worry bout it baby sister, you're a classy broad." Daryl said and he held his glass up, ready to cheers her, she glared at him for his last comment, but brought her bottle to the air and clinked it against her brothers glass.
"well well well what we got here now? The little Dixon, well now, I never thought id see ya again darling" Merle was back from getting turned down, fanning out his shirt with his hand but acting as though he his dirty beater wasn't covered in pink girly drink. He sat down between them, but not before giving his sister a kiss on the head.
The little Dixon looked at her eldest brother and snorted. "pink is a good color on you Merle." Her and Daryl chuckled as they both took a drink while receiving death glares from their brother.
Daryl awoke with a start. He looked over to see Beth still sleeping in the other seat of the short school bus they had managed to find. It had been about 3 days since the prison was taken down by the governor. Their group was separated, and right now it was just him and Beth. The group had come up with a plan, just in case something like this was to happen. Only thing was there were so many walkers that Daryl and Beth were unable to Get to the meet up area. Daryl suggested that they get to safe grounds and then figure out a plan to find the rest of the group. To Daryls surprise Beth was very calm about the situation, she had just watched her father get murdered, and now she has been separated from her sister. She wasn't very good with a gun or a knife because she took care of Judith most of the time, but she was still staying strong and keeping focused, for that Daryl was thankful. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, looking around. It was still dark out, but the moon was bright enough to see his surroundings outside the abandoned bus. The air was still, and the trees were quiet. He got up as stealthily as he could, trying not to wake Beth, and headed outside the bus. The windows in this bus that were still intact were covered in filth, making it hard to see in or out of, but the windows that were missing made it easy to see if the coast was clear or not. Daryl had made a makeshift safe door for the bus out of the leftovers of other cars around them. This wasn't the safest place for them to be, but they were far enough from the walkers that they would be able to spend the night here. Daryl exited the bus and pulled out an old pack of cigarettes. He pulled one of the sticks out and put it in his mouth, thinking of the dead body he found them on when he cleared out the bus. He paced around the bus as he smoked the cigarette, trying to think of what they were going to do come morning. He wasn't sure when the herd of walkers that overtook the prison would catch up, or if they had become distracted by something else. For the first time since the apocalypse started Daryl felt a little bit helpless, this all happened so fast, it was just now completely sinking in. His group he had been with for nearly all of this was no longer. He didn't know who was alive still, he didn't know where they were. Hershel was killed right in front of all of them, neck hacked. The memory started to play over in his head. He stopped his pacing and leaned against the bus, sliding down it into a kneel and putting his head in his hand. He began to take deep breaths. We can do this. He thought. Taking a few more deep breaths, he realized that it wasn't working at let out an angry and frustrating sigh, threw the cigarette butt to the ground and went back inside the bus, hoping to fall back asleep. Having no energy was the last thing he needed right now.
*the next day*
Daryl awoke to the sun in his eyes, barely beaming in from one of the dirty windows. He immediately looked over to see if Beth was still there, but she was gone. Seeing this cause him to shoot up and head towards the makeshift door.
"Beth!" he shouted before he got the door open. "Beth!" he shouted again the second he got out of the bus and into the street.
"Over here." she said, coming out from around the bus, as though she had just come from the trees. She had a hubcap full of different berries in one hand, along with a big knife in the other. "I thought I'd find us something to eat, to keep our strength up." She said softly, unsure of how Daryl would react to her choices. He let out a sigh of relief and walked towards her, stopping directly in front of her he looked at her as though he was about to rip her a new asshole. Instead he looked at the berries, and grabbed a strawberry that was sitting right on top.
"Good lookin out" he said biting into the strawberry. Heading over to the bag he was able to grab when things went to hell at the prison. Before the prison went down, the council made emergency bags; Grabbing multiple copies of maps from travel centers, extra flashlights, ammo, weapons, and even a little food, anything that they may need to stay alive in an emergency. Each map had the same area circled on it, the second area for safety. He looked around, deciding which direction they would need to go to get there. According to the angle of the sun he was able to tell that it was only 9am, or around that time. It was early, and they had a lot of day light ahead of them. He sighed, they had to keep moving, and they needed a faster way to get around than walking. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, one of these abandon vehicles still worked. But he wouldn't be able to check them all by himself.
He walked over to the closet car and sat in the drivers seat. "Hey beth, com'er fer a sec." he said, busting off the hunk of plastic that hides all the wires inside the car.
"yeah?" she said walking to where he was. "uh, Daryl, what're you doing?" she said in a concerned voice, slightly uneasy.
"we need ta get outa here, now. And we can't keep on walkin, more of geeks will catch up, and we are low on all our supplies. So-" he paused, pulling two wires apart " – I'm gall our supplies. So-" he paused, pulling two wires apart " – I'm gon teach ya how to hotwire a car, n ur gon help me find one that works."
She looked at him with wide eyes, as though she never thought that she would ever be capable of doing such a thing, that look quickly faded when reality came over her. "okay" she said. Daryl looked up at her and then had her get in the passenger seat. He then told her which wires to touch together to get the car to start. Unfortunately the car he was using as an example did not start, but luckily Beth understood what he was saying. They began to try every car near the bus they were stationed at. There had to be at least 12 cars in the area. One of them has to work. Daryl thought as he was testing his third car.
"Daryl! Daryl! I- I think this one works!" beth called out, as she was trying to spark the car to life. Sure enough there were actual sparks, daryl saw this and slightly shoved Beth out of the way "lemme see it" he said aimlessly as he began to try to bring the car to life. "Give er some gas would ya Beth?" Daryl asked as he sparked the wires together. The engine roared up, sputtering but staying on.
"this bad boys got over half a tank too, lets do this." Daryl said as they both sprinted back to the bus to grab their items. After going over the bus to make sure any needed items weren't left they turned to head back to the new vehicle, only to see that the herd of walkers they were running from had finally caught up to them, and were only 4 cars behind their beloved wheels. "we gotta run to that car now Beth, RUN!" and they did. Daryl managed to get the car into drive right as the closest walker hit the trunk, and then the herd was history.
Beth was looking back at the zombies with a smile on her face, she turned back and let out a smile laugh and looked at Daryl, he looked at her with his normal serious face, and she turned back to face the front.
"we're gonna see them again daryl, we are. I can feel it." she stated, still looking forward with a grin on her face.