Hi again! This is the second chapter of this story. I'm trying to make them sort of long here in the beginning. c: Once again this is a Daryl/OC fan fiction that WILL CHANGE into a DARYL/CAROL, its just going to take some time for me to get there. So please bear with me. I know some readers like straight forwardness to their couple but I want their relationship to be an earned reward if you will. :) Lol This will also have some Rick/Michonne. I was planning on making another story about them only but this story planned out first. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 2. ~Start somewhere.
Michonne Pov
A week had gone by since Rick and the group returned home to the prison with the newest member. Her name was Pink.
What kind of name is that?! Michonne pondered. Her instincts kicking in telling her something wasn't right. Especially the way the woman seemed to lack any type of expression on her face. Michonne credited herself in at least allowing more casual smiles and occasional laughs. This new woman had absolutely no evidence of emotions. Michonne began to wonder if in fact Pink was a human statue. Rick had put her in charge of keeping an eye on the new member in case any sign of danger came from her. Michonne didn't mind since it was around the only time that Rick seemed to talk to her. And to be honest, lately she wished to have a decent conversation with the former sheriff that didn't involve updates on a watch, needing runs, or the governor. Who lately had been real quiet. Too quiet for Michonne. She really wanted to kill the man for killing her best friend Andrea. At nights Michonne would go outside and mourn her, sometimes she swore she could see Andrea walking away into the woods holding her gun proudly, occasionally the blonde would turn and smile warmly towards Michonne which made the warrior's heart cringe in pain.
Nonetheless, Rick had been the only one to see her break down once. Being the good man he was he held Michonne the whole night and cried his own tears for their deceased friend. Since that event Michonne longed to have a normal talk. Whatever normal was now. And because the only way to seem to get a "normal" talk from Rick was to guard the newbie, So Michonne accepted the job.
"Michie!"
Michonne jumped at the familiar voice. Carl hurled himself at her. His arms trying to hold her in a leverage. Michonne laughed and grabbed Carl and tossed him on the nearby cot. She tickled him fiercely as Carl tired his best to contain his laughter.
"Darn it Carlie how many times have I said not call me Michie?"
Carl continued his hysterical fit of laughing, "That's not fair! You call ME Carlie!" he argued. Daryl who seemed to be woken up by their ruckus stood at the doorway of the cell rubbing his eyes and grumbling some un-understandable words.
Michonne feeling brave decided to drag the redneck into her and Carl's fun. "What did ya say there Pookie?" she teased knowing all too well of how the redneck got that nickname from Carol. Daryl's cheeks turned bright red as he frowned.
"Stooop." he groaned turning to enter the kitchen tables. Carl grabbed Michonne and whispered an idea to her. Michonne moved into action as soon as he finished.
She grabbed the 13 year old boy and flung him towards a sleepy and unsuspecting Daryl. Carl grabbed hold of him and began to noogie the big man. Daryl went wild cursing and yelling confused of the sudden attack. Everyone in the kitchen, including the folks from Woodbury laughed at the scene. Michonne noticed Rick from the corner of her eye and saw the man smiling brightly. Her heart fluttered at the sight. But she also noticed another person.
Pink.
Her face was peaceful as she watched the scene unfold Michonne noticed how much different the woman seemed at that moment. Her expressionless face now had a lot to say. Michonne sighed in relief. It seemed that the newbie was more normal than she thought.
Daryl POV.
Hysterical laughter. That's what rang through Daryl's head. He woke with a start fearing that he was dreaming. Sitting up straight he heard the laughing get louder. After a few seconds he realized it was just Carl and Michonne. He sighed in relief. The kid was probably trying to get the ninja warrior of the group to let him hold her katana.
Daryl got up. Might as well get something to eat. He told himself.
As he strolled out of his cell he walked where Carl and Michonne were laughing. "Damn ninja and little jerk man." he grumbled rubbing his eyes, "What did ya say there Pookie?!" he heard Michonne ask. Heat raised on his cheeks.
"Stooop." He mumbled turning around to leave the two idiots alone.
Suddenly Daryl felt a full force of weight land on him. Almost sounding intentional Daryl yelled so loud it sounded like a scream. Carl was giving him a huge noogie. Something that Daryl could not fight out of since he was a kid.
Daryl went nuts trying to knock the small demon on him to the floor, or at least grab hold of his attacker. He heard loud laughing and cheering suddenly start. He looked up and saw that the whole prison community had woken up and were enjoying his momentary suffering.
After what seemed like an hour to Daryl, he finally pried the young teen boy off of him and tossed him towards his dad, Rick. Rick caught the boy and tried to look at Daryl with a straight face. But it didn't last long when the leader of the group tried to apologize, laughing.
Daryl huffed and tried to regain his lost honor.
"Oh don't be angry Pookie."
Daryl turned and saw Carol walk up to him laughing as well. She motioned for him to get close. Hesitant, he leaned towards the woman. She softly touched his mangled hair and began to brush it out with her hand lightly. He sighed at her touch.
Not remembering that everyone in the prison was still watching him, they began to whistle and make kissing sounds. Daryl snapped his head up and looked around in horror. Did he just let his guard down because of Carol?!
"Get a room you two." Daryl heard Glenn say laughing.
Daryl's face was beet red as he stood up, grabbed his crossbow and began to make his way outside to go on watch. He wasn't going to live this down.
"Don't skip out on lunch Pookie!" Carol called after him. Daryl turned towards her and sighed. This woman was getting to him. He nodded and continued his way outside.
After the hour passed he heard someone behind him. Expecting the short haired woman who called him Pookie, he was surprised to see Pink bringing him a bowl of food and a cup of water.
Pink looked up at him and smiled. She seemed to be loosening up. "You didn't eat anything so I brought you a bowl." Daryl nodded at her and accepted the food. While he was eating they both watched as Rick worked on the small garden.
"Thanks." Daryl said. Pink looked at him surprised. "No problem, just stay and eat next time." she replied.
"Nah, I meant thanks for stickin' up for me before."
Pink eyed him and closed her eyes. Breathing in the fresh air the dark haired woman replied, "That's what a group does right?" Daryl huffed in agreement.
Pink opened her dark eyes and stretched. Daryl unwillingly caught an eyeful of her whole body structure.
Her skin was dark, not as much as Michonnes, more of a sun kissed tan. Her hair was that like an Egyptian goddess, straight and long, her face was round and full. Making her smiles appear wider than they really were. Her legs were long and toned from much running and fights with walkers Daryl assumed even though she had a huge bandage covering her wound that she received from saving him, her flat stomach; he noticed, had thin stretch marks. Suddenly he remembered her response to the last question of her interview.
How many walkers have you killed?
-Too many to count.
How many people have you killed?
-2.
Why?
-Because they weren't my children anymore.
Daryl was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Pink clear her throat. Obviously aware of his staring. "You done sugar lips?" she asked.
"Huh?" Daryl responded dumbly.
"With your food silly, are you done?" she answered.
"Oh, yeah." he replied handing her his bowl. Pink smiled as she collected his dish and turned around to return to the cell block.
As he watched her leave, Daryl noticed Michonne standing next to the door to the entrance. Her expression hard as she stared at him. Daryl half smiled at her. She kept her face plain as she waited for Pink to enter the prison before she motioned a hand signal of I'm-watching-you.
Daryl confused on the warrior's reaction turned to Rick calling out to him.
Carol POV
Carol watched as Pink entered through the door to the prison yard. Pink's face showed a hint of excitement. Probably because Daryl actually accepted the food Carol gave her to take to him. Which Carol began to wonder if it was a good idea.
Michonne came in behind Pink who Carol realized had been following the new member of the group. Probably on Ricks request. Michonne smiled at Carol as she sat on a table across from Beth who was feeding Judith. Pink walked up to Carol and handed her the bowl that had been emptied by Daryl. "He didn't say thank you but I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it." Pink stated. Carol smiled sweetly towards the woman who in the past week had finally began to show small expressions of emotion.
"That's good to hear."
Pink nodded and stood awkwardly as she watched Carol begin to wash the dishes. Carol felt even more awkward since she couldn't seem to form any kind of conversation with the newbie.
"Um, c-can you teach me how to make Daryl's favorite food?" Pink finally asked.
Carol turned to look at her in surprise. "I want to know what he likes." Pink continued.
Carol felt as if her air was punched out. Pink seemed to be drawn by Daryl. Carol had experienced this before with multiple women from Woodbury but it was easy to ignore them because Daryl had no interest, but Carol had seen how her favorite redneck seemed to accept Pink and her presence as a member of the group.
Carol hesitantly nodded and forced a smile. "Sure, he likes Squirrels well cooked."
Pink smiled brightly and grabbed Carol's hands, "Oh! Thank you! I want to know everyone's favorite food so I can make it for them!"
Carol's heart lurched, had she really just now almost become jealous of this woman who seemed to only want to fit in? She mentally slapped herself.
Daryl walked in suddenly and looked around the cell block. Once his eyes landed on Michonne he pointed out the door and simply said, "You comin'? Goin' on a run."
Michonne stood and nodded. Pink raced to Daryl and quickly asked for something that Carol couldn't hear. Daryl looked at Pink with a hard look and nodded. Michonne's eyes glanced over towards Carol and with nothing but a look gave her the job of looking over Pink.
Hours later, as Carol went from cell to cell returning cleaned bed sheets she entered into Pink's cell whom she shared with Michonne, she found the new group member laying down in a comical manner. Her hurt leg on her cot normally as the rest of her body was sprawled out. Carol would have left her alone had she not noticed that the newbies clothes were dirty.
Carol sighed and decided to remove the clothes off her to clean them. As Carol slid Pink's shirt up, her eyes landed on the woman's visible stretch marks across her flat stomach. Carol gasped lightly. This woman had had a baby before. Her fingers grazed the scars lightly.
"Surprised?" Carol heard.
Freaking out over the interruption, Carol jumped back quickly. "I'm sorry!" she apologized.
"It's okay I don't really hide them."
Carol regained her composure.
"You had a baby?" she asked
Pink sighed, "Two. A boy and girl." Her face emotionless. Carol swallowed hard.
Anticipating her next question Pink answered, "This world wasn't right for them, both lost their minds to the chaos...I couldn't save them."
"How old were they?"
"6 and 10."
Carol shuddered. "Did they turn?"
Pink looked Carol in the eye and smiled. "If they had turned, killing them would have been easier."
Silence filled the air as Carol took in what she said. Tears threatened to fall down her face as she thought about Sophia. How horrible it would be if she had to kill her herself. But that wasn't what frightened Carol at the moment. What frightened her was the non-remorseful smile on Pinks face.
The uncomfortable silence between the two broke as Rick walked by and noticed them. "Hey Daryl and the others are back, is lunch ready?" he asked. Pink stood up quickly and clapped her hands, "Oh! Yeah! Come on!" she said. Rick smiled as he followed the dark haired woman into the kitchen cell.
Carol walked out slowly from the cell and watched as Daryl handed Pink a small backpack. He was repaid by a kiss on the cheek and a small whisper in his ear that made him turn a small shade of red.
Carol couldn't even feel jealous at the action
She knew you simply didn't murderer your own children and then smile about it. No, this wasn't good. Something was terribly wrong with Pink
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Until next chapter! -Nukii