Castiel Angel Heart- Wasn't it? I wanted so badly to make it longer, but I wouldn't have gotten to update anytime soon. And yeah, walkers seem to ruin everything, don't they?
ShutxThexFrontxDoor- Nope, those damn walkers show up and just screw everything up. That would be nice wouldn't it? And they just live happily ever after. Although, the problem with writing something like that I'd be afraid that…I don't know people would get bored, y'know? And then…I kinda wouldn't have anywhere to go with the story. You will just have to wait and see as far as those walkers go :)
"C'mon let's go!" Daryl called loudly throughout the house, impatiently. He was shooting all the walkers that he could. Glenn, Maggie and Michonne had joined him, they were providing enough cover for everyone else to get out of the house.
Shane came out a moment later, doing what he could to hurriedly get Vanessa into the large black truck, her not being able to really walk wasn't helping anything. He threw their bags into the bed of the truck. Behind him came Beth and Carl each holding a baby.
"Get in," he told them, holding the door open so they could just pile in more or less. "C'mon!" he shouted to the rest of the group, bringing his shot gun up and shooting a nearby walker. The rest of the group ran and got in the green car. He got into the driver seat and pulled off from the seemingly safe farm house.
"Is everybody okay?" she asked, checking on the younger members.
"Fine," Beth said.
"Yeah," Carl agreed. "Good thing we got outa there when we did," he sighed, exasperatedly.
"You're tellin' me," Shane kept a high speed, wanting to put as much distance between them and the walkers as possible.
"Ma we otay?" Vanessa turned at the sound of her daughter's little voice.
"Yes, we're okay," the dark haired woman smiled and her daughter and took her hand.
"Yeah, don't worry Raynie. Ain't nothin' gonna hurt any of my girls," Shane said, looking in the rearview mirror at his blue eyed daughter, and his hand rested on his wife's knee. She smiled fondly at her husband, and turned back to their child.
"Y'know, Carl, Beth, one of you could come up here…it seems pretty squished back there…" The back was only meant to seat three to begin with and Larayne and Judith's car seats took up a lot of the room. The two shared a look.
"Yeah, I'd like to be able to use my legs when we stop next," Carl said.
"Here, I'll move over, go ahead and just…climb over," Vanessa scooted closer to her husband and Carl climbed over the seats and plopped down next to his aunt.
"I think we need to move cars again, Shane," Vanessa stated after they drove for a while.
"Why's that?"
"I know you love this thing, but it is a huge gas guzzler and maybe a minivan would seat us more comfortably…"
"What are we gonna do with Daryl's motorcycle then?" he asked, noticing the flaw in her plan.
"Okay, well we can pick up a smaller truck and put it in the back of that one," she knew that Daryl wouldn't part with the thing, it was like the last piece of his brother he had left, and none of them could ask him to give it up.
"That might not be a bad idea…we're pretty low on gas as it is, and this thing is a hog," Shane agreed. After a few minutes he grinned and looked over at her. "How'd I get so lucky?"
"What do you mean?" she asked confused.
"Pretty and smart," she elbowed him playfully.
"Can you guys not flirt when I'm in the car?" Carl asked, clearly annoyed.
"Aw, you know you can flirt with Beth if you want," Vanessa grinned looking over at the younger boy. His cheeks burned and he looked away. Before anybody could say anything else, the car behind them honked. They pulled over to the side of the desolate road.
"Stay put, I'll check it out," Shane said to the rest of the people in the car. "Carl, with me," he knew that the boy was experienced enough, and he thought he'd relieve him of being stuck in the car with the girls, and Vanessa picking on him more.
"Thank God," Carl muttered, exiting the vehicle and hurrying to the other car.
"I wonder what that's about," Beth said quietly.
"Me too," Vanessa agreed. They both turned, trying to see anything of what was going on behind them, but Daryl's motorcycle was in the way. "I can't see a thing," she sighed. The waited for another minute before the driver side door opened.
"Darlin'…" Shane's voice was worn and distressed.
"Yes?" she looked over at Maggie, who was holding her shoulder protectively.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" he asked, making it clear that Beth shouldn't hear whatever he was about to say.
"Of course. Beth, can you keep an eye on them?" she asked the younger blonde, motioning to the two babies.
"Sure," she said meekly, nervous for what was going on. Shane helped his wife from the vehicle, and as they walked to the space between the two cars, he supported most of her weight.
"I was scratched back there…" she stated nervously.
"What's your blood type?"
"AB negative…why?"
"You're gonna be fine. You're immune."
"Are you sure? And that with my dad and Shane it wasn't just some…fluke?" she didn't sound convinced, and Vanessa didn't have any real proof, that was just her guess that it had to do with blood types.
"I-I'm not positive…but what else do I have to go on? If I had a microscope…I could tell you…but for now, why don't we wait and see what happens? You should show symptoms soon if you are in fact infected," she had to put her doctor face on before she got emotional. The group had lost enough people…she didn't want to lose Maggie too.
Shane had moved away from the talking girls to everyone else. He told them about Vanessa's plan and they agreed it would be safer.
"An' yer gonna be drivin' that mini van?" Daryl spoke up first, the smallest of smirks forming on his face.
"Watch it Dixon, or it's gonna be you drivin' it," Shane replied. Somehow, the two men had almost become friends. It was strange they hated each other for the longest time, but the apocalypse does the strangest things.
"Ptf, I'll drive that truck."
"Hey boys, not the time to be arguing about who's driving what," Vanessa said, Maggie got back into the car without another word.
"So…what's the verdict?" the Asian man asked nervously.
"I'm hoping she has whatever her father did that will make her immune. But, I want y'all to stop the caravan if she shows any signs of the infection, understand me?"
"I…" Glenn was clearly on the brink of tears so she turned her attention to Daryl.
"I'll make sure everythin's okay," the blue eyed man said. Vanessa nodded and patted his shoulder.
"If it helps any, it's more likely that she will be fine than not."
"All I hear is not…" he said grimly.
"C'mon, the sooner we get a move on, the sooner we can find them new cars," Daryl said, getting Glenn to get back into the car. Vanessa and Shane went their own way as well, Carl was already sitting in the passenger seat and Vanessa climbed into the middle.
"What's going on?" Beth asked nervously. Shane glanced over at his wife, silently asking her how she wanted to do this.
"Beth," the dark haired woman started carefully. "Your sister was scratched with the walkers-"
"You have to let me out! I need to-"
"Shh, relax. She should be fine, her blood type is AB negative…just like your dad's was," no matter what, Vanessa had to remember that Beth wasn't an adult…not fully. She may've acted like it most of the time, but she was barely eighteen. So, she still needed to be careful.
"What if you're wrong?" she asked, tears steaming down her cheeks. They'd reached a stalemate. Shane wrapped his arm around his wife as the truck steadily when forward. He knew that she hated the taste of those bitter words leaving her mouth. She had never liked giving bad news, that was the part she hated about being a doctor…usually she cried with the families with lost loved ones, despite trying to keep things professional. The car was silent as they rolled upon a highway where they were stocked out the wazoo with cars.
"Pick one out, Darlin'," Shane whispered, his lips pressing to her hair.
"If I can waddle my ass out there," she replied, hating how much work walking took. She knew that if a woman in her condition came in and asked what was the best course of action, she would've put her on bed rest. But, that wasn't an option for Vanessa. Shane chuckled softly and opened the car door. Maggie was already taking Carl's spot on the other side.
"I'm gonna go help Daryl with fuel. Be careful and don't let your guard down for a second," Shane said, his hand pressing to the gun in the back of her waistband.
"Okay, I will. You be careful too."
He nodded and kissed her lips once before headed off with Daryl.
"Would you like some help?" Michonne offered when she noticed the younger woman's inability to walk.
"That might be good…thank you. My personal body guard/crutch/husband is currently busy," she smiled lightly as the other woman began assisting her in holding her own body weight.
"What task did he send you on?"
"Picking out a car…minivan preferably."
"Well we better get crakin'."
After a little searching, they found a silver chevy, Michonne got the two car seats situated in the middle row of seats. Shane and Daryl drove over in an older pickup truck. It was small, but it was better on gas and it would work for their need.
"Hey guys," Glenn said, making his way over to the other two men. "I have a favor to ask."
"What is it, man?" Shane asked.
"If this is the end for Maggie," he started nervously. "Can we maybe be the ones to ride in the truck…y'know…alone. Beth can still ride with us," he couldn't ask Maggie and her sister to part from each other, that would be selfish.
Shane looked to Daryl, knowing it was his car to make, given that Shane was already damned to the minivan.
"Fine," Daryl gave, he wasn't happy about it…but he felt for the younger man. If it were him in the other man's place, he'd want alone time with his loved one as well.
"Thanks Daryl," Glenn replied sincerely.
When Shane and Daryl walked over to the minivan, Vanessa looked at her husband.
"I'm gonna sit in the back, and try to get a little sleep. Walking's hard work," she said, squinting because of the sun.
"Alright Darlin'. Daryl, looks like you get to ride shotgun," the raven haired man grinned jokingly. Daryl grumbled something in auditable and got in the passenger door, slamming it. Vanessa climbed into the back seat and Michonne took the space next to her. Carl and the babies were in the row in front of them. Shane took his spot and down the road they began another journey.
"By the way, everybody please watch your language…I'd hate for Larayne or Judith to pick that up. Everybody understand. Daryl?" She glared at the back of the blue eyed man's head.
"Me? Th'hell you say my name for?"
She was temped to take her boot off and throw it at him. "You know exactly why I said your name, brat," he actually laughed. She'd called him a brat…wow…
"Brat, huh?"
"Whatever!" the lack of being able to use cuss words was rather annoying.
"Little Ass Kicker should learn to say 'er own name," he argued.
"Shh…hormonal pregnant lady trying to sleep. And," she paused for dramatic effect. "unless you want a shoe stickin' out of the back of your head, I suggest you shut your mouth, Dixon," with that, she went to sleep. Michonne did the same against the other window.
"Where we goin'?" Daryl asked.
"Dunno…west maybe? Nowhere near tornado alley though…Ness's terrified."
"She's 'fraid of tornadoes?"
"You bet your ass she is. Hurricanes too. Hell, any natural disaster has her runnin' for the hills. But tornadoes are the worst."
"Montana?" Daryl offered. "Low population…"
"Mm, think Wyoming's got less."
"An' it's smaller," he pointed out. "With Montana, it's big, an' there ain't a lot of well…anything."
"True," Shane agreed. "Montana it is…" it was strange how the apocalypse changed people. Some, anyway. Shane hadn't changed much. He was just under a lot more stress. Whereas Daryl, he'd changed for the better. When he and his brother first arrived at camp, they were…unruly. Now? Now, Shane thought of Daryl as one of the men he relied on most.
AN: Okay, so four things, 1) are you suppose to say blonde or blond? I've always been confused about that…. 2)Name ideas for the new baby? Boy/Girl names? 3) After ShutxThexFrontxDoor's review…I go to thinking…and I really wanna ask, if the group does find this safe haven…would y'all still read this? Where the group is happy…and such? Please let me know. 4) If I have a reader from Montana…do you think you could help me on that? At least with it being Georgia, I've been there…I've never been anywhere near Montana.