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At my movement the group turned around to face me, most were smiles greeting me whilst some were of concern as to why I was on my feet. I smiled weakly at them before walking away from them and their questions. I sat down at the edge of camp nearer the woods taking in the fresh air. I shut my eyes inhaling deeply, enjoying the safety that I felt with people nearby watching over me. I heard someone approach before sitting on the ground next to me.
I opened my eyes and saw Rick, gun in hand looking at me. "He missed ya when you were gone you know? Wouldn't give up until we got overrun." I scoffed slightly bringing my knees to my chest. "I'm not kidding Kate, he would go out for hours until nightfall, even sometimes into the night searching for ya." I ran my hand through my dirty hair, still looking towards the forest. "I'm sorry Rick but I ain't going to forgive him that easily. The things he said to me before I left were just…" I stopped myself, shaking my head so my hair covered my face.
"Look, I don't want to talk about this right now. I have a baby to care for and you have a group who need you." I snapped, wiping a stray tear away. Rick didn't seem to move and just put his arm around me. "It'll be alright Kate, you're part of this group again and at the moment you need me." I rubbed my lips together before looking up at the sky blinking away unwanted tears. He rubbed my shoulder briefly before moving his arm away. "Just, hear him out when he's ready, okay?" I nodded as I heard him get up and move back towards camp. I hugged my knees to chest, wiping my eyes on the dirty denim of my jeans.
After a few moments I had managed to compose myself and walked back towards the group, now their eyes going out of the way to avoid my gaze. Rick must have told them to back off for a while until I was settled which I was thankful for to say the least. I was about to unzip the tent Daryl was in when I heard him talking.
"…ain't that right darlin'? You got a get mama out there who wants everythin' for ya. She ain't gonna be like my mom, and I ain't gonna be like my dad. I swear it. You're gonna have two parents who love ya to death kid, who will always be there for ya no matter what. You ain't gonna end up some stupid hick like me, you're gonna be great like your mom. You're as pretty as she is, did ya know that? I'm going to make it up to ya mama alright? I'm going to be a good guy 'bout this."
I took a deep breath, listening to him talking to Genevieve about me how he was going to make it up to me. I unzipped the tent and walked in, and he was silent still holding her.
"She didn't complain much did she?" He shook his head, not looking up at me and just stared at her face.
"Think she's sleepin' anyways." I sat next to him and looked own at her, brushing my fingers against her cheek. "Yeah, she's asleep. She needed a nap anyways." I stated.
We sat there in an awkward silence for a few moments until Daryl looked at me. "You shoulda come back y'know." He said as if he was my father. I bit my lip.
"If I did would you have wanted her?" He shrugged slightly. "I don't know."
I looked away from him until I felt his hand touching my face. "Bringin something that's innocent into this shitty place ain't something I planned on, but it happened." I nodded. "Wasn't exactly my plan either." I muttered. "You can go now if you want; I can watch her as she sleeps." He took his hand away from my face and sighed. "You ain't gonna forgive me are ya?" I inhaled deeply. "I'm not talking about this right now Daryl." I said firmly, again tears forming in my eyes as I remembered his words to me.
"Hey, how you feeling?" I asked as I walked into where Daryl was resting up. He quickly covered himself and looked away. "Jesus Daryl it's nothing I haven't seen before." I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. "How you feeling anyways?" I asked again. "Fine." He grunted in response. I rolled my eyes. Daryl always seemed to act like this. "What happened out there that you would stick an arrow in your side huh?" I sniggered slightly putting my hand on his exposed arm. "I fell after that stupid freaking horse kicked me off." I shook my head, still sniggering lightly. "You're so stupid." I said jokingly. He shook my hand off him violently. "Hey, I didn't mean it."
"How do I know that? Ain't I just some stupid hick that runs around after people?" He barked making me jump. "Whoa, hey there Daryl…"
"No, I won't just hey there Katheryn, I know that everyone in this group thinks I'm some stupid redneck." He started to yell, turning around to face me. "I always will be. You only used me for something to fuck because Shane turned ya down."
My eyes widened at his accusation, it took everything I had not to slap him.
"I never wanted to sleep with Shane you dumb fuck, I only wanted you Jesus." I hissed, running a hand through my hair. "You're fucking lyin'" He snapped sitting up.
"I've seen the way you look at him, it's like you're undressing him or something. You're just another one of those dumb sluts who just wants a fuck from anyone giving." Before I knew it my hand slapped his cheek which reverberated around the room. "Shut the fuck up Daryl." I hissed. "How dare you call me that? I am not one of the bar sluts wanting to be screwed against the wall of an alley you love so much. I fucking love you!" I screamed without thinking causing me to cover my mouth.
He stared at me, holding his cheek. With his other hand he grabbed my wrist hard. "You don't fucking love me Katelyn, don't you fuckin lie to me." He hissed. Through heavy breathing I managed to look at him. His face was stern, nostrils flaring in anger. "I ain't fucking lying to you Daryl."
"I don't believe you for a second." He muttered menacingly. "I've seen the way you look at Rick too, you're gonna tell me you ain't fucked him and ruined their family? Is that why Lori avoids you?" I was breathing deeply by this point. "Daryl let me go." I stated as calmly as I possibly could. I could feel him dig into my wrist, knowing it would bruise. "Not until you admit what you did with Rick and Shane."
That was it, I lost it.
"I haven't done anything with them you stupid redneck, but if that's what you wanna hear, fine! I fucked Shane in his Jeep, and my god was he better than you and Rick, well, you know when we were looking for Sophia earlier, he fucked me against a tree and you know what that was better than anything you could have done to me." I yelled.
Then I felt his hand collide with my face. It had so much force he had to let me go as I fell to the floor. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I sat up. He was still sat there, eyes wide with anger.
"I ain't nobodies bitch get it? Now get the fuck out." He I stood up, wiping my lip which was now cut due to the ring he wore. "You know what Dixon," I hissed, leaning down so I was face to face with him.
"You're no fucking better than your father or brother." He hated that and he grabbed my neck tightly. "I'm a better than both of 'em combined you dumb bitch! I ain't gonna be the pussy no more, so get the fuck away from me. I never want to see you again." He snapped, pushing me back against the cabinet behind me.
I winced as I hit it, looking up at him. He was still staring at me, but his eyes weren't as angry as his expression. He looked scared, like a child but right now I didn't care. People started to file in asking what the hell we were doing making so much noise.
"Hershel, you might want to check his stitches, he might have strained them." I muttered as I left the room, a few people following me as I stormed outside slamming the door and reaching my tent in record time. "Katelyn, what the hell happened in there?" Carol asked as I left my tent unzipped. "Just piss off Carol would ya?!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes.
If he wants me gone, I would go.
The only man I truly trusted in this fucked up world was gone, and that was it.
I shoved shirts and trousers in my bag, finding one of his under a pile of my clothes. I grabbed it roughly, about to rip it to shreds but I stopped myself, tears freely falling onto it as I put it against my face. It smelt like him, the guy I fell in love with. I put it in my bag I put on my jacket as I finished packing up some supplies, slamming the bag onto my bruised back.
I clambered out of my tent, looking over to the group around the campfire, obviously thinking it would be best to leave me alone for a while to calm down. With a few unsteady breaths I snuck past them leaving mine and Carol's tent unzipped and ran past the group under the cover of darkness to where I know Rick stored all our weapons. I took my handgun from the pile, shoving it down the back of jeans before covering it with my top as well as some ammo and shoved them in my pocket. I grabbed a large knife I found a few weeks back, keeping it in my hands. I saw Dale was on watch so I ran east where we wasn't looking and kept running, tears falling down my face as I just kept going. I never wanted to stop so I couldn't feel the pain in my heart.
