CHAPTER FOUR
Everyone has their own chores at the prison. Rick tends to the vegetables, Carol disperses the food, Beth is Judith's nanny, Michonne makes daily raids, Carl helps Rick, and everyone else just fits together.
I usually just help Daryl with his stuff, sense he's basically mentoring me, but today I stayed in my cell. I watched as everybody's shadows walked past my room, doing what they should. I stayed hidden, waiting.
I was patient, I made my bed, straightened what little space I had, and brushed out my hair.
Eventually, another shadow appeared in my doorway.
"Hey, kid." he said, walking through the door.
"Daryl," I stood up from my desk, "stop calling me that." I said walking up to him.
"Why?" He asked, his arms around my waist.
"Because, we've had sex six times. If you're still looking at me like a kid, we have some issues." I pout, my arms wrapping around his neck.
He smiled, "I'll put that on the no no list." he bent down, barely grazing my lips. "And it's been seven times."
My eyes brows rose in confusion. "No, it hasn't?"
"It will be." He grinned, and then we kissed.
