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Daryl pulled off the road and drove down a long driveway that led to an old farmhouse. When they pulled up to the house, Molly could see about a dozen people standing around watching the truck. Daryl parked the truck and got out. He walked over to what Molly assumed was the leader of the group and talked to him for a couple minutes. The two of them then spoke to a woman who quickly walked to the house and went inside. Daryl walked over to the truck with the second man right behind him and Daryl opened the passenger side door.
"Get out." He told Molly. Molly hesitated for a second but she did as Daryl said. Daryl and the group leader got Chris out the truck and they helped her to the house. As they were walking up the porch stairs, an older man with white hair stepped out the front door.
"How bad is it?" The white haired man asked, looking down at Chris's leg.
"Broke. I splinted it but I think it needs redone." Daryl told him.
After she watched the three men help Chris inside, Molly leaned on Daryl's truck and waited for them to come back out. She wasn't waiting long; though, before a well built man with a shaved head walked over to her. He leaned against the truck next to her, his shoulder resting on hers.
"So...you're one of the girls Daryl found. I'm Shane." The man said, extending his hand out to her. Molly looked down at his hand but didn't take it so he lowered it. "Not a talker huh? That's okay, I don't blame you. You don't know anyone here. You don't know what we're like. For all you know, we could all be rapists and killers. You don't need to worry though. No one here is dangerous. Well, almost no one. Dixon is kind of a loose cannon, you never know when he is going to go off."
After they got Chris set up in the bedroom, Daryl walked outside and stood on the front porch. Everyone was scattered around going about their normal routine, except Shane who was talking to Molly. Daryl didn't know what they were talking about but she looked uncomfortable with him standing there. Daryl thought about going over and helping Molly but he decided to let this play out for a little while. After all, she was nothing but mean to him for four days. He figured a little pay back was in order. He leaned against the railing and watched them for a few minutes. He didn't move until he saw Shane put his arm around Molly's shoulders. She tensed up and Daryl immediately noticed the fear in her eyes, even if Shane didn't see it. Daryl walked down the stairs and over to Molly.
"Hey, get your shit outta my truck." Daryl told Molly. Molly nodded and quickly walked over to back of the truck and grabbed her bags.
"You need help with that?" Shane asked her.
"She don' need help, she got it. Take Chris's bag in the house. Maggie is sittin' in the kitchen, she'll show ya where Chris is." Daryl told her.
Molly walked to the house carrying her and Chris's bags. When she walked inside, she saw the kitchen immediately to the right and sitting at the kitchen table was a young girl just like Daryl said. The girl, Molly assumed was Maggie, stood up when Molly walked in.
"You must be Molly. I'm Maggie, Herschel's daughter. Come on, I'll show you where Chris is." Maggie said as she walked past Molly. Molly followed Maggie through the house and to a bedroom where she saw Chris laying on the bed.
"Hey Molly, how is everything? Have you met anyone in the group yet? What are they like?" Chris asked her as the older man worked on her leg. Molly looked over at the people in the room, then back at Chris. Chris smiled. "Molly, this is Herschel, Patricia, and I believe you already met Maggie. This is their house." Molly nodded and sat on the bed next to Chris.
"Didn't meet anyone besides who's in this room and one other man, Shane." Molly told Chris.
"And what is Shane like?" Chris asked. Molly shrugged.
"He's a man, don't trust him. I don't think Daryl likes him much either." Molly answered.
"All done. Try not to put weight on your leg until it heals. I'll tell Rick to get you some crutches the next time the group goes on a run." Herschel said to Chris.
"Thank you Herschel." Chris said.
"You can stay here in the room until you get the crutches." He said as he walked out of the room with Patricia and Maggie following him. Molly watched them walk out and then turned back to Chris.
"They seem like a super friendly bunch." Molly said sarcastically. Chris laughed.
"Be nice. At least they're letting us stay here and they seem safe. So...Shane, not a good guy?" Chris asked.
"He's just, there's something wrong with him and I'm pretty sure Daryl doesn't like him." Molly said.
"Okay, well you don't like any men so that doesn't really say much and since when do you care what Daryl thinks?" Chris asked Molly. Molly shrugged, making Chris smile. "You trust him don't you?"
"No, I don't trust him. Not completely anyway. I trust that he won't get us killed." Molly said as she stood up. "I better get back outside before it gets completely dark out. I'll set your bag here by the bed in case you need anything and I will see you tomorrow."
Molly walked out of the room and towards the front door. When she got outside, a woman with short hair walked up to her with a plate and held it out to her.
"I'm Carol. Daryl asked me to give you food." Carol said. Molly took the plate from Carol.
"Thank you." Molly said, walking away from Carol who looked slightly offended that Molly didn't stay and talk to her.
Molly snuck by the group and sat down, leaning against a tree. She set the plate and her bag down beside her and rested her head against the tree and closed her eyes. It was a long day and she was tired. She sighed and opened her eyes when she heard someone walking over to her.
"You're suppose to be eatin'." Daryl said.
"I'm not hungry, just tired." Molly told him, laying her head back down.
"Hmm, ya sleepin' out here? Ain't safe." Daryl told her, picking up her plate and bag.
"Yeah, well it was that or in Shane's tent. Call me crazy but I would rather take my chances with walkers than with him. Hey, where are you going with my bag?" Molly asked Daryl, who was walking away from her.
"Ya can stay in my tent." He said as he unzipped his tent and walked inside.
Molly stood up and followed him in his tent. He had a small cot in the middle of the tent, his crossbow and his bags were thrown off to the side. Daryl walked over to the cot and moved it closer to the side of the tent to make more room. He grabbed a sleeping bag he had sitting with his bags and laid it out on the ground.
"You're really going to let me stay in here?" Molly asked quietly, making Daryl stop what he was doing to look at her.
"Yeah, why not? Don' ya trust me yet?" Daryl asked. Molly didn't answer him, she just looked down at her feet. "Ya can have the cot, I'll sleep on the ground."
Daryl didn't say anything else to her. He laid down in the sleeping bag and turned to his side, giving Molly his back. Molly sighed and sat down on the cot. She took her jacket off and laid down. She stared at the roof of Daryl's tent for a few minutes before letting herself fall asleep. She was only asleep for a few hours when something woke her up. At first, she wasn't sure what it was until she heard it again. A thunderstorm. Molly hated thunder, she was scared to death of it. She would have went to lay with Chris before but Chris was inside the house so Molly knew that wasn't going to happen. Now what was she going to do?
Daryl woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the roof of the tent while he listened to the rain. He loved thunderstorms. They reminded him of when he use to sit and watch them with his mom when he was little. He smiled to himself and started to roll onto his side but stopped when he felt extra weight on him. He looked down and saw Molly laying him. She had her right leg laying on top of his, her head was on his chest, and her hand was next to her face and had a firm grip on his shirt. He tried to move her but she wouldn't budge.
"Hey, wake up." Daryl said shaking her. She didn't move so he shook her again. "Wake up. Son of a bitch." He said giving up and laying his head back down. He listened to the storm for a while longer and fell asleep.