So I don't when I'll get to update again this weekend. Those of you that know me and talk to me know I'm an avid hunter. A big game hunting season is in and that is where a lot of my time will be spent this weekend (weather permitting). If I do start updating well I've got lucky and the horrible weather held off and or I got my tag filled quick. Either way I hope you all enjoy this and I'd love to hear what you think. Have a great weekend. Thanks for all the favorites, follows, reads and review! Y'all are great!
Daryl kept his face straight and didn't crack his eyes open as he listened to the conversation taking place. Mac was arguing with Sophia it seemed. He wanted to laugh at the idea of his brother being that petulant that he was fighting with a little girl but in all honesty he wasn't a bit surprised. Mac would argue with a brick wall that it was wrong if felt the need to.
"I'm not sure why your being a little shit." Mac huffed.
He felt Sophia's little legs kick out over his lap. He kept his body relaxed despite wanting to tense. What was the point anyways? The girl had all but used him as a mattress last night after they had made it back up here. It seemed she was still trying to attach herself him.
"I'm not sure why you have to be..." Sophia's voice stalled out and she hissed out a breath, "I don't like you."
Mac snorted loudly, "Get use to me kid, I go where he goes and it looks like we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other."
Sophia sighed and they went quiet for a while. Daryl started to move when Sophia turned again and started talking. "Why do you and him look so much alike? Merle is his brother but he don't look like him that much."
"Cause Merle is an old ugly bastard." Mac chuckled.
Sophia laughed and he fought smiling. Her laugh was lighter than he had heard yet despite her declaring she didn't like Mac.
"Besides me and this asshole are twins kid." Mac snorted again.
Daryl caught an elbow to the ribs and cracked his eyes open looking at Mac. He was raising his brow and Mac copied him. "Time to wake up."
Sophia stood up and Daryl groaned his hate for unforgiving black top becoming more prevalent. His back was stiff but for once he didn't feel like he was a walker himself. Mac stood and grabbed his forearm dragging him to his feet.
Sophia was beaming up at him her little face clear of the mess of emotions she had been last night. Goddamn he was thankful for that. She was walking right next to him as he made his way over to Martinez and Merle. Both were leaning over a map and he leaned against the side. He knew Merle wanted to move on but he still felt like this girls mother was out there somewhere.
Sophia's little hand tugged at Merle's shirt tail and he turned his head looking at her. His anger at being interrupted left his face and he raised a brow at her, "What'ya need kid?"
Sophia looked up at him before looking to Merle again, "Are we going to look for my mom?"
Merle's face was carefully clear as he looked down at Sophia. He started folding the map up and nodded his head, "We're gonna look as me move kid aint much else we can do and we aren't splitting up." His voice was firm, "Getting split up gets you killed out there kid."
Sophia seemed to be thinking it over and nodded. "Alright."
Mac kept shooting looks over to Daryl. He had shading of a bruise under his eye but it could be worse he supposed. He held his laugh in watching the way Sophia shadowed him. Despite his usual loathing at bratty little shit kicker of kids he had to admit this one wasn't that bad. She listened and wasn't acting like a fucking idiot, that was a plus.
Sophia was looking all around them and Mac smirked realizing she was trying to figure out what was going on. The sound of a bike thundering to life had her jumping and latching on to Daryl immediately. Eyes wide she was searching for the sound.
Mac snorted, "Just Merle kid."
Sophia relaxed and stopped when Mac started unlocking doors on a vehicle. Daryl opened the back hatch and tossed his pack in like Martinez. Mac tossed the keys at the other man and he caught them raising a brow.
"Your ass is driving this time I don't wanna hear Merle crying about my driving again." Mac glared.
Martinez nodded, "If you didn't drive like you were trying to intentionally wreck it wouldn't be an issue."
Mac pulled the door open on the passenger side and look at the man, "But did you die though?"
Daryl laughed behind him and Mac smiled seeing Martinez fighting his own smile, "You aint right niño."
Mac climbed in and watched Sophia moved ahead of Daryl buckling herself in. Daryl set down behind him his eyes amused and watching them up front.
"Don't be speaking your fucking jibberish at me." Mac snapped, "Speaking fuckin' English or not at all."
"I'm not very fluent in redneck asshole forgive me." Martinez chuckled as he started the Jeep up.
Daryl guffawed in the back surprising both men at his abrupt laughter before he smothered it like usual. Sophia's small laugh could be heard and Mac looked at Daryl seeing a small smile on his lips as he leaned his head back closing his eyes. He was wore out more than any of them realized and Mac knew that whatever he'd been doing out there while with Sophia, taking care of himself hadn't been a very high priority.
Martinez shot Mac a worried look but he shook his head already hearing Daryl's breathing evening out. Sophia didn't take long to follow after him as the cool air pulled through the windows. Her little body was using Daryl was a pillow again and Mac chuckled.
"He took a bad hit there yesterday." Martinez's voice was low. "He looked rough lastnight but he still looks wore out this morning."
Mac watched Merle riding ahead of them and nodded, "He's been out there all that time and I bet your ass he aint slept or ate the entire time. If he did it was a handful of minutes. He wouldn't risk that girl getting hurt."
The rest of the ride was silent as they rode hard. Mac watched as walkers watched them blaze by but never have a chance at catching him. Cars were burned on the road in some spots and in other places there was nothing more than bloody messes. It was a gruesome thing to see how far things had fallen and how quick. He didn't so much give a shit about the rest of the world but he knew that things were changing and quick. The only real difference for Mac and Daryl so far was Merle wasn't over seas, they weren't a nine to five, and they seen even fewer people.
Hell him and Daryl had both been avid hunters to begin with who hated being around people. As far as all that goes they knew how to survive and take care of themselves. They didn't need the world to make and it was a damn good thing to cause it looked like the rest of it had done went and died.
"Where the fuck we goin' anyways?" Mac questioned after a few hours.
Martinez smiled, "When they brought me and Merle back from over seas one of the first places we came through looked deserted. Not picked over, notta. We were talking this morning that it'd be a good chance if anything to get some more supplies...besides that girl is gonna need more than a pair of shorts and that little shirt."
Mac looked back at her and seen her wrapped in one of his shirts. She was sprawled out her legs in Daryl's lap and his hand was wrapped around her tiny little ankle keeping her steady. He was still knocked out and Mac would have been worried but he knew he needed sleep. Daryl had been non stop since this shit kicked off and it was about time his ass crashed and slept for a while.
"I hear ya. How long we got?" Mac spoke turning back around.
Martinez smiled, "Not long now niño."
Mac growled, "Told your ass about speaking your jibberish."
Martinez laughed his head nodding as he shifted gears, "And I've told your redneck ass to shut up a dozen times yet neither of seem to listen."
"How about that." Mac sneered.
Mac nodded his eyes taking in the area and realized more houses were starting to show. They were coming up on the outskirts of a town that was for sure. Merle was slowing and he turned nudging Daryl awake after a while. He opened his eyes blinking away sleep and looked at him.
Daryl raised a brow, "Where we at?"
"Hell." Mac grinned.
