So I'm back lol didn't go anywhere but I feel like every time I come back to update, I've been gone for a while haha
New Followers: YOurDownfall, LillianOrtega, 3, and Lisa Bowen. Thank you once again for stumbling upon my story and liking it as much as you have!
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KyraNoelle: I was debating if I wanted her to join the barn episode or miss it. There were alot of pros and cons for both so I ended up deciding that she'd miss it in favor of finding that truck in hopes of perching herself a little higher in Hershel's eyes. I really want her to have a good relationship with Hershel, that's what I'm working up to. Plus we all know that she would have killed Shane had she been present for that massacre.
Frankie: Haha believe me, Ana will get her time with Lori, do not worry, it's coming. And don't worry, I'm not a physically violent person but there are certain things that I just cannot ignore, one being Lori lol glad you are enjoying Daryl and Ana moving slowly together, just a heads up, I plan for their relationship to crawl for a while before it really gets any traction.
Dark Rose Charm: Glad you liked it! And you can count on me to put Lori in her place whenever she's in the scene
Bri47: We can ALWAYS count on Ana to call Lori or any other moron out on their shit. She's not known to bite her tongue lol she'll be blunt and to the point without any hesitation.
UmiNight Angel Neko: lol I also love how oblivious they are about each other, makes it all the more entertaining for us
Disclaimer: I do not own The AMC's The Walking Dead or it's characters, just Ana.
Ana's POV...
I sat at Beth's bedside, my fingers lightly pressed to her neck where I made out a faint heartbeat before I took the small flashlight held out by Rick and began to shine it in her eyes, looking for any reaction to it. It was faint like her heartbeat but I could barely catch the way her orbs dilated due to the light.
"What's wrong with her?" Glenn asked worried from Maggie's side, who was perched on the opposite side of the bed from me as I sighed, shutting off the flashlight.
"She's in shock. Where's Hershel?" I turned my attention back to Maggie who stared down at her sister with a silent shrugged.
"We can't find him anywhere." Glenn answered for the woman instead as my eyes widened, turning to look at Rick and then at Daryl who nudged his head in the direction of the door, a silent sign for me to head out with him, which I did without any hesitation.
We left Beth alone while we followed Rick into what I knew to be Hershel's room.
"Your stepmother's things?" Rick asked hesitantly when he noticed a box of female belongings sitting on the man's bed. Maggie sniffled in Glenn's shoulder, nodding to the Sherriff's question.
"He was so sure she'd recover. They'd just pick up where they left off." Maggie explained as Rick passed on a sympathetic nod.
"Looks like he found an old friend." Daryl gruffed out as he picked up an empty flask from the ground, shaking it to show it was empty before he took a sniff of the open lid, retracting at the putrid yet familiar smell of whiskey emitting from it.
"That belonged to my grandfather, gave it to dad when he died." Maggie added as I walked over, handing over a clean tissue which she took eagerly to wipe her eyes.
"I didn't take Hershel for a drinker." T-Dog commented honestly as Maggie quickly shook her head.
"No, he gave it up on the day I was born. He didn't even allow liquor in the house." Maggie offered as my eyes panned the room, meeting Daryl's.
"When's the last time anyone saw him?" I spoke up as everyone that had been present during the day began to murmur between each other.
"Maybe a little over an hour ago." Glenn spoke, having been the one that had seen Hershel slip into the house just after the barn fiasco.
"When we were headin' back with the truck, saw a car that I recognized from the farm, headin' towards town, about 110% positive it was Hershel." I admitted as a few eyes shot over to me in surprise as I cut off Rick, turning back to Maggie.
"There's a bar in town? What's the name?" I asked as she blinked a few times till realization set in her orbs when she saw the connection.
"Hatlin's." She softly offered as I nodded, turning to Rick and Daryl who both nodded back at me.
"He practically lived there in his drinking days." Maggie laughed dryly as Glenn reached over to pull her into his side in a show of comfort.
"Betting that's where we'll find him." Rick agreed with me as Glenn nodded, turning to speak softly to Maggie as Rick approached my side.
"How are you doing, Ana?" Rick calmly asked as his eyes shown down on me in concern, which I attempted to ignore.
"I'm fine, Rick. But I wanted to apologize about what I said earlier out in the front, I had no right to say..." I felt like I had to apologize for basically tearing into Lori so openly with a small audience. Rick didn't let me finish though as he took a step closer to me, grabbing my hand with a small smile.
"Nothing to apologize for. You were defending yourself and only spoke the truth, you had every right to say everything you did." Rick's eyes twinkled before someone nearby cleared their throat, quite forcefully as both our heads snapped in that direction to see T-Dog and Daryl eyeing the both of us up in confusion and annoyance.
"Glenn..." Rick let go of my hand quickly, stepping back to give me room as he turned to the Asian that was still holding a stress-induced Maggie against his chest.
Glenn had gone with Rick to the bar to get Hershel, I had seen that episode numerous times, but from the pale look in Maggie's eyes, I knew he couldn't leave her side just yet, even if it was to retrieve her father.
"No, Glenn, you stay here with Maggie, help her keep an eye on Beth, I'll go with Rick to get Hershel, I know where the bar is." I knew various people present were seconds from arguing against my offer though I didn't give them a chance as I shouted a simple '10 minutes' before I was out the door.
"Ana! Stop!" Daryl's voice was the one I heard above all as I sighed, spinning on my heels to meet not only Daryl but Rick just over his shoulder.
"There is no fuckin' way yer goin' out there. No." Daryl growled down at me as I sighed, shaking my head back at him.
"And there is no fuckin' way either one of you is gonna stop me. Rick, no offense but with what happened in that barn, it's gonna take a fuckin' miracle that maybe even that load I brought back won't help with gettin' that man to let us stay. He's on the brink of havin' a mental breakdown at the flip of a switch. I can talk to him, get him to chill out and relax, maybe talk him off this ledge he's on. You both know I'm fuckin' right." I growled back defensively as both men silently stood there, listening to me go on.
It was quiet between the two of them, though I could already see Daryl's face turning red.
"Plus, I don't wanna be stuck 'ere. Just let me do this, I can't be within a 5-mile radius of Shane right now." I knew it was a low blow but I also knew that both men knew Shane was a sensitive subject for me. If throwing his name into the mix got me off this farm and out to help Hershel, fine, I'd take it.
"Fuckin' hell." Daryl hissed, beginning to pace as Rick continued to stare over at me hesitantly.
"Daryl..." Rick then turned to Daryl who shot daggers at the Sherriff, already knowing where this conversation was turning.
"No, fuck no. She stays 'ere with me, where I can protect 'er. Find someone else to fuckin' watch yer back." Daryl was in Rick's face seconds later as I jumped forward, pushing the moody redneck away from the Sheriff, standing between the two of them.
"Rick, give me 10 minutes." I didn't allow my eyes to move from the rabid redneck standing rigidly in front of me before I felt Rick's hand grip my shoulder, the sound of his boots heading down the stairs soon after.
"I ain't lettin' ya go with them." Daryl scoffed once we were alone as I sighed.
"Dude, I have to. Rick can't talk any sense into Hershel and before we know it, we'll be fuckin' back out on the road." I threw my arm up in frustration as he shrugged uncaring.
"Oh well, then our asses will be back on the fuckin road and these hippies can fend for themselves." Daryl barked back as I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I am not about to let this family fend for their fuckin' selves. I ain't that kind of person and I know you aren't either so stop sayin' shit ya don't mean. I'm goin', like I said, whether ya like it or not, I am." I put my foot down, not one to roll over just because I had a female hardon for the man.
When he made no move to argue further, I shrugged my shoulder, turning my back to him to head down the stairs only for his familiar hand to grab mine, ripping me back up the stairs. My back was pinned against the nearest wall, his forehead planted against mine as his warm breath blew across my face.
"No, no, no..." He began to chant over and over again, his hands pinning my hips in place as his mouth moved to rest against my forehead. Shutting my eyes, pushing my emotions back, not wanting the fact that this man was all but pressed up against me to change my decision as my hand slipped up, gripping his forearm.
"Daryl, I have to. If yer so fuckin' worried, come with, I rather you with me then here." I bit the inside of my cheek as I spoke, staring straight ahead at his scruff covered Adam's apple just within reach. I felt his arm tense briefly before relaxing, his entire body seemingly melting against me as he dropped his forehead back onto my own, our eyes finally meeting.
"Yer killin' me here." He muttered though I couldn't stop myself from passing him an amused smile, unable to stop myself from pushing up on my toes, closing the gap between us as I pressed my lips lightly against his.
Not sure if I'd ever find myself getting used to kissing a Dixon.
"So you and Daryl?" I had been busy gathering my weapons, my eyes shooting up from my pistol to see Glenn awkwardly standing outside my tent.
"Uh, what?" I asked, having honestly not even heard him as I shuffled out of the small space, standing with a heavy groan as I slipped the pistol into the back of my pants.
"Daryl, are you two together now?" Glenn's face seriously couldn't get any redder as I watched various shades caress his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at me. I wanted to be embarrassed figuring out by now that the man must have seen our private moment upstairs just a few minutes prior, but I couldn't find it in me to care with how embarrassed he was.
"I'm assuming you saw our little spit swapping contest?" I poked jokingly, knowing our kiss was nothing more than a closed lip two-second press. Glenn's eyes widened further, if at all possible, his neck snapping to look at me in horror as I fought to keep a straight face, though I was losing, quickly.
"I-I..what..um..Ana..I didn't..." Glenn immediately went into a brigade of stumbling over himself as he attempted to defend himself sending me into a fit of giggles, unable to stop myself from laughing at him.
"Glenn, it's fine. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." I confessed with a pleased sigh, rotating my shoulder that I had, stupidly enough, removed from the splint, figuring my arm would be fine and dandy. It didn't hurt so much anymore, more uncomfortable than anything.
"Are you sure you want to go? I can go, no problem." Glenn didn't seem to sit on my joke for too long, taking in my discomfort as I passed him a reassuring smile, shaking my head.
"Nah, I'm fine, Glenn, promise." I slipped my machete holsters on, fighting back the grimace of finally having free range of moving my still tender arm.
"And to answer your earlier question, no, we're not together." I shook my head, watching his eyes widen in shock as he opened his mouth to further ask before my name was called from across the yard.
"Oh, time to leave. Keep an eye out on everythin' while we're gone, kay? Beth too." I added seriously, knowing what Beth was bound to do in the time we were gone, hoping the man had caught onto that small hint as I jogged over to the car both Rick and Daryl were waiting at.
"Ya sure..." Daryl quickly began to ask as I pushed him aside, calling shotgun before he could cut me off as I slid into the front seat.
Awkward couldn't quite explain the atmosphere of the car as we headed into town in search of Hershel. I had invited Daryl because I knew, I wouldn't be going anywhere if he wasn't there and I wanted to help Hershel. But had I known it would be this weird, being stuck in a car with Rick and Daryl, maybe I would have hesitated to come at all. I could not stand it.
Thankfully, as if the gods themselves looked down on me with pity, the bar came into view causing me to sit up a bit straighter in my seat as our eyes searched the small town.
"Park a block over." I offered suspiciously as Rick nodded, pushing the car a bit further around the corner before cutting the engine.
I didn't wait for word before I was out of the car, already pulling my pistol from the back of my pants and at the ready.
"Stay close." Rick whispered as he brushed past me, taking the lead as we silently headed towards the bar.
"Stay in sight." Daryl muttered directly in my ear, his nose brushing my temple as he kept at my side, never leaving. My body unconsciously tensed at the physical touch, his hand brushing my hip as he slipped past me, watching me from the corner of his eye as I attempted to stop myself from having a 'high school crush' moment. Shaking off the feelings, ignoring the question Glenn had been pestering me about just earlier that hadn't left my thoughts, I walked ahead of Daryl with my gun up, peeking over Rick's shoulder just as he pushed the bar door in as silently as he could.
On alert, the 3 of us peeked in, weapons at the ready before I recognized the older man sitting alone at the bar. Sighing in relief that he was still alive, I slowly dropped my arms, rolling my tight shoulder as I pushed past Rick to approach the man.
"Hershel." I calmly addressed, not wanting to spook the man that had gone through so much in one day.
"Who's with you?" His low voice asked as I slid into the bar stood beside him, my eyes never leaving his face.
"Rick, Daryl. Just them." I promised, figuring the man didn't need an ass ton of people breathing down his neck right now.
"Maggie send you?" Hershel side eyed me as I leaned against the bar top, shaking my head at him.
"No, and even if she did, I had already made up my mind about comin' to get ya." I noticed his empty glass and quickly reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring him another glass.
"How many have you had?" Rick stepped around the bar, perching against the opposite side of the bar from us.
"Not enough." Hershel complained as I watched Daryl silently move about the room in alert, peeking into doorways and out windows.
"Let's finish this up back at home." Rick pushed as Hershel gulped the rest of his glass, slamming the empty cup down with a wince.
"Beth collapsed. I did what I could for her but she's in shock, I think you are too." I pointed out sympathetically as I reached forward, wanting to check for any signs of shock only for the man to push my hand away before I could get too close.
"Maggie's with her?" He asked, filling his glass once more as I turned to Rick, my hope slowly festering out.
"Yeah, but she needs you." Rick answered in my stead as Hershel laughed dryly.
"What could I do? She needs her mother. Or rather to mourn like she should've done weeks ago. I robbed her of that. I see that now." Hershel's words hit home as I bit into my bottom lip, eyeing Daryl who was now leaning against one of the bar pillars, his dark eyes on me.
"You thought there was a cure. You can't blame yerself for holding out for hope. In this world, what more can we do then hope?" I whispered back as he scoffed, his grip on the glass tightening.
"Hope? When I first saw you running across my field with your boy in your arms, I had little hope he would survive." Hershel confessed, unable to meet Rick's stare.
"But he did, because of you." I placed my hand gently on Hershel's shoulder, pleased when he made no move to push me away again.
"A lot has happened since you and your group have arrived at my farm. I believed in miracles at one time but now, I realized it was only a sham, a bait, and switch. I was a fool and you people saw that. My daughters deserve better than that."
A whistle pulled me from my conversation with Hershel as both Rick and I glanced over to see Daryl gesturing for us to come over. I nodded to him, watching as Rick slipped out from behind the bar before I gave Hershel a comforting squeeze on his shoulder as I slipped from my seat.
"So what do we do now? Just wait for 'him ta pass out?" Daryl grumbled under his breath as I turned to look over at Hershel still hunched over his glass.
"Just go. Just go!" Hershel had seemed to hear Daryl's words as he yelled at us from over his shoulder, startling me slightly as I hadn't been expecting it.
"I promised your daughters I'd bring you home, safe." I barked back, slightly peeved that this man was so worried about his own mistakes over the safety of his family. He scoffed at my words, muttering something I didn't catch under his breath as he poured himself another glass.
"So what's your plan? Finish that bottle? Drink yourself to death and leave your girls alone?" Rick shot over only for Hershel to finally turn in his seat to glare over at us.
"Stop telling me how to care for my family, my farm. You people are like a plague! I do the Christian thing, give you shelter, and you destroy it all!" He threw his glass against the nearest wall as I watched Daryl step a bit closer to my side.
"The world..." Rick stepped up to defend the group, though I knew exactly what he was going to say and grabbed his arm, stopping him from going on.
"Hershel, the world has been in bad shape for weeks now, way before we came across your farm. There is no one to blame for that. And you are right. You have done nothing but give us shelter, feed us, allow us, total strangers to take up house on your land with nothing to gain from it. We owe you and your family more than we can give but I'm starting here, right now. I grew up in a family that cared more about their own personal goals in life, then their own flesh and blood. When I was born, my father, my grandfather, uncles, they all looked down on me because of my gender. I was meant to take up the family business, be the heir to what my great-grandfather had built all those years ago. I wasn't what they were expecting. I was raised under scrutiny, I was punished for simply being who I am, but it has shaped me into who I am today. I can tell you, from the standpoint of a daughter who grew to hate her father and everything he lived for, that you have done your absolute best for them. You have protected them, sheltered them from the dangers of the outside world and I know, more than anything, if they could have anything right now, it would be you. If you think something like this would change the way they look at you, then it's you who needs them more." I hadn't meant to spill any of my background or issues on my own family, but I wanted this man to know that there were families out there that didn't have the pleasure of having such an amazing and caring father figure in their lives. He needed to know that what he had thought was right, he had been doing to protect those closest to him, his daughters. Even if it had hurt them in the end, he still had done it because he cared for them as a father should.
"Your girls need you now, more than ever." I hadn't realized tears of hate had spilled down my cheeks till Rick had gripped my shoulder in comfort, pulling my attention away from Hershel and to him. I sniffled, wiping my cheeks, embarrassed that I had gotten caught up in my own family issues as Daryl's ever familiar hand brushed against my elbow, lightly squeezing it.
"I didn't want to believe you. You told me there was no cure, that these people were dead, not sick. I chose not to believe that." Hershel's heartbroken voice cut through the room as I looked over to see Rick approaching him in concern.
"Ya okay?" Daryl's voice pried me from the conversation Rick and Hershel were having as I turned my glassy eyes up to him, nodding embarrassed as I leaned forward, burying my face out of sight and into the torn sleeve of his vest for a second.
Daryl's hand gripped my lower back gently, his nose buried at the top of my head before he pulled away from me, heading over to a stack of different bottles, going about searching for what I assumed was something for him to drink.
"Now there are people back at home trying to hang on. They need us, even if it's just to give them a reason to go on, even if we don't believe it ourselves." I turned back to where Rick was now standing beside Hershel, the men passing each other knowing smiles. I couldn't help but sigh in relief, knowing we could get the hell out of here before anything else happened, though, when was I ever right.
"Son of a bitch. They're alive."
Author's POV...
Ana had spun in fright, her mind having been elsewhere instead of on what was to come as her gun was aimed and ready at the nearest man.
"I'm Dave." One stepped up as Rick took a threatening step away from the bar in the direction of the 2 newcomers.
"Fuckin' hell." Ana whispered, realizing she had totally forgotten that these douchebags would be here at this exact time, probably listening to everything they had just been talking about.
"That scrawny-looking douche bag there is Tony." Dave gestured just over her shoulder as she spun in shock at the sound of a chair being pulled out just behind her where a thin man was now sitting, eyeing her up like a piece of meat.
"Eat me, Dave." Tony barked out defensively, winking up at Ana as her jaw ticked in annoyance.
"We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit show that was." Dave bravely made his way towards the bar, his eyes never leaving Rick as Daryl subtly began to slide closer to Ana from across the room.
"What's yer name sweetheart?" Tony's slimy voice sent a shiver down her spine as Ana's eyes snapped down to him to see him licking his lips as he eyed her legs.
"Why the fuck do I have ta give ya my name?" Ana hissed, cocking her gun as he whooped excitedly, mockingly putting his hands up as Dave laughed from over her shoulder.
"Ooh, sorry lassie. Tony hasn't had any ass in a while." Dave explained like it was some damn excuse.
"I'm Rick. Rick Grimes." Rick introduced knowing that it was moments before this entire conversation blew up in the worst possible way.
"How about you, pal? Have one?" Dave chuckled as he offered a glass to Hershel who shook his head.
"I just quit." Hershel excused as both Dave and Tony chuckled in disbelief.
"You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend." Dave pointed out as he took a sip from his glass.
"His name's Hershel. He lost people today, a lot of them. That there is Daryl and Ana." Rick went on to introduce as Ana's eyes panned from Daryl who was eyeing the bastard closest to her in distaste.
"I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends." Dave lifted his glass for a toast.
Ana kept a close eye on the two men as the chatted up the guys, the hackles on the back of her neck were slowly rising knowing that they had not come alone. She silently prayed everything would go according to plan though she didn't account for the fact that Glenn had been switched out for Daryl.
"How about you guys?" Tony asked as Ana's eyes shot down to him defensively, seeing the way his dark eyes eyed her while he fiddled with his pistol.
"Fort Benning, eventually." Rick lied easily as Dave and Tony passed each other a knowing look.
"I hate to piss in your cornflakes, officer, but we ran across a grunt who was stationed at Benning. He said the place was overrun by lamebrains." Dave explained as I internally scoffed at the nickname they had used for walkers.
"Oddly, the truth is there is no way out of this mess. Just keep going from one pipe dream to the next, praying one of these mindless freaks doesn't grab a hold of you when you sleep." Dave taunted as he took a look around the group before smirking.
"Yeah, it doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?" Ana's eyes sought out Rick's and then Daryl's as Dave continued to dig into Rick for any info on where we were housed up at. She prayed Rick wouldn't give these men any info as Dave began listing off possibilities of where they were hiding out before the word farm seemed to echo through the room.
"You got a farm?" Slowly Dave began to smirk in realization as Tony pushed himself to stand as Ana turned only for the man to grab her forcefully, yanking her against his chest with his gun now to her temple.
"Get yer fuckin' hands off of her!" Daryl snapped, his bow up and aimed at the sleeze bag now chuckling from behind her.
"You got anymore cooze at this farm of yours? Ain't had a piece of ass this nice in weeks." He thumped his hips hard against her ass as she squirming only for him to laugh, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against her head.
"Listen, pardon my friend. City kids...they got no tact." Dave made no move to get his friend to let go of Ana who was now silently going over various options on how she was going to kill this bastard now groping her.
"So listen, Rick..." Dave turned back to Rick who was now standing just as rigid as Daryl, his eyes snapping from Tony to Dave.
"We've said enough. Tell your man to let her go and we'll be on our way." Rick was trying to end this calmly but with the way Daryl was now vibrating in anger, there was no way in hell these guys were walking out of here alive.
"How about a little Southern hospitality?" Tony rasped into Ana's ear, making a show of brushing his nose up the curve of her neck and into her hair.
"How about ya let me go and I'll show ya some nice fuckin' southern hospitality." She hissed back at him only for his arm to tighten around her waist, his putrid breath blowing down the collar of her flannel.
"Ohh, the things I'd like to do to you. The things I'd make that mouth do, fuck." He thrusts his hips back into her ass, showcasing the obvious bulge now present.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Don't ever tell me to calm down! I have half a fucking mind to take your girl there with us and put her to good use!" Dave threatened as Daryl took another step towards Tony only for the man to cock the gun pointed at her temple.
"I'll shoot her, don't think I won't." Tony taunted with a sickening smirk as Dave threatened to shoot the 3 of them.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, relax. Take it easy. Nobody's killing anybody." Rick put his hands up, fear settling in with the group as Dave slowly calmed down.
"The farm is too crowded as is. I'm sorry. You'll have to keep looking." Hershel finally spoke up as Dave scoffed from behind the bar.
"Where do you suggest we do that?" Dave was far from amused by the old man's answer as Daryl's eyes met Ana's.
"I hear Nebraska's nice this time of year." Ana mocked as Dave's eyes shot to her in annoyance.
"This girl." Ana met Daryl's eyes once more with a subtle nod before a gun went off, piercing the tension in the room followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.
Ana's POV...
I had been fixing to grab the extra pistol I had stashed just inside my flannel, giving Daryl a subtle nod so that he would prepare for whatever the outcome was. Silently cocking the gun in my hand, I aimed it back towards the disgusting pile of shit holding me and unloaded two bullets. I didn't care what I hit, I just knew I wanted him off of me.
I spun away from Rick shooting Dave and turned to Tony now writhing on the ground behind me, a pair of bullet wounds coating his thigh as I cocked my gun once more, smirking down at him.
"Here's some fuckin' Southern hospitality you dick bag." I hissed, unloading another pair of bullets straight into his head before sighing in relief when I saw the light leave the man's eyes. I didn't have time to take in the pleasure of killing a man that had every intention of taking what he wanted from me before Daryl was at the man's side, bashing his brains in with his boot while cursing him.
I knew I should have left him to do what he felt like he needed to do, knowing had our roles been switched, I would have done the same, but with what I knew was coming, it was not the time to get lost in ourselves.
"Daryl, stop." I stepped over the body of the man, grabbing Daryl by his arms as he attempted to shrug me off in a fit only for his rage-filled eyes to meet my softer ones.
"He's dead, it's done." I added in reassurance as he huffed out a deep breath before stepping back, pulling me with him as he eyed me up and down.
"Ya 'lright?" He grumbled out, turning me from side to side to get a better look at me as I snorted, gently whacking his hands away.
"m fine. Ya'll alright over there?" I turned from Daryl to the other two who were staring at our interaction, Hershel being the one to nod as he adjusted his suspenders.
"Hershel?" I asked unsure as he sighed, nodding again.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." He confirmed as I sighed in relief and nodded, turning towards the door just as Daryl grabbed me, yanking me away from the door and beside the window where the clear sound of tires rolling across gravel echoed from outside.
"Car, car, car." Rick whispered frantically as he pulled Hershel down with him as Daryl knelt up beside me, peeking out the dirty windows.
"Fuck."
Shit, what the hell were we going to do now?
Quick reminder, next week, I'll post sometime between Sunday and Wednesday and then I won't be posting for at least two weeks after. But I'm not ditching the story, just going on vacation so I'll be away from a computer and internet for 2 weeks so be patient with me ya'll! I'll be back, promise!
Until next week~
