Author's note: HAHAHAHAHA I see that Dr. Parish was a win, and it really made me happy to see how many of you recognize him xD SPF is one hero that's hard to top, and I feel as though he deserved a role, no matter how deeming it was! And I mean, he like…missed us ;] so Parish will be here to stay! And I'm glad Avery was a hit too!
And you guys wanted some drama and action, so here you go! :D
I'm glad you guys missed me as much as I missed you ;] I love you my little zombies!
And you all noticed that they were in a church in the second season trailer right? Now, do you guys think that's a little weird? I mean, if Cali shows up, I'm throwing in my two sense…unless she's like perfect x] then I can share!
Speaking of…is Daryl's name actually spelt Darryl? O.o
Disclaimer!: I don't own TWD and in this chapter Daryl gets to be racist and homophobic! Yay! So, is this disclaimer thing enough?
SDST: Hardcore to MyMissingHalo! Honestly folks, Halo pretty much wrote this entire chapter for you! So, if you feel so inclined to gush a little in the reviews be sure to thank her! She made this a much much much much better leeway into the drama then I had originally planned!
Chapter 14: My Temple's Been Invaded And There's Nobody Guarding It
Dale walked slowly along with the rest of the camp through the corridor on the ship. The ship was large, and he was impressed. He couldn't help but think about Erma, and the way that she had always wanted to travel on a massive ship, and pretend she was on a Titanic that never sank, and Jack and Rose got married at the end of it. She wanted a happy end to the cruise ship love.
It was bittersweet, being here without her. But at the same time, he was glad she had been able to pass away before the dead became Walkers. He was content knowing that she was happy, and she was probably in heaven, wondering what her dolt of a husband was going to do now that he was a fighter again. A warrior. That what she had called him when he had showed her his Draft card all those years ago. Erma's eyes had filled up with tears, but she had smiled and said "You'll be okay, you're a warrior. You'll be just fine."
And now, years later, he whished that she was here to say that to him again. Instead, he was going to take care of himself, surviving. Just like she'd expect from him.
"And this," The Captain explained, sweeping his arm out. "Is the library. Open everyday, and you can spend as long as you want in here, just watch out for Mr. Hahn. He likes to sleep in that little chair there." Halstrom laughed as he saw Carl and Sophia's snigger at the small old man with his head to the side and snoring loudly. "We have more of our anti-social passengers hang out here, so I'd encourage any of you to breathe some more life into the area." They continued to walk, as the Captain described where each section was and introduced them to a timid looking librarian. She tittered and introduced herself while Dale wandered off.
In a dark corner of the libaray, where the dimmed lights didn't seem to reach, there were four tables with chessboards set up. Three were pristine and untouched, which was expected from a cruise with a very young group, but one chess set was sitting there. It looked like it had been halfway through a game. The white was winning, so Dale examined the board. Whoever had been playing white was simply toying with black. White's rook was well within the range of black's knight. With a small smile, he moved the black knight to knock out the rook, and he placed the rook on his side. That would be his way to help the underdog. That was his way, always support the underdog.
Dale rejoined his group just in time to catch how many books they were allowed to check out-
Quickly, and obnoxiously loud, an alarm rang out through the ship, echoing through the hull and almost shaking the ship. Dale, and the rest of his companions almost hit the deck, but instead they stared wide eyed at the Captain. The man only smiled and held up his hands in a calming fashion.
"Now now folks, it's quite alright! It's a monthly drill, something that's preprogrammed into the ship that we're working on disabling. But for now, we ask that you simply act as though it was a real lockdown. Is that alright?"
"Like in school?" Sophia asked. The Captain smiled.
"Exactly like that! Now if you folks don't mind I need to go to a run-through, please remain here until the all clear sign, and I'll come back to resume the curb."
"Yeah, that's uh, that's completely fine." Rick answered, and the rest of the camp nodded. "Looks like we'll just be catchin' up on some reading. Right folks?"
Everyone just nodded as the alarm turned off. "Right! Well, I'll be back for you soon." The Captain smiled and took off. The Camp sort of stood for a few seconds before they started to spread out and look for that particular genre that suited each best.
Dale, personally, loved Stephan King, and found himself a well read copy of Christine and turned towards one of the comfy looking chairs next to the chessboard. Dale froze, and his jaw dropped.
His black knight was now on the white's side, and a shiny white bishop now stood proudly where his knight had.
Well, he thought as a smile crossed his features looks like it's game on.
Dale sat down and began to think of his next move.
Daryl leaned against the wall once more, growling to himself. He'd swiped three of those pain pills from that queer, but he had apparently not caught that the fuckin' pills were actually Tylenol, which didn't do much to help the barely concealed gunshot beneath the bandage on his shoulder.
When he'd first showed up at the doctor's office, and that fag had quite sweetly told him to "Sit on down honeybunch, and let's get freaky with that hole there."
Daryl had been out of there faster than a bat out of hell, that queer had scared the shit out of him more than the Walkers had. Christ, he was more than willing to let his shoulder get infected with germs rather than the Fucking Flamer.
But the pain, well, shit it had been a long fucking time since he'd been shot, almost seven years, and then he'd been hooked up to a morphine drip. Not to mention in those seven years he'd gotten a bit more than a dependency for those damn smokes, and whiskey that tasted best in the south. His body was run down, and a little on the skinny side now, and the pain was much worse then he realized he could handle. So, here he was, about to go ask that sorry excuse of a man to help him.
Merle would've been so disappointed.
Daryl finally reached the door, and he heard the doctor talking. Good, at least he was there. Daryl pushed the damn door open.
"-can't be pregnant!" Nia sat on the bed chair thing, in a black dress, her head in her hands.
"We haven't seen the results yet." The Fag sighed from where he was leaning against the counter. A small ding echoed through the office. "Ah! I'll go check it!"
"Check what!" Daryl finally spoke, his brain kicking into overdrive. Nia jumped right to her feet, her normally big brown eyes had somehow become even wider. He could tell that she was shaking.
"D-Daryl?" Nia looked like she was trying to escape.
"Nia…what the fuck is going on." Daryl's stomach felt like it was drowning in darkness.
"D-Dr. Parish is…uh…he's checking my pregnancy test." She mumbled. Daryl froze, and he saw red.
"PREGNANT? ARE YA FUCKIN' KIDDING ME!" He growled. "I'M JUST HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW!"
"THIS IS THE FIRST I EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT! IT HADN'T CROSSED MY MIND!"
"HADN'T CROSSED YOUR MIND! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NIA! WHAT THE FUCK DO YA MEAN!"
"WELL SORRY THAT IN BETWEEN BEING ATTACKED BY A BUNCH OF WATER LOGGED WALKERS AND GETTING MAULED BY YOUR DAMN BROTHER I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT FUCKING YOU WITHOUT PROTECTION MIGHT ACTUALLY LEAD TO SOMETHING!"
"Oh Jaysus!" Dr. Parish looked between the two of them. "This is better than Desperate Houswives!"
"Not helping fag!" Daryl snarled. Nia stalked over to him and punched him hard in the stomach, Daryl was shocked, but at the same time a little proud. She hit damn hard.
"You don't get to talk to Beau like that!" She snarled, her finger in his face. "He's been fixing all the problems with my body that your brother caused!"
"Oh now you blame Merle! Didn't seem to pissed when he was around!"
"That was for you!" Nia threw her hands up in the air. "Someone needed to be on your side you ungrateful ass!"
"Ya know whut! Fuck ya Nia!" Daryl turned on the Doctor. "Go read the damn test! Now!"
"Hold on now, I think you need to calm down-"
"WHO THE FUCK ASKED YOU!" Daryl and Nia both turned on him.
"Oh hell no! Angry couple does not get to bitch at me because they're all of a sudden looking down the dark hole of the parent trap!" Parish snapped his fingers at them. Nia and Daryl dropped their jaws. "Now look you stupid children, what happened, happed. You can't moonwalk honeybunches, you can't walk backwards! Now it's time to put on your big people pants and deal with what happens when you have sex and wait."
Daryl and Nia could only stare at the doctor. "Wow." Nia whispered.
"Did…ya jus' fuckin' call me 'Honeybunch'?" Daryl asked. Parish just rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. He came back with Nia's piss stick. Daryl's heart was stuck deciding if it should speed up or stop.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." They both answered. Parish looked down at the stick.
A loud, screeching alarm filled the entire room, and Daryl had to resist the primal urge to hit the floor, and Nia was almost bent over with her flat palms over her ears. Parish snickered. "Calm down CooCoos. It was simply an alarm, I need to go do my duty. So I'll be right back. In the meantime, you two lovebirds…or whatever you are…can work things out." Parish dashed for the door. "Ta!"
"Wait!" Nia screamed, but it was drowned out by the screeching sound and Parish ditched out of the office. "Come on you queen! You could've at least left me the test!"
"Fuckin' Flamin' Faggot!" Daryl called after the doctor. He was met with the heaviest silence he'd ever heard as the sirens stopped and he heard the doctor lock the door. "Shit!"
Nia sat back down on the bed thing, and stared at her shaking hands. Daryl thought about trying to comfort her, but he just couldn't. If she ended up pregnant…what the fuck was he supposed to do? They were literally floating above death, not to mention that it wasn't another survivor. It would be a damn baby. Virtually helpless, and it would render Nia helpless too. How the fuck were they supposed to get baby supplies on a damn ship?
And fuck, what would happen at the actual birth! They didn't have the kind of drugs to knock her out, and while Nia seemed to attract pain, he didn't believe for a second she could handle childbirth. There weren't no doctors to help with it either. They would be screwed.
"Fuck." Daryl whispered as he leaned against the counter harder. Letting it support him completely. Shit this all seemed so fast! They hadn't hooked up that long ago it seemed. Of course, Daryl did speed a good amount of time of that 'in between' unconscious. So maybe it was enough time, but he'd always thought it'd need to be at least a month before a bitch could know for-
Holy fucking shit.
It was the fucking chink's kid!
"Fuck Nia." He breathed. She looked up at him.
"What?"
"It ain't even mine."
"What?" She glared at him. "How is it not!"
"Ya fucked the chink not long before me!"
"Oh, and we're back on that! So you think it might be Glenn's?"
"Didja wear a rubber with the chink?"
Nia's face turned red. "No."
"Well fuck Nia! Were ya fuckin' waitin' for this? Ya sure did a good job'va makin' it happen!"
"Daryl shut the hell up! I didn't want this! Not even close!" She jumped off the bed and stood her ground. He realized how out of place this situation was then. Why was Nia dressed to the nines standing barefoot in a doctors office yelling about an unborn baby.
"Well, ya did a damn good job 'a stopping it!"
"QUIT YELLING AT ME LIKE IT'S ALL MY FAULT! THIS ISN'T MY FAULT! NOT ALL THE WAY AT LEAST! YOU DESERVE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF THIS BLAME! OR GLENN! OR WHOEVER THIS LITTLE BASTARD'S FATHER ENDS UP BEING! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT! I HAVE BEEN WORKING MY ASS OFF SINCE DAY ONE TO MAKE SURE I NEVER GET IN THE WAY! TO MAKE SURE IT WAS NEVER ME THAT NEEDED SAVING FROM ANYTHING! SO DON'T YOU DARE CALL THIS DAMN NAIL IN MY COFFIN SOMETHING THAT WAS INTENTIONAL! DID ANYONE CARE THAT I'VE NEVER WANTED A DAMN KID! EVER!" Nia screeched at him, and then she fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her ribs. "Damn! Damn this hurts!"
"Nia! What happened?" Daryl asked as he dropped down next to her. Nia had tears streaming down her face, and her breaths were coming in short gasps.
"Your…damn…brother's friend…broke a few ribs." She snarled through the tears. "And I might be pregnant. She broke down then, complete sobs shaking her tiny body. And…and I'm fucking seasick!"
Daryl bit his lip, and realized for the first time since he was in a damn war zone, that he was scared.
Glenn was strolling along one of the hallways when he realized, rather sadly that he was lost. Maybe he should've gone on that tour after all. He had no idea how to get back to his and Cali's room.
Was it 213 or 312? Man, how could he forget to double check the room number before he left?
"You look a little lost there." Avery's voice traveled across his senses along with a small cloud of smoke from the cigarette she held in her hands. Glenn smiled, happy to find another person within the immediate area.
"I am lost! I just couldn't find anyone else!"
"Yeah, you probably wouldn't. This is where Death started. This are the high roller rooms. Like more then my parents wanted to spend expensive. People don't normally come up here. Freaks them out." She explained, lifting up her platform sandal and stubbing out her cigarette on the sole.
"Then, what are you doing up here?"
"This is where we have the poker games. The Captain never comes up here, so we never get caught. Death doesn't really creep out the crew anymore. Obviously not if they were able to swipe two grand from me." She rolled her eyes and Glenn tried not to balk.
Two grand!
She saw the look behind his eyes anyways. "Disgusting isn't it? That I have that much money to gamble away in the first place?" She rolled her eyes.
"You're quite self hating."
"Oh, completely." She laughed. "It's alarming really."
"Just a bit." Glenn smiled. "So, do you know how to get back to my room?"
Avery opened her mouth to answer, but her response was drowned out in what sounded like a fire drill through a megaphone. Glenn winced, and found himself hating the noise. It was a simple hindrance. At least that's what he thought.
He glanced at Avery and realized he'd never seen a more panicked look on a person's face before. All of her playfulness had washed away completely and left a perfect expression of fear. She immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the rooms. Glenn could only look on in shock as she double locked the door and crawled into a corner.
After a little bit, when the alarm stopped sounding. Glenn realized that she was shaking so hard her teeth were chattering. "Avery? What's wrong?" but she didn't respond. She sat there with something that resembled the 'Thousand Yard Stare'. "Hello? Avery? Is everything okay?"
"Not even close." She managed to get out.
Glenn narrowed his eyes, and walked over to her slowly. "Avery? Please tell me what's wrong?" but the girl was unresponsive. She had been gone, so far gone. He chewed on his lip, and looked around the room. It was really nice, but the previous tenant had left personal things spread out all over…including a deck of cards.
Glenn got up, and grabbed the card deck, shuffled them, and divided the deck in half. He placed half the deck in front of Avery. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes in confusion. He smiled and picked up the other half. "Ever played war?"
"Yeah?"
"Good. It's my favorite game." Glenn smiled. "You should play with me."
"Right now? Do you have any idea what's going on right now! Do you?"
"No a damn clue." Glenn admitted and flipped a card over. "Now you flip one."
Avery only stared at him as she flipped a card over and she grabbed the two cards. Glenn smiled. "Why are you so calm?"
"Because I don't know what's going on." He answered as their game started to pick up it's pace. "Do you want to tell me?"
"I'm not sure…"
"Well, how about we'll just lead up to it. We'll ask questions. Winner of each round gets to ask the question?"
"Sounds good." She smiled.
"Alright. Mine." Glenn smiled. "How old are you?"
"19." She answered.
"Mine again." He grinned. "Where are you from?"
"New York." She dropped her card. "Finally, mine. Where are you from?"
"Atlanta."
"Wow."
"Mine. How did your parents strike rich?"
"At the expense of others." She frowned. "Mine. How long were you in the service?"
"What?" Glenn looked up, but kept the game going.
"Your dog tags. Well…they are yours? Aren't they?"
"No…these…uh…these belong to someone else."
"You don't want to talk about this." It wasn't a question. She was looking at him.
"Maybe someday. Just today, I'm going to keep letting him control me. Someday I'll let him go."
"Are you like…uh…gay?" She bit her lip. Glenn laughed.
"No, that's definitely not like that. It's just hard to talk about."
"Okay, I understand." She grinned.
"So…you wanna tell me what's going on out there."
Avery met him dead in the eyes, and all the mirth was gone from her face. It was just plain. She set down her deck of cards and looked away. "It's better if you don't know. If you and your family just join the others in La La Land. Because the truth, the truth will be enough to kill you."
With a loud and final gunshot, the Walker fell. Captain Halstrom lowered his gun slowly. The two crew members with him went over to the Walker and tossed him overboard.
"How's that possible Captain?" Skipper asked. "We cleared all the remaining members, and we cleared all the dead. Where did he come from?"
"I'm not entirely sure." The Captain frowned.
"Those fucking newcomers."
"No, they've only been here a few hours. Not long enough to create a Walker. Someone on the ship must be doing something. Someone must have something going on."
"Captain, we have to tell the passengers. We have to find this man."
"No. That will cause nothing but chaos. We can't do that."
"But Captai-"
"Help! Over here!"
Captain and his two men ran around the corner, only to see Johnny-Boy laying on the floor, bleeding out from his neck. A massive bite mark.
"Johnny!" Skipper dropped to the floor next to his comrade and best friend. "You'll be alright. We'll find a way man. We'll help you! We'll help you. I promise! You can trust-"
The bullet shot through Johnny's head and exploded in a spray of blood and guts. Skipper jumped up. "What the fuck was that! He wasn't even dead! Who knows if the Walker even did that! What the fuck!"
"We don't take chances." Halstrom replied quickly. "Ever. Anyone even comes close to being a liability, they're dead. You know the rules."
Skipper only glared at the Captain as the two other men lifted the body of his best friend and tossed him into the water. Food for Death.
But it didn't matter. No one would notice him gone, and the blood would be washed off by morning.
Thank yous!:
xXBXx: Bombshell for all! Lol how awful of parents would the two of them be?
SaraLostInes: Yes! I threw that line in just for you! :D
MyMissingHalo: I love you lol, you have no idea how much you helped with this chapter, and I hope you liked Parish ;D
LucyFreebird: I promise you'll get your request once they're don't being pissed as shit ;]
Constantlylost: I am loving how many people know where Beauregard Parish comes from :D makes my heart smile!
Nelle07: Like that? ;]
ChildlikeEmpress: There! I updated much faster this time! :D and the mole thing was totally my favorite part xD
Viktorskrumpet: Really, I updated this so fast because your lynching comment scared me xD I don't want that to happen! At all! I'm glad Daryl makes you laugh, and I feel disappointed because I'm not sure his reaction was actually very realistic. And damn, Cali's already insane huh!
Willow The Collie: Yes! I'm back! And yes you do! ASAP! And yes, Cali and Minty would be a hell of a problem though! Glenn will be working on that. He promises! Was this trauma and action good? :D
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So, my little zombies, since day one, I've left it up to you. Symbol do you want on Cali's pregnancy test? + or - !
Love you all!
Eris