Good evening lovelies. :) My day got better, my sister is taking me to the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago for my birthday because she promised me when she was 14 that she would take me. 7 years later...we both remember that promise. It's for my sweet 16, and I'm super excited! If you're wondering, my birthday is March 3rd. ;) Enough of my life, have an update!
Just as we were getting into the trucks, Carl ran up. Damn kid. "Dad! Can I come?" he asked, hurt in his voice. Rick looked at me then back at Carl. "Please dad? I can handle myself. I protected you when we were on our own after the prison, I can handle it," he pleaded.
"What if a living being attacks, then what are you gonna do then son? You're staying here," Rick said, getting angry.
"Beth is going and she sure as hell couldn't protect herself," Carl shot back. Too far.
"Watch what ya say, kid. Beth's older than you, knows how to defend herself now. This is for us to do," I said, fumed. Fuckin' kid.
Carl turned on his heel and stormed off. Rick gave me a look that said thank you. He never let the kid come on runs, and I was fine with that. We looked at Beth who was looking at her feet, eyes glazed over, probably thinking about her memories. I wrapped my arms around her and nodded to the trucks. "Let's get goin'. Don' got all day." Everyone piled into the trucks, Rick, Michonne, Sasha and Bob in the first truck, and Beth and I in the other. We pulled out and I followed Rick down the gravel road.
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I snapped out of my memories and I was in a truck. I started to panic until I looked over at Daryl and remembered where we were going. He looked over at me and took my hand, keeping one on the steering wheel. "Ya a'right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Carl shouldn'ta said that."
I shook my head that time. "He had every right to. It's true. I couldn't protect myself in many situations. Why am I coming on this run?" I asked.
"Figured ya needed to get yer mind off of things. Plus, I said ya were never gettin' outta my sight again, 'member?" he said with a smirk. I smiled at him and nodded.
"I remember," I replied, blood going to my face as I blushed, remembering the night before. It was like a dream.
Then I remembered my actual dream and I squeezed my eyes shut and apparently I squeezed Daryl's hand.
"Hey, what's the matter? Yer squeezin' pretty hard," he said. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Just my dream from last night. Tryin' to get it out of my head," I replied smoothly.
"Ya wanna talk about it?"
"Maybe later," I said. The rest of the ride was comfortably silent and I watched out the window at our surroundings, the walkers, the trees, the dead grass from the drought we were in. I never knew this would be my world. I always thought that was just movies and TV shows. This was real though. Everything that happened was real.
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I stepped out of the truck and slung my crossbow over my shoulder then helped Beth out of the truck. We looked over the barren town and took it all in. There were very few walkers and we easily took them down with knives.
"I'll check the grocery store with Michonne, get as much as we can. Sasha and Bob, you guys check for clothes for anyone, grab what there is. Daryl and Beth, I want you guys to look for things for the kids. Diapers, Pull-Ups, blankets, hell, if you can find some small beds, take 'em. Kids don't need to be sleeping in those damned cribs anymore," Rick said. We all nodded at our tasks and we dispersed. Beth and I walked towards the Baby's-R-Us store. Why the hell did Rick put me on baby duty?
"Careful when we go in. I got your back, but always watch yer six. Got that?" I told her. No foolin' around right now, she needed to focus.
"What does that mean?" she asked. I sighed at her lack of knowledge, but cut her some slack.
"Like the numbers on a clock. I'm standing at your three. Your six is your back," I said and banged on the glass a few times to draw the walkers to the front. A few came up and I banged twice more and waited a few minutes then opened the door. There was only about 6 and Beth and I easily took care of them. I was proud of how well she worked.
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252. Still keeping count. We walked in and I took the left side of the store.
"Yell or shoot if ya need help. A'right? Don' save your ego if it won't save yer life," he said and I nodded, understanding. It was now or never.
Alright that was a shorter chapter but I'll update again tomorrow and finish the run and I'll show Carl's POV again. :) Hope your enjoying it!