Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Chapter 126

Author's Note: GRR, getting everyone in there spots for this flu thing is driving me insane! I'll be moving events around, just to make it fit. Can you tell I don't like Lizzie? LOL. Review please!

Joey and Summer's POV:

Joey tugged on Summer's arm as they went outside. "Hey hold up," he told her.

Summer looked up at him. "What?" she asked. "We've got things that we need to do, and you told Uncle Daryl that you'd help him with the bodies."

Joey nodded. "Still plan on doin' that, but wanted to do this too," he said as he kissed her.

Summer gave a small smile. "Do you really think we should be swapping spit with the flu going around?" she asked.

"Well, if I'm going to die anyway, I'd rather die with the thought of kissing you twice, then only doing it once," Joey told her.

"You are such a dork," Summer told him.

"How are you doing?" Joey asked.

"I'm doing OK, got to be right?" Summer asked.

Joey shook his head. "We've got a killer flu going around, your mother is pregnant and you have a baby sister that both need to be kept away from everyone, I'm thinking that answer should be something more then the typical Dixon reply."

"Why do you care Joey? Why does it matter? I'm dealing with the same crap as everyone else, so why does it matter if I'm feeling like the world is against us? That I'm ticked off that when everything seems to be going good, it goes to hell? That I'm feeling like more we fight, more we lose? I'm sure dad, Uncle Daryl, Glenn and everyone else is feelin' the same way," Summer answered.

Joey watched her. "Hey you giving up? That doesn't sound like the Summer Dixon I know."

"She's tired," Summer answered.

Joey raised her chin up to him. "You know what makes this group different then the Governor?"

"We're not wackadoodle?" Summer asked.

Joey laughed. "Well yeah, besides us not being wackadoodle. We care about each other," he told her. "Before this, at Woodbury, I was just one of mouths that the Governor fed. No one was really close, hell my dad was a coward. Here, someone is going to mourn me if I die, and not put my head in a fish tank. This isn't just surviving Summer, this is a family, and you know that. Yeah, it's easy to give up, it's easy to just let this life get to you. But when it does, Summer, all you got to remember is you're not alone, you got people who care about you. I care about you. We're going to beat this, and we're going to live another day," he told her as he kissed her again. "I better get going to help your Uncle or he may come find me," he said as he walked away.

Lexi and Lizzie:

Lexi walked over to the gate and put her arm around Lizzie. "I'm real sorry about your dad."

"They killed him," Lizzie said as she looked at the fence.

Lexi looked at her. "Your dad got bit, it wasn't anyone's fault. He had to be put down."

Lizzie shook her head. "Not my dad, but Nick."

Lexi looked at her as she struggled to think of who Nick was. "Nick? Lizzie who is Nick?"

Lizzie looked at the older girl. "He was one of them, he was my friend!" she yelled at the other girl.

Lexi looked at the gate then at her. "A walker? A walker isn't a friend Lizzie. In D cell, they were your friends before they turned. If Carol let your dad turn, he wouldn't have been your dad, he wouldn't have been the same, he wouldn't have been a person, he would have been a dead walker that wanted to eat you. This Nick, he might have been a good man before this, but now, he wasn't a man, he was dead. He didn't think, he didn't know you were calling him Nick, he didn't care. We're nothing but food to them, that's all we are Lizzie."

"You don't know anything! No one gives them a chance!" Lizzie told her.

Lexi looked at the younger girl like she lost her mind. "A chance? Have you ever heard them talk? No? That's because they don't talk. Ever see them smile? No? If they are lucky enough to have some of a face left, they snarl. They aren't human! Lizzie, I know you're grieving over your dad, but you've got to see that these things are just that. Things. They don't think, they don't love, they don't grieve, all the things that make us human gets taken away when we die and become them. That's why we bury the ones we love, because we want to remember what they were before, because we knew who they were. Your dad, we're burying him because we knew him, because he was your father and Mika's. If I died, I don't want to come back as one of them, that wouldn't be me," she insisted. "I'm real sorry about your dad…." Lexi said as she turned to leave, and she passed Carol as she went by her.

Joey, Daryl, and Rick's POV:

Joey looked up from digging the grave with Daryl as Rick came up. "Came to help?" Joey asked.

Daryl nodded as he pulled the handkerchief down from his face. "Glad you were in there with us."

Rick looked at the other two men. "I wasn't much use without my gun."

"No, you were. All this time off you were taking off. You gonna help us figure this out?" Daryl asked.

"I know Summer would feel better if you were working with us on this. She's worried, beginning to wonder what the point is to fight. After losing Zach, now this, plus being worried about Jewel and the baby, and Judith," Joey told him.

Rick looked at Daryl. "He makes it hard to hate the fact that he's interested in my daughter when he's being logical like that."

Daryl shrugged. "Merle and I'll hate him enough for you. We wouldn't be here without you. You kept the group together, you brought people in," he told him.

Rick shook his head. "No it was all of us," he told them.

"No it was you first," Daryl told him. "I also know what type of man you are Rick. Your wife and babies are the most susceptible to this. You'd fight hell and back to fix this for them. Carl was in D block last night, Summer was in the thick of things today. For them, you're not gonna give up. You're not gonna to abandon any of us."

"I screwed up to many times. Those calls you got to make, I start down that road..I almost lost my boy, who he was. Summer's having to make hard decisions that she shouldn't have to make at her age. Whatever this place needs, I'm here for it," Rick told them.

"Rick, it isn't you that is making Summer make the hard decisions, or Carl doing what he has to do to protect those he loves. It's this world. You are doing the best you can as a father. Hell, wish my dad was half the man you were. My father would never admit his mistakes, he'd just do whatever the wind blew," Joey said.

"See he's being logical again," Rick pointed out.

Daryl smirked. "But he's right, you see your mistakes. Mistakes is what makes us humans. But what I see is that when the shit happens, you're the first one to pick up a shovel."

"Literally," Joey said with a smirk.

Jes, Sasha, Glenn, Summer and Merle's POV:

Sasha looked down at the gate and saw the rats. "Is someone feeding them? What kind of sick person does that?" she asked.

Merle looked at Jes. "You shouldn't be around us, you weren't in D block."

Jes gave a small laugh as she shrugged. "I'm a team player, plus you suggesting I miss out on the fun Merle? Now, I'm not that type of person. Anyone see anything while they were on shift at the guard tower? I mean if someone's feeding them, someone has to have seen it right?"

Summer glanced over at where Lizzie was walking away with Carol. "I didn't see anything, but I may have an idea."

"You know something?" Merle asked.

"Not for sure, Uncle Merle," Summer answered. "If I knew, for sure, I'd tell you."

"This has something to do with Lizzie naming the walkers?" Glenn asked.

"Lizzie Samuels? You remember her from Woodbury, right Merle? Her father was always telling her to look at the flowers, she got upset every time we did the fights," Jes said.

"No offense, but I'd be upset at the fights, and I feel no sympathy for the walkers, but that was a bit wackadoodle," Summer told them.

"Had to tell her father not to bring her anymore, she screamed like we were hurting them," Merle answered as he gave his niece a look.

"Children shouldn't be watching things like that anyway. Actually, no one should be seeing things like that," Glenn told them.

"Want to hold back your opinion Chinaman? Did what had to do to survive," Merle said.

"He's Korean," Jes and Summer both said.

"Keep telling yourself that, Uncle Merle," Summer said. "Glenn! That piece of the fence is going to come down."

"Over here, now!" Jes yelled as they ran to the fence.

"Rick! Daryl! We need help!" Sasha yelled.

Summer poked a few in the eye with a tire jack. "We keep taking them out, they keep building up! We're going to lose this wall. Dad!"

"The noise brought them out," Glenn told them.

"Plus some one is feeding them rats," Summer said.

Joey sighed as he looked at her. "Psycho Lizzie?"

"We don't know that for sure," Summer told him. "The kid just lost her father, we don't want to accuse her of something"

"This has Psycho Lizzie written all over it. This puts us all in danger, it needs to stop!" Joey told her.

"Alright you two lovebirds, let's argue about this later. We got to do something about these walkers' now," Merle told them.

Daryl shot him a look. "It keeps bending like that, those walkers are going to come over it."

"Daryl get the truck, I know what to do," Rick told him.

Summer looked at him. "What are you going to do?"

"The piglets, draw them out," Rick told her.

"I'll go with you," Summer said. "Dad don't waist your breath on arguing with me. You're going to need help controlling the piglets, and you shouldn't be doing this alone. I'm helping," she told him.

"You're as stubborn as your mother," Rick told her as he kissed her forehead.

Summer gave a smirk. "It could be worse, you could have said that I'm a big of pain as Uncle Merle."

"Girl," Merle warned.

"Let's go," Rick told Summer as Daryl went to get the truck.

Rick, Carl, and Summer's POV:

Carl walked up to where Rick was burning his shirt after killing the piglets. Summer was wearing Joey's overshirt and had burnt hers. "Do I even want to ask why you're wearing Joey's shirt?"

Summer glanced at him. "The same reason Dad's not wearing a shirt, mine had blood all over it. Uncle Merle made Joey give me his over shirt," she told him.

Rick gave a small laugh. "You checked in on Jewel through the door?"

"She's worried," Carl stated. "Beth's keeping Judith in the next room."

"Doesn't seem like a bad idea," Summer responded.

"The pigs made us sick?" Carl asked.

"Or we made the pigs sick," Rick answered.

"Dad I need to tell you something," Carl told him.

Summer and Rick both looked at him. "I don't think I like the sound of that," Summer said.

"Neither do I," Rick agreed. "What is it Carl?"

Carl sighed. "Lexi and I were in the library the other day, we saw Carol teaching the kids how to use weapons, how to kill. Their parents don't know and she doesn't want you to know. I think you should let her. I know you are going to say it's not up to you, but it can be, can't it? Dad?"

Summer looked at Carl. "After what happened with Sophia, I don't blame her for wanting them to know how to protect themselves, but without there parents permission, it's wrong. They aren't her kids."

Rick put his hand on her shoulder. "Summer," he told her. "Thank you for telling me Carl. I won't say anything, we won't say anything. There's to much to worry about right now. You alright with keeping this between us now Summer?" Rick asked.

Summer nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess you're right, there's a lot more to worry about," she answered as she looked at him.