Chapter 11: Honesty


KPOV

~5 years ago~

I was sat down on the porch outside, mom and dad were talking about something. Not something...about me deciding to go to the training sessions on how to shoot and mom wasn't liking it. When I was looking up at the sky, I heard the conversation finish, footsteps came towards me and stopped when I saw feet beside me.

Dad sat down and looked at the streets with me. "So...mom took it well?" I ask him and he just licked his lips, looking to the distance and then to me.

"As well as she could..." he tells me which makes me pull a face of uncertainty and slightly playful in its nature. Dad looked to me and chuckled to himself, shaking his head and looking to the sky.

"Your mom wants you to know that...even though you're going to be trained by Shane and I...she wanted you not to," dad said which made me look at him quickly, shocked and stunned by his words. "I talked to her..." dad said as he raised an eyebrow, amused by my expression and a small smile playing on his lips.

"Don't worry...she respects your decisions and doesn't hate you for wanting to do this. She wishes differently but...she accepts your desires and wants you to know we both support you," he tells me and this makes me smile at him. "Just remember..." he went to speak but I just roll my eyes.

"A gun is not a toy," I repeated his words that he would tell me since I was a little girl. He chuckled and said a quick 'that's my girl' and kissed the top of my head. The two of us sat there and taking in the view. Children playing, sun on our skin and the smell of moms cooking in the oven...


Present day...KPOV

"Don't look so worried," Carl said as we were all feeding the hens. It's so good to see Carl up on his feet again.

"It's my job," mom said slightly sad and I smiled kindly at them both. Mom always worries...it doesn't matter what it is...she'll worry.

"No, it's not. You're a housewife," Carl said as though he was stating a fact, this made me stifle a giggle and look at mom. She had her jaw hanging opened and her eyes wide. Carl looked up at her and smirked, a cheeky little smirk that made me laugh.

"Yeah, punks?" mom said as she threw us corn and this made us both laugh at her. "You see my house around here? A housewife," mom said shaking her head surprised Carl would even say that and me for encouraging him to keep going with the joke by laughing.

"They don't have a mother," Carl said as he examined the chickens, smiling I looked down and helped feed them with him. Mom was doing things to get the corn ready for the chickens to eat.

"She might be somewhere else," I suggest and this made Carl look up at me, shaking his head and giving me a look of uncertainty and full of doubt.

"Maybe she got eaten. Everything is food for something else," Carl suggested and stated. Sadly...this is the way of life. It always has been...always will be. Mom shouldn't be looking all surprised when it's the solid truth, it doesn't indicate anything about us being food to the dead.


DPOV

I was laid out on my bed, almost fully recovered and ready to continue the search for Sophia. Poking holes with the tip of one of my bolts into the small plastic window I had and looked at it absent-mindedly. Next thing I knew Andrea walked in slowly to sit beside me. "Hey. This is not that great, but..." she said as she handed me a book.

"What, no pictures?" I asked her flicking through, an eyebrow raised and my mind wandering to look at her face. Why is she here...also...what? A book's meant to have pictures? Last time I checked they were all words...so...this is your standard book to read.

"I'm so sorry. I feel like shit," Andra apologised to me as she shook her head and looked at me with a sorry expression in her eyes.

"Yeah, you and me both," I tell her, getting comfortable to sit up and to look towards her. My eyes drifting down to my torso to watch out for the stitches in my side. Andrea's eyes watching me as I moved to prop myself up and look at her better.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but if there's anything I can do-" she tried to offer but I just look at her, our eyes meeting and all I could feel was...nothing. Why is it every pair of blue eyes don't work for me like Kat's does...not to mention her father and brothers...but...Kats...it has a twinkle in them that others don't.

"You were trying to protect the group. We're good..." I forgave her in my own way, twirling the bolt in my hands and watching her. Not being blunt about it but enough to reassure her that we were fine. She was doing the right thing but...she should have listened to Kat and the others. "But hey, shoot me again...and you'd best pray I'm dead," I told her threateningly as she stood up and walked to the door. She turned to look at me, giving me a shy smile and left me alone in my tent.


KPOV

Mom was fixing things by a tree, watching us and this was while, me, dad, Shane and Jimmy were looking down at the map. Glenn was chatting with mom about something in the distance. "The creek flows south, past that farmhouse Daryl found. Maybe Sophia dropped the doll there, the current brought it downstream," dad explained as he pointed the spots with his fingers on the map without touching it.

"So what, you think she took this road here and then she went north?" I asked him, taking in what he was saying and looking towards the two men that were stood beside me.

"Yeah. What's up that way?" dad asked as he turned to look at Jimmy. The farmer boy was staring down at the map, remembering how everything was laid out and looking up at dad to answer him.

"A housing development. It went in maybe 10 years ago," Jimmy informed us as he stared down at the map.

"Take a run up there after gun practice. I'll hold down the fort here, but take backup. After what went down with Daryl, I don't want anyone going out alone. We stay in pairs," dad said which made me look at him a little shocked.

"I'll take suggestions on a partner," Shane said, averting his eyes from me and to look at my dad. Excuse me?!

"I can go. I'm a good shot, I can get in and out of places quickly and...well...I can handle myself," I argue to them, trying to put a point across but dad just looked at me. Ignoring my comment and continued to have his conversation with Shane.

"See how they do on the range, then take your pick," dad tells Shane. This was when Glenn walked up to us, holding a basket out for us and we looked down to see fresh peaches. Taking one out, we all munched on it and sipped on the juice that would flow out. Mmmm. Delicious.

"Thanks Glenn," I tell him kindly as he gave me a quick nod, his face pale and blank, while looking at us, dad in particular and then to mom who stood there with a stick in her hand.

"My binoculars," Shane prompted the boy as he looked at us numbly, he then realized what Shane said and quickly gave Shane the binoculars.

"Yeah yeah. Okay, bye," Glenn said as he handed the binoculars, his eyes darting to me and dad, then briefly to Shane before he scurried off towards the rest of the camp members.

"We'd like to join you for gun training today," the young daughter of Hershel spoke. Beth...that's her name. Her and Patricia stopping beside dad to look at us.

"Hershel's been very clear. I can't involve any of you in what we do without his okay," dad informed them as they walked closer to us, stopping and dad turned to look at them. Munching on his peach as we all chewed and swallowed our fruit.

"He doesn't like it, but he consented," Beth told us which didn't seem to convince dad much. Him and Hershel have had trouble. Jimmy wasn't meant to help yesterday and well...dad believed what he said even if he wasn't lying.

"Otis was the only one who knew guns. Now that he's gone, we gotta learn to protect ourselves," Patricia said to us, solemn and dull as she spoke. Her heart breaks every time she mentions his name. She must have been very close to Otis that way...it's sad. "Her father saw the sense in that," she defended further but this just made him look away from them. Focused on not agreeing and failing Hershel like that again.

"No offense, but I'll ask Hershel myself," dad told them, just to make sure it wasn't some test and that they were telling the truth. Seems like honesty is an issue with everyone lately.

"What's going on?" I asked Carl as he got closer to me, he was wearing dad's hat and seemed to look slightly suspicious. I know my brother well enough...I mean...I'm his best friend and he's mine.

"I want to learn to shoot too. Can you teach me?" Carl asked me, his eyes staring down at me as he stood before me. Shoot? Is he sure he wants to?

"Well, Carl...that's up to mom and dad, also...I had Shane as my instructor," I inform him, trying to tell him that I wasn't the right person to teach him and that I couldn't agree without our parents consent.

"Can you talk to them? They'll listen to you," Carl encouraged them. Where could he possibly think that they would listen to me and not him? It's normal to want to learn to shoot in this new world.

"We'll see, okay?" I tried to reassure him, not indicating to him that I was going to ask our parents about it. "Hey," I called out to him as I heard an unfamiliar-familiar sound come from his back. "Let me see what you've got there," I say as I looked at him. This was when he slipped his hand behind his back and pulled out a gun.

Taking the gun off him, I slowly walked to mom and showed it to her. Telling her that Carl had it. "How the hell did this happen?" she asked as she took it from me, checking the amount of rounds and slipped it into her back pocket.

"Well, it's my fault. I let him into the RV. He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one," Dale told us which made mom's eyes widen in rage and shock. What is with all the lies?!

"So on top of everything else, he lied. What's he thinking?" mom stated and asked, looking to a sullen Carl who was sat down and staring at the ground. Dad shrugged and had his hands on his hips. Looking at Carl I frowned, remembering that it was me in that position many years ago.

"He wants to learn how to shoot. He asked me to teach him. I told him I wasn't qualified, that...Shane was the one who taught me," I tell them as they looked at me, mom looked slightly sad and then back to angered.

"Now it's none of my business, but I'm happy to do it. It's your call," Shane suggested as he stood there, looking between me, mom and dad. His eyes searching for an answer.

"I'm not comfortable with it," mom said while laughing nervously, a shake to her head. "Oh, don't make me out to be the unreasonable one here," mom said as she realized no one was agreeing with her. "Rick?" she asked as she turned to look at him.

"I know. I have my concerns too, but-" dad began but was quickly cut off by mom, her eyes wide and her face saddened at the thought of Carl out here with a gun.

"There's no but. He was just shot. He's just back on his feet and he wants a gun?" mom asked stunned that Carl was even considering having guns after an accident like he just had. Better to fight with it than fight against it and be frightened of it.

"Better than him being afraid of 'em. There are guns in camp for a reason. He should learn to handle them safely," dad suggested as he tried to reason with mom. The rest of us watching them intently, catching every word they said and my eyes glancing to look at Carl.

"I don't want my kid walking around with a gun," mom growled out to him and he just looked at her stunned. Unable to say what he wanted to.

"But how can you defend that? You can't let him go around without protection. I walk around with a gun...last time I remember...I'm a kid of yours," I told her and she just looked at me slightly...betrayed. Her eyes were filled with a burning fire within her and I could sense it was soon about to burst out.

"There's a difference. He's twelve. You're nineteen. He's as safe as he'll ever be right here," mom tells us as if Carl was going to be a child forever. "Look, everything you're both saying makes perfect sense. It feels wrong. I mean I didn't feel good about him following you out into the woods...and I wish I'd said something. I should've gone with my gut," mom said her eyes getting teary as she thought of what happened to Carl not so long ago.

"He's growing up, thank God. We've got to start treating him more like an adult," dad suggested, the sensation of this conversation making my spine shiver. Is this how dad convinced mom? Or is this a stronger version of it to get mom to see clearly?

"Then he needs to act like one. He's not mature enough to handle a gun. Not like Kat is or ever was," mom said as she looked directly into dads eyes, her face up close to his and I stood there, looking at Carl every so often.

"I'm not gonna play with it, mom. It's not a toy. I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to look for Sophia and I want to defend our camp. I can't do that without a gun," Carl said as he stepped up, finally he had enough of this talk and wanted to do something. He wants his voice to be heard...

"Shane's the best instructor I know. I've seen him teach kids younger than Carl," dad tried to convince mom further, her eyes had turned soft while hearing Carl's reasons as to why he lied. He just wants to do the right thing.

"You will take this seriously and you will behave responsibly...and if I hear from anyone in this camp that you're not living up to our expectations-" mom said as he got closer to Carl, lifting his chin in her hands and making him look up at her.

"He won't let you down," I tell her as I stopped her in her sentence to look at Carl. His bright blues watching us as we spoke of him.

"Yeah," Carl agreed, giving me a slight small smile and the twinkle in his eye made me smile back at him. He has potential of doing good. I know it.

"Now if you're gonna do this, you listen to Shane," dad told him as they made their way to the car, dad leading them to the car and we all decided to climb in.

"Okay, dad," Carl agreed and got into the car.

"All right? You be careful," dad told him as we all got in and drove off to the training area. Watching Carl shoot, praising him when he got a good shot and mom stared at him. I went to her, gently running my hand up and down her back comfortingly, her head resting against mine as we watched Carl learn to shoot.


"'Afternoon," mom said politely as we made our way to talk to Hershel, to thank him for saving Carl's life and to get away from the crowed who praised Carl for his training.

"I take it your boy did well," Hershel observed as we looked out into the distance, they surrounded Carl as they spoke and Carl seemed so...happy. For once he has a smile on his face after all that's happened.

"Not bad, actually," I agreed, watching Carl speak with such enthusiasm before looking to Hershel who was fixing up the fences.

"Be grateful you don't have daughters like mine. If only things were as simple as wanting to shoot," Hershel teased as he looked between mom and me. This statement made me giggle, shoving my hands into my back pocket as he spoke.

"Too right that is...Kat's not abnormal...she's...special. She loved doing things like that. Shooting and other 'masculine' things but...she has had her moments of being a 'normal' girl. Ain't that right Kat?" mom said with a smile playing on her lips, teasing me in this way and making me giggle at her.

"Carl's getting that chance, thanks to you...and we're eternally grateful for what you did and your hospitality. We'll earn our keep," I tell Hershel, thankful for what he did and showing gratitude by doing what we can to keep us safe and make him trust us.

"I appreciate that, but with Carl getting better, I imagine you'll be moving on soon Fort Benning, I hear," Hershel told us which made us look to one another, the same expression on our faces. One of pure shock and horror. He wants us to leave.

"Hershel expects us to leave? Does anybody else know?" mom asked quietly, discreetly as we walked towards dad, my heart pounding at the realization of having to leave the farm and go back on the run.

"Not yet," dad speaks lowly, as to not be heard, looking up and checking for anyone listening and seeing everyone was too busy doing things to notice us all huddled around together.

"Were you gonna tell us?!" I asked him a little angered that he had barely spoken to us. Why would he keep something like this from us?!

"Of course," dad told us, giving me a look telling me to keep my voice down and I just glare at him. I'm unhappy. Deal with it dad.

"When? How long have you known?" mom asked him calmly, trying to keep her voice level and not to attract unwanted attention.

"Not long. You both don't need to worry about this," he tried to reassure us and I just glared at him. We're safe here. Of course we're going to worry about going back out there into the world of destruction.

"How can you expect us not to worry? We have shelter here, food, water and medical care," I tell him angered that he would think we would just let this pass us by as though nothing was going on.

"I've been talking with Hershel. It's not carved in stone," dad told me, his voice angered as he gritted his teeth at me. Good...get angry with me. All these lies...all these...issues that pop up and have no way of dealing with them properly. So many secrets...

"He thinks it is," I growled at him, gripping onto my hair and trying not to pull them out.

"We have to fix this. People are settling in here. They'll be devastated," mom said calmly, her voice level and he expression saddened. It's true, we finally feel safe here and...having to leave will kill them...will kill us all.

"I know. I'm working on it," dad tells us as he looked between the two of us.

"Maybe I can talk to him too and plead our case," mom tried to come up with an idea on convincing him to let us stay.

"No, things are uneasy. The best thing right now is to give Hershel some space. Don't look at me like that," dad suggested as his eyes drifted around and then to the house. His eyes landing on the two of us beside him.

"Like what?" mom asked him as she looked at him wide-eyed. Panick was evident in her facial expression.

"Like you're scared. Like you don't trust me. I can take it from everyone else, but not from you two," he tells us as he went to reach out for our faces, gently touching them and I shook my face out of his touch.

"I don't understand how you could keep something like this from us. Carl's barely on his feet, Sophia's missing...Daryl and T-Dog are hurt. How can we leave?" I asked him, my voice filled with venom, hurt and anger. We're a family. We're meant to talk things through, to figure out ways of surviving in this world. Not wait for hell to break loose.

"It's not what I want either, but if we have to go, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure the both of you and Carl are okay. We'll get by. We will," dad encouraged which made mom look directly in his eyes, her expression calmer than before and softer.

"Okay," mom said which made me just shake my head and make a sound of slight disgust mixed with anger. Walking off, I head to my tent that I was now sharing with Carl again and saw him stood by the tent. He was watching me walk to him, I stopped in front of him and glanced down at him.

"Carl...I need to leave, to go find Sophia and bring her back," I tell him as I crouched down and held his hands in mine. His bright blues staring up at me and were filled with curiosity and wonder.

"Wait...who's going with you?" he asks me and I just sigh, shaking my head as I looked down. He gripped onto my hands and made me look up at him.

"Dad said not to go alone, especially not after what happened to Daryl. Kat...I don't have a good feeling about you going out there alone," he tells me worried and his eyes wide.

"I'll be fine brother. A few walkers will never stop me from getting back to you. No one can stop me from getting back to you," I tell him and I pressed a kiss to his cheek, standing up straight I let go of his hands slowly. Turning my back I walked back to the tent and started putting on my weapons. Heading to the RV, I went to grab my gun and saw dad walk towards me quickly.

"You planning on going out there alone? Specifically when I say everyone has to go in pairs?" dad asked me slightly angered and I walked past him. He went to grab my arm and I pulled it out forcefully from his hands. "Are you crazy?!" dad questioned me and my motives.

"No. I'm completely sane. I'm not going to just...wait around sitting on my ass for some...walker find Sophia before I do," I growled and kept walking to the RV. Grabbing my gun, I checked the clip and fixed my gun in place.

"You can't be serious?! Daryl almost died out there looking for her!" dad tried to convince me it was a bad idea and I just walked out the RV, dad following me the entire way, his eyes searching for mine as he got up close to me. "Hold up Kat. You-" he started but I cut him off, he went to grab me to stop me in my tracks but I just quickly turn to look at him and pulled my arm out of his grasp.

"No dad! You don't get it do you?! I could have saved her out there. Instead I did nothing. I just laid there and let her get followed. Let her get lost. I need to fix what I didn't do by doing the right thing. As for going out there alone...I have had to kill walkers I once considered people, with Shane and on my own," I tell him, being vague as to what I had to do and still do sometimes.

"I would be the one protecting our family, I was out there hunting and keeping them fed. I have looked after our family...our group since the beginning of all this. I can fend for myself and I am not a little girl anymore dad. I've done it before you were here...I can still look after myself," I tell him. His eyes sad and he gave me a slow nod. His eyes looking down and sad...but...understanding.


Heading out, I walked past the fields and into the woods, making my way through it and killing two walkers in what felt like...2 hours? Wandering in the woods, I reached where Daryl was and saw the two earless walkers laid out on the ground. Reaching around the sides, I kept walking aimlessly and kept my memory of which way to get back to the farm.

When I heard the footsteps and the sounds of someone complaining about something. I ducked down into the bushes, staying silent and pulling out my bow and an arrow from my quiver. Looking through the bushes, I kept quiet as I watched the man bend down to look down at what looked like a snare trap.

Suddenly, I heard rustling coming from over my shoulders and saw a hand grab me, lifting me up off the floor as an arm wrapped tightly around me. Dragging my to my feet and off the ground, kicking and squirming as I felt something cold press up to the temple of my head. Looking at it from the corner of my eyes, I saw it was a pistol.

"Guess what R. We got us a pretty catch right here. Don't need no snare for this one. Ain't that right sugar lumps?" the rough and sultry disgusting voice asked me and I heard a long inhale against my ear and hair. Shivering, I wriggled and struggled out of their grip.

"You do like you're tail Jake!" the other one said as he looked at me. He had black hair, brown eyes and pale skin. There was this...dot...is that a tattoo? He stood closer to me and I saw how skinny the guy was and slightly tall. He looked no older than me and I was suddenly thrown on the floor. Going to get up, I saw my bow and quiver fell onto the ground beside me.

Going to grab it the thin black-haired boy grabbed them and slipped them onto his back. Getting onto my knees, I was suddenly pushed onto my back and was looking up at a guy who had dirty blonde hair, green eyes and he was slightly muscular. He shoved my hands over my head and pinned me to the ground.

"R! Keep her still!" the guy said and then chuckled down at me, a smirk playing on his lips as the one who now had my bow and quiver dropped to his knees and held my arms down. Squirming and wriggling under the guy, I looked down and panted. The sound of a zipper made my eyes widen and the sweat heat up my body. My heart pounding in my chest.

"No!" I screamed and suddenly the guy on top of me started to chuckle and examining me. His face hovering above me, checking every inch of my face and touching me in ways that made me feel sick. I'm going to cut those fucking hands off him when I can. He'll fucking regret it.

"You surely are a beautiful one...I bet...you taste beautiful too," the guy on top of me said I struggled to get out of their holds. When the guy smirked down at me, he lowered his head and gave my neck sloppy, gross kisses and this was my only chance. Feeling his hands slide between my legs, I squirmed and threw my head to one side then slammed my teeth into his ear.

Digging my teeth into his ear, I kept going until I felt my jaw clamp shut, hot liquid in my lips and the scream of his as I ripped his ear out. He fell off of me, rolling to one side and holding onto his now dripping with blood ear. My mouth had the rusty taste of blood sliding down my chin, spitting out his ear and coughing his blood a little. I saw the boy above me pinning me down, slide away from me and hit his back against a tree. His eyes were wide.

Crawling to my hands and knees to get up, I went to grab my knife and was soon pushed onto my front. My chest against the floor, the man's body was atop mine again and he growled into my ear. "A fighter...don't worry. I wouldn't mind going inside you from the back door," he whispered into my ear roughly. My body shivered in disgust as I had my hands trapped behind me, his scratchy hands gripped onto them tightly.

Gritting my teeth, I wriggled around and soon felt him trying to reach my front again. Gaining the strength, I rested my head to the floor and threw my head back, hitting his head to mine and he rolled around again. The boy was on his feet, unsure what to do as I was let go and reaching for the gun the guy had placed to my temple.

Crawling to it, my head spun and blood was all over me. "Go on! Shoot her with her fucking arrows!" the man screamed to the boy. The boy fumbled to get my arrows out, his hands wobbling and the man trying to get to his gun. Crawling as fast as I could, I grabbed the gun and cocked it. Aiming I pulled the trigger and saw the man fall to the ground dead.

Shot in the head. End to you...asshole. Getting to my feet, I saw the boy drop my weapons, including the bow and quiver filled with arrows. Panting, I aimed to shoot the boy but, I watched as he ran away and my head spun. Shutting my eyes, I sat there for a few minutes and regained my breath. My head no longer twirling and my mind clearer.

Picking up my weapons, I put them back in place and decided to head back to the camp. Dad's going to have a field day when he sees me like this...reaching the farm, I walked out of the woods and towards the tents. Dad saw me and ran to me. His eyes wide and searching me. When he stopped in front of me, his brows furrowed, taking in the sight of me and his eyes widening with each second passing.

"Whose blood is that? Were you bit? What the hell happened?!" dad asked me panicked. This was when Shane saw me and ran towards me. He looked angered and Carl was in the distance with mom, both of them watching me from the distance. Worry in all of their eyes.

"I handled it," I told them and kept walking towards the RV to put my gun inside. Dad followed me as did Shane and I just sighed. "I'm fine okay?! I didn't get bit. I just got...into a small fight. That's all," I tell them and they all look at me, Carl and mom were stood on their feet, looking at me and watching my every move.

"What the hell happened Kat?" Shane asked me and I just glared at them both. I'm not a child. I didn't need them there and I don't need them right now. I want peace and quiet.

"I'm just fine. All that happened was a pair of assholes were out there in the woods, hunting and they found me instead. They tried to rape me but...I handled it," I told them and walked into the RV, Shane went to say something and dad pressed his hand to Shane's chest. Shane shook his head, turned his back and walked off, rubbing his head repeatedly.

"Are they dead?" dad asked me as I saw Shane walk off into the distance. Slipping my gun into the bag, I stepped out and looked at dad who was curious as to what happened exactly. His blue eyes searching mine for honest answers.

"No. One of them yes...but the other escaped," I tell him and he nods. He stayed silent, his hands on his hips and his eyes glued on my face. Dad's eyes searching all the details of what happened, possibly trying to make up a story and finding a way of wording it so that I wasn't the one who had to explain fully what happened.

"Is that your blood?" dad asked me and I shook my head. Handing him the pistol I found, he looked down at it and then back up at me. Giving me a nod he leaned over, grabbed the back of my neck gently and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Go clean up...you look like a mess," he tells me slightly teasingly, his jaw hard and clenched. Agreeing with him, I nod up at him and entered the house to shower.


Right...here's something you all need to know. This story isn't focused only on Kat and Daryl. They'll gradually get together but this is mostly around the relationships between Kat+Lori+Rick+Carl (Later Judith too) but...there are reasons I ask for reviews and its to see what you guys want. What you'd like to see. Some things can't be done. Kat and Daryl's relationship is going to be a slow burn, there won't always be interactions between them and it isn't all about them two being together.

I'm trying to do this in justice for Norman's vision of how he sees Daryl react with a girl. He gradually gets to telling Kat he likes her. For Kat...right now family is the most important thing to her. I want a development for her character. There is going to be change when it comes to how seasons play out. Kat's character changes throughout the series. She's the 'loyal Grimes' to her family in season 1. Season 2 she's taking more of an independent, 'heroine' role...which you'll see what I mean later.

Season 3 she's...the 'survivor' role...which you'll see if you're patient enough. Season 4 she'll be the more...'leader' like figure and a very strong fighter. Season 5 she's more of her own person, her strength and faith are wary and all she knew will be deteriorating. She'll change through the seasons. So please...be patient for it all and don't be mad if there aren't lots of Daryl and Kat moments.

I don't see Kat and Daryl getting together so quickly, Norman says Daryl would be the awkward guy. Also...they wouldn't be interacting all the time as Kat has a family to look out for, a group to protect and people she loves to care for. As for reviews...I'm going to answer to most of you guys as a treat for the last chapter.


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Caity6991: Thank you for your review and future ones to come! Glad you enjoy the story so far, I understand that you want to see more Daryl and Kat but...hope you understand that there won't be scene after scene of them and that they won't fall in love straight away. It's a gradual, realistic process.


Nymphaura: Thank you for your review! I'm glad you're excited for more!


Anyway...5 reviews please? Or as many as you'd like just...please feedback to me!

Much love!

HeroJustInTime90 x