A/N:Lori is a bitch, the Governor is on the prowl, and Daryl and Beth are...singing?
Also Idk how old Beth is but in my story she's around Seventeen when they go back in time. She's 27 in the future.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Chapter Six
Daryl arrived back at the highway just after sunset to his husband pacing in front of the RV while the others sorted through the supplies they'd managed to get from the cars. He noted with some relief that everyone seemed to be in one piece and that little Sophia was still with the group sticking close to her mama.
"We good?" Rick questioned, puling him into a chaste kiss. The archer frowned briefly then nodded.
"Yeah, Lil asskicker an' Glenn are setting up camp. The ol' man remembers e'erthing. He's waiting on us now."
The former cop sent him a strange look having seen the breif frown that crossed his lover's features but he stopped himself from asking about it, turning to the rest of their group.
"Alright we have five minutes to get this all packed away an' ready to go. We need to get to the farm before it gets too late."
Carl grinned, his eyes lighting up. "They remember too?"
Michonne smirked. "Why ready to see your lil southern belle?"
He blushed but his smile didn't fall. "Maybe."
Shane raised an eyebrow. "Southern belle?"
Rick shook his head and Lori's eyes narrowed but she said nothing and they packed up their gathered supplies in a relatively good mood.
"Dar, take the lead on the bike. Me, Carl, Michonne, Carol, and Sophia will follow in the car, Dale, Amy, Jim, and Jacqui in the RV, and Shane, Lori, Morgan, Duncan, and Ed in the last car. Merle, you can follow in the truck."
Daryl nodded and made a move toward the bike strapped in the bed of Merle's truck but was stopped when a small, slightly calloused hand grabbed his arm in a bruising grip.
Lori.
The woman looked furious and was staring at Rick with an angry snarl on her face, her nails biting into the soft flesh of his arm.
He fought back a flinch.
"You are not going to seperate me from my son." She snarled at his husband and for a moment her voice was overshadowed by a lower, gruffer voice.
"You can't keep me from our son."
"Lori let him go. Look if Carl wants to ride with you he can but you're holding us up and causing unecessary drama. Let. My Husband. Go." Rick growled lowly, eyes flashing as he saw his lover pale violently in his ex-wife's grip.
He knew exactly what he was thinking about and it hurt to think that even this long after his kidnapping it still affected him this harshly. Then again, some of the things that had been done to had been so inhumane, so degrading that it really would affect him for as long as he lived. Three years had passed since they'd saved him and it still gave him nightmares and he hadn't even been told everything.
There were some things Daryl just refused to speak about.
The woman glared at him then threw the arm away from her like it had burnt her.
"Carl, how about you ride with me okay?" Carl shook his head and sent Daryl a worried look that went ignored in favor of unstrapping the bike from the truck.
The others watched unsurely, disgusted by Lori's behavior and worried for the silent man, who'd barely spoken since the before Rick's explaination the day before.
"If y'all wanna reach the Farm before nightfall ya better hurry up." He snapped, turning and glaring at them with such a vicious tenacity that his eyes seemed to glow for a moment. They snapped into movement while he moved to the front of their caravan, ignoring them all.
He just wanted to go home.
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The drive to the farm took less than ten minutes, most of which they spent listening to Lori argue with Rick over the comm and by the time they reached the farm eveyone was ready to shoot the woman. When they arrived they found that a small village of tents had been set up around a small campfire and perimeter alarms made of can surrounding the entire property. Glenn was already sitting around the fire when they arrived, a beautiful dark haired woman wrapped in his arms and a pretty blond girl sitting across from them.
Carl immediately rushed over to the blond and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss shocking all of the non-time travelers present.
Glenn snickered as did the woman in his arms.
"Let her breathe, Carl."
The teens broke apart, glaring at the couple.
"Glenn, you're my favorite older brother," Carl began. "So please be a dear and go fuck yerself."
His friend snickered, especially after Rick, Lori, and Shane sent the boy a disapproving look.
As they all took a seat around the fire, Glenn noticed that one person was missing.
"Where's Daryl?"
Merle scowled.
"O'er there talkin' to that ol' man on the porch, tryin' to avoid Queenie."
Beth frowned at Rick's ex-wife.
She hadn't really liked the woman the first time around, especially after seeing the effect her death had on Carl and Rick. If she was trying to get in between her brothers' relationship she was pretty sure it wouldn't be pretty and with how fragile both men were mentally they really didn't need her shit.
The approach of said archer and her father drew her from her thoughts and she smiled at them, standing to hug Daryl.
"Hey mama."
He scowled at her.
"Don' call me that."
"You don' mind when Judy says it."
He blushed and she smirked dodging the swipe he made at her head.
"Now, now children settle down." Her dad said chuckling and they did as bid taking their seats in front of the fire.
He nodded at them. "It's a nice night. Beth? Daryl?"
Both blushed vividly and Daryl shook his head, opening his arms as Judy crawled into his lap.
"Please mama?" She begged sleepily and he sighed.
The non-time travelers stared at their smirking counterparts in confusion wondering what the two were being asked to do. Then to their surprise the two in question nodded to each other and began to sing.
Oh all the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
Everyone stared at the duo in shock, more particularly the red-necked archer. No one, not even Merle had known about his singing talent, his voice soft just as it was it was when he spoke but smoky and rich like aged whiskey. It mixed beautifully with her sweet melodious soprano and rang throughout the camp harmoniously.
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all
The group clapped softly, awed at the two but quickly stopped when Daryl glared at them, Judith asleep in his arms.
Luckily Rick saved him from any embarassing comments or worse, compliments, by standing and stretching.
"Alright everybody, we have alot to do tommorrow so why don't we turn in for the night. Maggie, Glenn you have first watch. No Sex."
The couple groaned but nodded and some of the people snickered.
Things seemed to be looking up slowly but surely...except for one problem.
Lori.
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Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
He'd found the prison shortly after waking up in this time and had sent his men in to clear it of both walkers and inmates alike. Now he found himself at a loss of what to do with it.
On one hand it was a good source of resources, but Woodbury was fully stocked with supplies and enough food to feed his people for years. In addition the place seemed to retain a bit of the attributes of its future counterpart if the alcove with his archer's pancho and a sheet with the words Lil Asskicker written hanging in front of it said anything. This being said it would be incredibly hard to find any of the prison's resources because Grimes had hidden alot of them after his second attack on the place just in case he managed to actually infiltrate the place one day...paranoid bastard.
So now he found himself staring at the building from his tank with a thoughtful expression. Grimes and his "family" wouldn't be here for over three months provided they hadn't fallen back into the past as well, meaning the place would be unoccupied for a while. Then there was the matter of Merle Dixon. If everything went according to the prvios timeline then Merle would find himself trapped on the roof of a building surrounded by walkers. He'd be able to use the man to lure his darling little archer to him and maybe even seduce him before Grimes even had a chance to.
He smirked.
"Martinez, Secure the property. It seems it isn't all that resourceful after all."
His second in command sent him a confused look but nodded relaying the orders to the other men.
Soon, his plan would com into fruition and his archer would once again be in his grasp and Rick Grimes-memories or not- would pay for taking what was his.
TBC..
A/N: Kodos and The Governor should be friends with their similar obsessions, lol. This chapter is actually more of a filler chapter than anything but don't worry the main action should start in say two or three more chapters.