AN: Wow thanks everyone for all the follows and adds that is great! it really brightens my day and makes me so happy to know that people are reading haha. So I noticed I had a question, if this would have zombies or if they would come into play later? this story WILL NOT have zombies. If I turn it into a series I might add zombies later on but this current story, no zombies, sorry heh. But as always enjoy and idea's, suggestions, questions, or just wanna share some love im always happy to see it all :)
"Okay, Loki, sexiest misunderstood villain around"
"Meh. Bucky Barns. Better."
"Please! Bucky Barnes was just a rip off of Captain America."
"Still sexier than Loki."
Dasha looked up to see Ellie looked like the Russian woman had just kicked her puppy into moving traffic and did a damn happy dance to match. Then again though at noon, this kind of scene was normal in Fulton county jail. No one ever came in on Mondays, no the sad thing was the hospital was the busy place on Monday. Since people didn't want to ruin their weekends they would sped a whole seventy two hours with a broken arm and go to prison, but going to the hospital, pfft not going to happen.
"I think I hate you just a little bit. I mean seriously, Loki is the best villain, Tom Hiddleson is sexy and you know it."
Ellie and Dasha were in the middle of their lunch debate, a every day routine since the two became friends. Every day Ellie would come with lunch and they would sit and debate whatever came to mind, though Mondays Ellie stayed longer since she only worked in the school until her lunch break before Carol took over for the afternoon. Right now both women were at the front desk, sitting and talking over lunch. Dasha was enjoying the conversation since she and Ellie were the best of friends and they had these talks, it was usually entertaining for those around them since they could either A; go from one topic to another in a matter of minuets, or B; pick one topic and hold onto it for hours sometimes weeks until they came to a agreement. Today the topic was super villains.
"You love me.."
Dasha grinned as she stabbed a piece of her sweet and sour chicken and winked at her friend. She and Ellie met when she and Rick began dating, Ellie was married to Shane, and was a firm believer that women were just as strong as a man was, and the two hit it off and became best friends fairly quickly. Rick said that it was a sign the world was ending.
"So Carol and T-Dog are getting married."
Dasha raised a brow, Carol was a sweet woman with a daughter named Sophia. T-Dog, or Theodore, was the towns christian radio dj. That was his night job, during the day though he was the towns bus driver the kids named Mr.T. He was a big quite guy, but he was a big marsh mellow and he loved Sophia, so in Dasha's mind he was a good man for Carol since her last man was a scum ball and in reality Dasha was glad when she got to throw the old man in the county jail. When Carol had decided to press charges, well it was just the icing on the cake.
"She said their soul-mates."
That had Dasha looking at her friend like Ellie had just grown three heads and was drooling on the counter top. There was no way she heard that right, and while she had no right to judge others on their life choices, seriously?
"Soul mates?"
"You don't believe in soul mates?"
Ellie was now looking up from her noodles and giving Dasha a Cheshire cat lip curling smile. This was definitely a juicy detail that she was going to latch onto and get whatever information out of it that she could since, well... come on! if you didn't believe in soul mates how could you be married to a man with two kids? deal with a crazy ex wife, and still be a cop and deal with day to day life? okay maybe that was stretching it a bit but still!
"No, I don't need man nor woman to complete me. I am fine on my own."
Dasha said ignoring the bitter tone in her voice and the slightly more vicious stab to her food.? "You? you and Shane soul mates?" Dasha asked hoping to change Ellie's line of thought about her, and Ellie just smiled and nodded. "Not to sound mushy but yes Shane is my soul-mate." She said making Dasha gag. She was almost sorry she asked now.
"Come on, you can't tell me that without Rick you wouldn't be broken? you wouldn't feel like a piece of you had been ripped away and you would be able to carry on and go on without a second thought, it wouldn't hurt? Tell me that you wouldn't feel that." Ellie said as she looked at the woman, her eyes flicking around the jail and landed on her husband and a smile formed on the redheads lips.
Dasha though, listening to how Ellie described a soul-mate. Her mind flashed to the past, about her summers spent with Daryl, about swimming in the lake, county fair's, and summer music fests dancing barefoot in soft grass and laughing holding each other close. She remembered how she felt when Daryl rode away, she felt like she lost a part of herself, like she had given half of her heart away, and he didn't care.
"Dasha... Dasha... DASHA!"
"What?"
"You alright i've been saying your name for like two minuets." Ellie said raising a brow, green eyes trailing over the Russian woman. Dasha though shrugged, her own eyes trailing to where Rick was, typing away at the computer, probably finishing the reports he had before he came for lunch.
"I love Rick, but he's not my soul-mate. I lived before him, and if it came to it, I would live after him."
Ellie wasn't going to mention how... depressing that sounded, and didn't make a big deal out of how she suddenly felt the strong pull to go towards her husband and remind him that she loved him and she would be lost without him. Dasha could see it though, being a cop you got good observation skills, and Ellie's poker face around friends was shot, but Dasha didn't say anything, it wasn't her place to. Besides she knew she sounded a bit... bitter? depressed? cold? probably. But Ellie was the one who asked what Dasha thought about it.
Both women seemed to fall into silence, it was comfortable since they were both focused on lunch. At least that was the way it looked, and Dasha was content to not ruffle it, especially since they were talking about 'Soul-mates' and that was a subject that Dasha would of preferred to not deal with. She had a good marriage, her husband had great kids and she was perfectly content. Though her thoughts were shook when the phone on the desk began to ring making her sigh.
"Lunch time peace gone."
Dasha wouldn't complain about her job but sometimes she would like to go one lunch hour without getting a call. But seeing her husband shooting her that all knowing 'I know what your thinking, don't complain' look, she simply shook her head and smiled reaching for the phone.
"Foulton County Police Station, how can I help you?"
Since they were calling the phone number, all seven digits and not the nine one one, Dasha figured that it wasn't something bad. At least nothing to bad since the woman on the line seemed perfectly calm, if not a little annoyed.
"Yes, there are two men here that are causing a disturbance here at Generals hardware, just being loud and cussing, I've got kids in this shop, can you send someone out to pick 'em up?"
Dasha nodded. "Alright, I will send someone out now."
With that the phone was hung up and Dasha smirked. "Grimes, time to earn your pay, looking sexy in uniform not enough."
There was a general chuckle around the office but it was all in good fun, and Dasha wouldn't admit it seriously at work, but she did love her man in uniform. And seeing him grinning at her she smiled and waved to the others before walking with Rick out of the building and walked towards the cruiser that the two drove. In a small town the couple were known, fairly well. Some knew them because they were a couple and both were cops, and they went to Carl's school functions and the likes, others believed the story that Lori said that they had started a affair before the divorce, either way they were known.
"So where we going?"
Rick liked taking his rides with Dasha, he knew that some might think it was suffocating being with your wife twenty four seven. He lived with his wife, he worked with his wife, unless he was going out with the guys, he was always with his wife. But he liked it, they had fun together, and even if they were always together, there was a chance that they could both drift away from their own little worlds.
"General's Hardware, disturbance. Jenny called and asked us to take them away."
"It's our job ain't it?"
Rick squeezed his wife's thigh before they turned on main street before and two buildings away from the bank there was the hardware store, a few cars were parked out front. Nothing new was really there besides a old FORD truck that Dasha wasn't used to seeing, but that wasn't really new either, this was a small town but not so small that Dasha knew everyone in the town either. So she just waited until Rick parked and slid out of the cruiser, tightening her ponytail again, what little ponytail she could have with short hair, and followed her husband inside to see what they were dealing with now.
"I told ya you deaf old fuck! this ain't worth the money that your trying to sell!"
Merle was screaming, raising a wrench and waving it and pointed at the price tag. He was here to buy a damn wrench since the shit at the little trailer he and Daryl had found to rent, for now, needed work. And there asking way to damn much and the old man who was selling the damn thing wasn't worth the money and Merle was going to make sure that it was known. He didn't care if there were kids or elderly or whatever was in between. He was going to make his point known.
"Damn it Merle, if ya don't want the wrench just don't pay for it and we can go look somewhere else."
Daryl didn't know why Merle had to yell at whoever was around, but today it was the older man behind the counter telling Merle that he wasn't changing his prices. Daryl just wanted to get the wrench so that they could finish their work and hopefully not have to deal with more problems that came with coming with Merle and his temper. Though when the ding above the door signaled the arrival of someone. Boots squeaking on tile, though not one set of footsteps, there was two which meant, either one, two people came into the hardware store. Or two, someone had called the police and they were here to solve the problem.
Rick would admit that being called out on a Monday for a disturbance call was a little surprising, since the town was generally quite, and people didn't cause problems since it was no secret that most everyone in town owned a gun, especially the business owners, no one waned to be robbed. So the call was a surprise. And when his eyes landed on two leather vests, he already knew that it was the two strangers from this morning. Damn not even here a full twenty four hours and they were causing problems.
"Problems?"
Rick looked between Dale and the older man who was cussing at him, with a raised brow. Jim was on shift as well, seemingly doing his best to not cause more trouble but Rick could easily see the mans temper was coming to the surface as well while Jenny was coming out of the back, dark eyes flicking to the two officers before falling on the men who were obviously the ones calling the disturbance in the shop. Rick really didn't want to have a big scene, there were kids in here, the ones to yung to go to school, no need to scare them.
"Gentlemen why don't we go and take a walk, leave these people alone."
Walking forward, the sheriff watched warily since these weren't locals, he didn't know how they would react. The locals were easily enough to predict. When the man with the wrench, 'Merle' as he had been called, turned Rick smirked slightly, making himself look a little more friendly, though the look in his eye was hard and calculating, tying to figure out the next move in case something happened. With his wife here it made it easier, though if it turned out that the two of the vest wearing men decided something, it could be a little dicey.
"Nah Officer Friendly, we're just having a nice chat about a wrench, no need to leave." Merle said raising the wrench slightly, it could be considered a dangerous move, and it put the two officers on edge. Rick though kept his cool and shook his head. "Lets not make this harder than it needs to be hm? put the wrench down and we'll walk outta here."
The stare off that followed between the two men was... tense was almost the right word, it was close to it though. And only after a few minuets, and the people in the shop began to fidget, did Merle relent. He wasn't going to fuck up these kids more than the world in general would. Besides they hadn't done anything, they would go in, get a ticket for disturbing the peace or some shit like that and they could go back about their business and find a cheaper place to buy their tools.
"Yeah, yeah don't get your panties in a knot." Merle muttered as he set/slammed the wrench on the counter before turning to Daryl. "Come on little brother lets get this taken care of so we can leave." He said, only raising a brow when his brother didn't say anything, or move from the stop where he was standing, his eyes locked on the woman in the police uniform with the name plate that read Dasha.