Chapter 8
Desiree sat there, watching the flames from the fire dance in the black sky. She was so mad at Rick. Not only did he just run off with Shane, leaving her, Daryl, and the rest of them to fend for themselves, but now he has the right to say that he's in charge and none of them are allowed to have an opinion anymore?
When he said that anyone was allowed to leave, she almost got up and left. But something made her stay. Being in a group was growing in her, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. As she thought about the past couple says, Daryl walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey," She said with a sigh, not taking her eye off of the fire. "Why don't we get outta here for a bit?" He said quietly. "I'd do anything to get out of this camp for a while…" She mumbled standing up. She grabbed her crossbow and followed him down the road.
"You're mad, aren't ya'?" He asked, breaking the silence. "Aren't you?" She retorted, her anger bubbling to the surface. "Nah… he's just doing the best for the group," he said, remaining strangely calm, "Imagine the decisions he'll have to make in the upcoming months… be glad you don't have to suffer the consequences if you make the wrong one."
"You have quite the unusual way of looking at things, Daryl Dixon," She laughed, looking up at him. He smiled and looked at the ground, seemingly embarrassed. She smirked at his sudden shyness. They continued to walk, not talking. She liked that about being with him, how it never felt awkward to be around him, even when there was nothing to say, it just felt normal. Natural.
"You have any siblings?" He asked a couple minutes later. "Yah… 2 brothers… You?" "1 brother…" He answered quietly. "What happened to him? If you don't mind me asking…" "Funny story…" He said kicking a rock down the street with his torn up boots, "When we were back in Atlanta, a couple of them handcuffed him to a roof." "You're kidding…" Desiree asked, shocked. "I wish I was. I went back for him the next day but he was gone. Cut off his own hand with a saw. Haven't seen him since… What about your brothers? They still alive?" Desiree shrugged, "Not sure. Never could contact them after the outbreak."
"Sorry about that…" He replied, sympathetically. "Yah… sometimes I wish I could know for a fact they're dead… Is that completely awful for me to say?" "No… I see where you're coming from. It's easier to think of them being dead than them being alive and suffering or worse…" She nodded, not letting her emotions get the better of her.
"You think we're going to survive the next couple months?" "Do you?" She thought about it for a moment… "I don't know." She answered honestly. "Me neither. But who knows… maybe we'll find someplace safe…" "Yah, alright. Don't you remember, though, this group is bad luck. We're more likely to all get hit by a bus than actually find somewhere safe."
He laughed, more than she'd ever heard before. Even more than that first night around the fire. She began laughing with him, knowing that it wasn't really that funny, but it was better to be laughing than worrying about what the future might hold.
AN: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading! And remember! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Also, I have a question for you all. Should I skip all of winter and go straight to the beginning of Season 3? Or should I write about what happens during the winter? I can't decide and would love to get some input from you guys! Much love! xx