* please review and yeah, it's jillian again. I love her!*
It was six months after the outbreak started and Jillian Winters had been living in the house she had found for three months. No one alive or dead had come around. She had managed to get out of her apartment with her clothes, supplies, and some pictures. She had tried to reach her friends on the phone but phones went down pretty fast. She had no family to speak off. It has always been just her parents and her but they had been killed last year in an accident. At the time she was crushed, laid up for days in her bed, balling. She hadn't been that upset since four years beforehand when she and...no. She wasn't going to think about it, about him. She wasn't going to wonder if he was alive or not.
Once afternoon she was sitting on the porch, enjoying the breeze when she heard the unmistakable sounds of cars. Jillian frowned and stood up slowly. She checked her gun, made sure it was loaded, then tucked it into the back of her pants. She slipped her hands into her back pockets as she saw two cars and an RV coming doing the road. Her stomach was jumping with nerves and excitement. She had secretly hoped she wasn't alone.
The cars and RV parked in a row. One guy got out of the first car and another guy got out of the second car. The first guy was wearing a cop uniform and the second guy was wearing a pair of jeans and a v neck white tee shirt. Neither one had a weapon out and they walked towards her slowly. She looked into the first car and saw a dark haired woman and small child. She sighed and her shoulders sagged.
" Miss?" The first guy said. " We aren't here to hurt you."
" Well, that's good to know." Jillian said. Another car door slammed, bring Jillian's eyes up over the two men's head but she couldn't see any cars past the RV.
" We are just looking for other survivors and maybe a place to stay a few nights." The guy said. Jillian nodded.
" There are plenty of rooms here." She said.
" Is this your house?" The second guy asked.
" Hell no, this ain't her house!" A voice snapped. Jillian's eyes shot behind the two men. Her chest suddenly became heavy and she felt herself stumble slightly. Daryl Dixon was coming up to them. He was passing the second car, his eyes locked on hers. " Unless this your man's house."
" This isn't my house. I found it empty." She said softly. The two men were looking back and forth between Jillian and Daryl.
" You two know each other?" The cop asked.
" Hell yeah I know her. Used to fuck her." Daryl snapped. The cop and v-neck guy looked at her slowly. Jillian's face harden up as she narrowed her eyes.
" Oh, I see you have broaden your vocabulary. I didn't know that books finally made it to hicksville." Jillian snapped. " Oh wait, maybe you don't know what books are. A book is a series of papers held together with words written on them. They usually tell a story. You know what words are, don't you?" she asked gently. The cop and and v-neck glanced at each other and tried not to laugh.
" I know what the fuck books are, bitch!" Daryl snapped at her. Jillian shrugged her shoulders.
" Just checking, Bastard." She said. She looked back at cop and v-neck. " Since Daryl is to stupid to introduce me, I will do it myself. My name is Jillian Winters." She said. The cop looked at her and smiled.
" Rick." He said as he held his hand out to her. She shook his hand and returned his smile.
" Shane." The v-neck guy said. He shook her hand next.
" Why don't you guys get your stuff and I will show you to the rooms." Jillian said.
" That would be real nice of you." Rick said.
" Don't let her fool you, she ain't nice." Daryl said as he started backing up. " She's a backstabbing bitch!"
" Why don't you go and find some sheep to fuck?" Jillian said. " I will be inside." She turned and walked quickly into the house before he saw her face.
Daryl put his hand on the back of his neck and started back to his truck. He was parked behind the RV. He was going to pull his truck closer to the house in case he needed to make a run for it quickly. He knocked on the RV window as he passed. Dale opened the window and stuck his head out.
" Are we staying?" He called out. Daryl threw his hand into the air and kept walking to his truck.
He popped opened his door and slipped into the seat. He turned the truck on and backed up a little ways. He drove through the grass and over to the porch as the group members started getting their stuff out of the cars and the RV. He shut the truck off and drummed his fingers against the sterling wheel. He wasn't sure he was ready to see her.
When they pulled up to the house, Daryl didn't think anything of it. He was actually bored. They had been driving for a while and he was just ready to be somewhere. But then he saw her, standing on the steps with her hands in her back pockets. She used to stand like that outside her work while she waited for him to pick her up. Her hair was longer but he'd know her face anywhere.
She was a waitress when they were dating. He'd come by when she got done working and she'd bounced into his truck, the truck he was now sitting in. She'd open the door, slide over to him and kiss him hard. He'd put his hands in her hair and hold her against his mouth as they made out for a while before she'd pull away and close the door. He'd put his arm across the back of the truck seat while she'd curl up against him, putting her arm around his waist and they'd drive away to do whatever they wanted for the night.
Daryl sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He shook his head and told himself to straighten up. She was just a stupid, cheating bitch and he was over her. He reached over and grabbed his bag then threw open his door and got out of the truck. Everyone else was climbing up the stairs with smiles and hope on their faces. Their stupid faces, Daryl thought.