A short chapter! Enjoy. I do not own any of The Walking Dead, just the OC's! PLEASE REVIEW!
Also, thank goodness someone told me but this chapter 14 is an edit. I had completely different names for my characters in my first upload because I copied and pasted from a word document I type my story in. The character's name was Rosaline "Roz" Perez, but I change it to Blake Carter as I go through my chapters and edit. I thought Blake was more badass. I like how the name can be misinterpreted as a girl or boys name. Sorry, about that! Hope you enjoy the story of BLAKE! haha!MESSAGE ME IF YOU SEE ANY MORE ERRORS LIKE THIS, I will try and be more careful. Only the first 20 chapters are pre written anyways.
Chapter 14
They had been traveling about a day when Rick pulled the caravan over with a honk of the horn. Everyone stepped out of their assigned vehicles to stretch their legs. "How's everybody doin'," Rick asked the group. Everyone nodded their heads and responded with "good"s before he walked up to Daryl who was standing on his own next to his pickup.
"Daryl," Rick began, "I have a question for ya,".
"Well spit it out, Sheriff," Daryl mumbled as he lit a cigarette.
"Thinking it might be best to leave the truck behind, use whatever gas you have left and put it in the other cars," Rick said, looking a little hesitant with trying to get the rough redneck to follow some type of authority.
Daryl just nodded his head as he blew smoke out the side of his mouth. "Fine. I ain't ridin' with these fools though, I'm takin my brothers bike. I'll scout ahead, make sure known of ya'll run into a mess," he said doing his best to not make eye contact with the deputy.
"That's fine, I really appreciate it, Daryl," Rick nodded, "Do you need any help settin' that up?"
"Nah, just leave me be. I'll be ready in 15," he finalized as he turned his back on Rick and went to get his bike out of the back. When Rick walked away he stopped by Blake's side, "He sure is a charmer," he smirked at her. Blake punched him in the arm and snarled at him. Tired of him insinuating something that wasn't even there. Rick walked away with a light chuckle, rubbing his arm.
Blake looked over at Daryl as he stood in the bed of the pickup, ripping the tarp off what must've been a motorcycle. "I'll be back," Blake stated to Tanyon as she made her way over to the blue pickup. What are you doing, Bea? You know he wants nothin' to do with you.
"That's a nice ride," Blake said as she approached the grumpy redneck. Daryl seemed surprise by her presence then continued to not make eye contact as he busied himself with the task at hand.
"It's my brothers. He'd be pissed knowin' I'm ridin' it," her said as he started to roll the bike down the large door of the pickup.
"Lemme help you with that, Daryl. Don't want you to fuck it up," it was the least Blake could do since all they do is bicker and fight with eachother.
"Don't need no hoodrat touchin' my brothers bike. Now get!," he snapped at her as he struggled to get his bike down the ramp.
"You're such a prick you know that," Blake said as she waited for the back of the bike to make its descend off the ramp. She grasped the back seat just to make sure it made the drop from the door to the cement ground. The two set down the bike when Daryl glared at her, "I didn't need your help," he growled.
"Well, you got it. Now stop being a pansy ass and just accept that fact that I wanted to touch this badass bike," she said, smirking at him a little. He didn't responded, just grunted.
"Yeah, its pretty sweet," he said as he ran a rag over the exterior paint and the seats.
"I'm sorry to hear about your brother," Blake continued, unsure if she was stepping into unmarked territory.
"Why do you care? He tried to kick your ass," Daryl responded as he placed the rag into the saddle bag attached to the bike.
"I don't know. I couldn't imagine losing my brother," Blake said as she glanced over at Tanyon, who was conversing with Dale. "He's all I have left, I'm sure Merle is out there somewhere," she finished.
"Your damn right he's out there somewhere," he snapped, "Now leave me be girl. Ain't trying to have no damn conversation".
"Alright, alright. Sorry," Blake said as she started to walk away.
She couldn't stop looking at him though. He's such a fucking douchebag, she thought. But there was something about him. He was mysterious, his blue eyes pierced something deep within her, his broad shoulders made Blake want to feel the rippling muscles underneath his plaid sleeveless shirt.
"Hey, Blake," Kris' nasally greeting startled Blake out of her inappropriate thoughts of the biker hunk.
"Hey, Kris. How's the nose," Blake asked, eyeing the two tampons Andrea gave him on the RV for the bleeding. She tried to stifle a smile
"I'm ok. Yeah, yeah, I see you trying to hide the laughter. It's ok," Kris laughed good-heartedly at his own expense. Blake began laughing and slapped her hands down on her thighs.
"God, you do look ridiculous but I'm glad its helping the bleeding. Glad to hear it isn't broken, swore it was," she commented, wiping a tear leaking from her eye.
"Yeah, me too. Probably just a fracture though, not too bad of a shiner so that's a good sign," Kris said, leaning back against the RV hiding under the awning to avoid the sweltering sun. Blake tugged on her maroon tanktop to send some air up her shirt for some relief, too bad it was hot air.
"We have a long way to Fort Benning," Kris commented.
Blake nodded, "Yeah, we sure do," she said.
"You don't look too happy about the plan, did you have other ideas," Kris asked
"I really don't have much of a say, but I'd rather follow this group than have my brother and I be on our own," she said, contemplating the other options the group could have taken.
"That's not what I asked," Kris said, smirking down at the 5ft 2 caramel girl as she bit her bottom lip. He couldn't help but get a good view of her cleavage, which looked phenomenal in the bra and tank she was currently wearing.
"I think we should find a place to hunker down for a little while. A lot of people here can't defend themselves, let alone handle a gun. Can you?" Blake asked.
"Not really. Guns have always scared me a little," Kris responded tearing his eyes away before he got caught taking a peek. Seemed he was a little too late.
"Keep your eyes up, Princess," Daryl snapped at him as he pulled his bike past the caravan to bring to the front of the group.
Blake blushed and turned her head away from Kris, hoping to avoid any awkward eye contact.
"You sure he ain't your boyfriend," Kris said, eyeing Daryl's back as he pushed the bike past the RV.
"Yeah," Blake scoffed, "sure of it, probably never in a million years," she said as she too watched Daryl's back…..maybe a little lower if she cared to admit.
"Hey Blake! Wanna play cards when we get on the RV? Andrea is going to take over navigation," Glenn said with a smile as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead, slamming his hat back on his raven black hair.
"Hell yeah," Blake said as she walked past Glenn, not ready to have any kind of conversation about men with Kris. He was extremely handsome….honestly he was really sexy, but Blake needed a distraction from the rough redneck. "I'll kick your ass in some go-fish," Blake joked as she elbowed Glenn in the ribs.
"We aren't gonna play go-fish Bea," Glenn said with a small smirk on his face.
"I wanna play go-fish, can I please,?" a little Carl interrupted as he left his mom's side from the station wagon.
"Carl, I'd rather you st-" Lori began,
"Eh, let 'em go," Rick interrupted, "Must be boring sitting with the grownups in the wagon. Right, kiddo," Rick said as he placed his hand on top of the sweaty brown hair of his son.
"Yes! I'm gonna so beat you guys," he said as he sprinted onto the RV, away from his mother as fast as he could go.
"Make sure you come to me on the next stop, Carl," Lori yelled at the RV as her son disappeared behind the door.
Blake laughed, "Don't worry, Lori. I'll keep an eye on him and make sure he stops in to see you next time we pull over".
Lori just nodded, "Thanks Blake," she said as she pulled open the front door of the station wagon.
"Hurry up, Blake," both Carl and Glenn yelled at the same time.
"I'm comin, I'm comin," she smiled as she entered the RV, ready to continue their journey to Fort Benning.