YUP
HERE IT IS
THIS ISNT MY BEST DARYL PLAYING
Sorry. xD
Review means you get cake and Daryl Dixon tee's.
:3
Here we go~
A lot has happened.
Merle and Glenn and people went of to the city. Dad(YES, I call him that. He IS my dad, after all) went of hunting, and now I'm stuck here, waiting for him to come back. I hear something very…strange. A car alarm. Carl and I stop our game of Tic-Tac-Toe, a game he somehow always wins at, and we stand up, watching a red sports car speed twords us.
Oh cool.
It was Glenn.
"Nice Car!"
I cheer, highfiving him.
He grinned.
"She's beautiful."
He said happily, and I giggled.
I noticed something after everyone got out.
Almost everyone.
"W-Where's merle?"
I whimpered.
"WHERE'S MERLE?"
I shrieked, glaring.
T-dog bent down and looked at me.
"He's in Atlanta, sweetheart, he's alive."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
He's alive.
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Dad was angry.
Dad was so, SO SO ANGRY.
I reached out and touched his arm.
"Daddy-"
But I was silenced by a angry, angry, furious glare.
"I'm NOT your father, I didn't raise ya. DON'T call me that. I don't wanna be your Dad."
(Nailed playing Daryl…)
He growled, taking his anger out on me, on everyone.
Ohhh.
Kay.
Right in the feelings.
He seemed to notice what he said, because he reached out to me, but I stepped away.
"Fine."
I say in a hurt voice.
"Fine. Here."
I say, and I shove THE letter.
The letter to him.
Written by my mom.
The one I just found wedged in the picture frame, behind the picture: hidden.
(Don't even ask, aha, random idea I came up with. Cx)
And I run away, collapsing into the arms of my beautiful Amy.
And I cried.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DARYL'S POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ah, I've really effed everything up.
I didn't mean what I said, I mean…she's my kid. And in the letter, is proof. DNA test results and everything.
It explains everything. Everything about her…my…our…daughters. Important things: Kaylee has asthma, Haylee is allergic to Pecans. Then random things: Kaylee loves the color blue, Haylee pink. Kaylee can sing, Haylee plays guitar. How Kaylee is a little hunter like me, how Haylee is exactly like her. That made me laugh. Tried takin her hunting, and she tried for a hour then gave up. We were walking back to camp when I heard it: Screams. Gun shots.
Moans.
Everyone sprang into action.
While shooting, I was looking for my little girl.
(Okay. CUTE.)
I saw her, backing away from Walkers, screaming for someone, I couldn't hear.
Bam. They were down and she was running, running and she jumped into my arms, and that's when everything was quiet, all you heard was the sobs of the survivors.
Mourning the lost.
~END OF DARYLS POV~
(GOD, I know Daryl sounded totally non-Daryl, wah, Sorry...)
