Chapter Twenty-Four - Runs
The age difference between the two caught the attention of the Alexandrian's left. Plus what they knew about Daryl was anything but nice. He was cold and mean, calculating and harsh. This woman, Riley, she was stern and from what they had heard from her father, Wayne, she was tough too. She slipped her arms around Daryl from behind. He stiffened at her touch, but smiled when he saw her hands around his waist. "Saw ya moved your stuff in."
"Sure did, this mornin'." Daryl slipped his fingers into hers, and pulled her along beside him. "Say it, again."
Riley laughed, but smiled warmly at him. "I love you."
"Well, glad someone does other than me." Carol stood beside them, smiling. "Remember, Pookie, I liked you first." She smiled at the two of them. "Heads up, you don't look your age – the Alexandrians might not think your of age."
She slipped off after that. Rick moved his way up the road. "Need to make a run for some more first aid supplies. Can you come along?" Daryl looked at Riley. "I meant both of you. I hear she is a real bad ass."
Riley laughed. "Sure, let me talk to my kids…" She headed towards her dad.
"Michonne will come around." Rick looked at Daryl. "She has moved in to my place, and we…" His voice trailed off.
"Limited women, ya know." Daryl mumbled. Rick laughed, and hugged him again.
"I am glad you are back."
"Your family, man. Forever." Daryl saw Riley walking back towards them. She smiled. His lips twisted up into a small smile. "She is too."