NATE
I don't always wake up grumpy, dear friends.
So given what day it is? I stay quiet as a mouse....and let him sleep 😘
My poor Babe! He's absolutely buggered.
Doesn't even twitch a muscle as I let out the 'Pfffft' of resignation. When my fingers poke the clasp of the buckle into yet another new hole.
Won't be too long, I'm guessing....until a belt on these oversized cargo pants won't be needed at all.
"C'mon, fartybutt. It's time to go."
The Mutt just lifted his head sleepily at me. Then crawled into the spot I'd recently vacated on our bed.
Hmmmmph....Daddy's boy! 🙄
Daryl, Jorge, Aaron and Rick only returned home late last night from their latest bro road-trip to Dover.
So today? There'll be three more big trucks full of supplies to unpack, sort and distribute amongst the communities.
"We'll probably go another couple of times over the next few weeks. There's still an absolute shitload more that we can bring back to use. Might as well start makin a dent in it while the weather holds."
"And I reckon it's doin them good to get away for a bit...." He mumbled tiredly last night after I fed, washed and tucked him up.
"Think it's doing you all more than good, Babe. Sleep....now" I ordered.
Pecked his lips quickly with mine and wagged my finger when he tried to take them hostage.
"Bossy bitch!" His grumbles quickly became snores.
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OK!
Those of you who thought everything would return to what passes as normal nowadays....after 'The War of the Saviors'?
Raise your hand. Now....slap yourself with it.
Heaven knows I have myself lately. Plenty of times, in fact.
Three weeks ago, Rick stood under that big oak in the valley where our last skirmish took place. The spot where he told everyone that there has to be an after.
I agreed with him. And still do for the most part, no matter how much it hurts....despite the price we're paying for it.
However, this silly little idiot never quite comprehended that 'after' will be so drastically different. And dare I say it....
Permanent? 🙁
Our once tight-knit family are now scattered like seeds on the wind.
Carol returned to the Kingdom, that was pretty much a given. I think Dixon is still a fair bit gobsmacked though? And a whole lot over-protective.
They rode regally out through Hilltop's gates, a few days after the last stand.
"But, them two is so different! Just don't know if this is right at all. An hour with him would drive me to drink" He muttered stroppily as we waved goodbye to the royal procession.
"Sometimes? The right person is the one everyone else least expects. They're perfectly-perfect for each other, Babe....the best kind of puzzle pieces."
I sighed like a romantic fool while my kisses kept blowing farewells to them all.
"Besides, the heart has a mind of its own. And rarely listens to anyone else, not even its owner."
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
FanficSemi-mature. Completed. Book Two picks up immediately from the last chapter of Home is You. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. She and fellow traveler Leo joined a group of survivors in Atlanta. Nate got her fi...
