Blue's P.O.V
Daryl was helping load bodies into the back of the pickup truck so they could be taken up the hill to be buried. I understood why the others wanted this instead of burning them but I'm not sure it was the smartest thing.
I lay in Daryl and I's shared tent out of the sun waiting for Daryl to be done and call for me. I couldn't help but feel bad for Carol, even if dixon's are suppose to be tough and pretty much emotionless I couldn't help it. Yeah her husband abused the shit out of her and stuff bit still must be hard.
As I was think of taking a quick power nap before the whole funeral burying thing Daryls sharp whistle cutt through the air. I got up with a long stretch and trotted out of our tent and up the path to the truck. Daryl was standing near the bed waiting for me. "Good girl" he spoke then patted the bed of the truck for me to jump up witch I did. I lay near the edge away from the gross bodies.
Daryl got in the truck and we begun our drive up to the graves.
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Blue : Daryl's baby girl
FanfictionBlue has been Daryl's loyal companion since he rescued her from an abusive owner at puppy hood. The two are inseparable and have an unexplained connection. Follow The walking dead story in Blues perspective as she does what ever it takes to keep her...
