The One He Chose

~9~

~Dallas's POV(2 Weeks Later)~

The group and I managed to keep the second fence up for the past two weeks. Although it's getting kinda weak from the walkers constantly pushing on it. We've tried everything to get rid of them, even getting rid of our pigs. Even though we kinda needed to since they made people sick but still at least we tried. Now we're just screwed, everyone is sitting in their cars while Daryl and I are on his cycle. We watched the fence come down and walkers fill the yard. We pulled out heading to my home town of Florence. The whole way praying that it was at least somewhat clearer than the woods. After a while Daryl's cycle started running out of gas. We signaled to stop before we got off. Daryl and I walked behind the car that was pulling his pickup. Daryl put his cycle in the bed before he got behind the wheel and I hopped in the passenger side. We pulled in front of everyone and started on our way once again, I soon got bored so I looked under the seat and found some CD's. I looked at Daryl before looking back at the CD and starting to laugh, he gave me a weird look.

"What's so funny?"

"I have a feeling that this was once a girls truck."

He gave me another weird look.

"What gives you that idea?"

"I found a Martina McBride CD under the seat."

He shook his head.

"Yeah, that's not mine, I don't listen to that shit."

I started laughing, popping in the CD and the song Safe in the arms of love came through the speakers. Daryl groaned beside me before I started to sing. He looked at me and smiled a bit, I blushed as I kept singing one of my favorite songs. I leaned my head on his shoulder as the song came to an end. He held me close before placing a kiss on my head. I smiled a moment, and then it dropped as I saw the 'Welcome to historical Florence' sign. I sat up and started directing Daryl to the house hoping that it wouldn't change how anyone looks at me, we soon pulled up to what was once my dream house. I looked at it to see that nothing had changed. Daryl came to my side and looked at the house before looking at me, with wide shocked eyes.

"This is where you lived?"

"Yeah, it was my dream house from when I was a little girl, when Danny and I got married he bought it for me as a wedding gift, little did I know someday it would become my hell."

"Dallas we don't have to stay here, you and I can go lookin for a home somewhere around here, I'm sure we could find somethin."

I shook my head letting out a deep sigh.

"No, we should all stay together."

I took his hand and walked up the front steps. I walked into the house with my knife at the ready. I turned a corner to see a walker, he walked towards me and I pulled up my knife stabbing it in the head before dragging it outside. Soon everyone found their rooms, Daryl and I got the master, and I blocked off the room that I lost everything in. Daryl came up behind me and looked at the name that was painted on the door before he looked at me.

"Della's a beautiful name."

"Yeah, she was an amazing little girl, she would've been an even more amazing person."

"Judgin by who her mother is I don't doubt that one bit."

I smiled turning around in his arms placing a kiss on his lips. I sighed into the kiss before pulling away. I walked back to the master room setting my bag down. I then went to check on everyone else to see how they were doing only to have Carol make things ten times worse.

"Rich bitch had everything."

"Yeah, and rich bitch lost everything, you know we aren't that different Carol. We both had abusive husbands, and we both lost a daughter because of this fucked up world. The sad thing is that you actually got to have her for a while. My daughter was one, and was ripped to shreds by her own father who I later had to shoot because he was a walker. We aren't that different, the only difference is that my husband tried to make up for his mistakes with expensive things. So while I was rich I didn't have everything I wanted. I didn't have his love, and I didn't have my daughter long enough to have hers."