Poisoned Ivy re-write (Title in progress)

Chapter 3: The CDC pt.1

Trigger warning: mentions of sexual assault, brief description of sexual assault 

Ivy pov:

We decided to go to the CDC. It's Jim's best bet because they might have a cure. I highly doubt that though. We are about to get on the road and are packing up camp. I took down my tent, folded it up and put it in the back seat of Merle's truck. Shane was giving everyone directions about how to stop the caravan but I didn't pay attention.

"We aren't going with you," Morales announced.

"Are you sure?" Lori asked, of course they were sure, is she fucking stupid? (yes she is)

"We have family in Birmingham, we want to be with our people," Morales said.

Rick told them what channel of the CB to get on if they change their minds. I don't think that's likely though. Everyone said our goodbyes, I didn't get to talk much with Morales' wife, I don't even know her name. I settled on giving her a quick hug and a best of luck, and I got a handshake from Morales. Very interesting.

After the camp was all packed up we got onto the road. It was quiet, the RV was in the middle, Rick and Lori's car in the front, Shane after them, Andrea in Carol's car behind him, and Daryl and I took up the rear in Merle's truck.

"You know I'm kinda surprised the truck let you start it," I say to Daryl, winding down my window to stick my feet out.

"Don't I know it, this thing hates me," Daryl said in response. He opened the center console and dug out a pack of smokes and lighter. He put one to his mouth, lit it and let out a puff of smoke from his open window.

I take one out of the carton, they aren't menthols, but nicotine is nicotine at this point, "Give me a light," I say to Daryl, with my hand outstretched for the lighter.

He sends me a dirty glare before handing it over to me, "You shouldn't be smoking these," he says taking another drag.

"Why because they'll kill me? You're such a hypocrite sometimes," I answer him snarkily, while lighting my cigarette.

"No, because they're fucking mine," Daryl says.

"Actually, they're Merle's and I was the one who would steal them for him so technically," I don't need to bother finishing the statement.

"Oh shut up," Daryl dismisses me.

The silence is boring. I know Daryl doesn't like to talk when he drives cars, it makes him too "unfocused" as he says. But he's fine with music. I open the glove compartment and dig through the tapes that Merle had collected over the five years he had his truck. None of them have cases, not a single name on them, but a few years ago I color coded the ones I like to have a spot of red nail polish in the center.

I grab a random tape that has my red dot of approval and put it into the stereo. When Daryl turned up the music, the sound of ACDC started filling up the car.

The first few notes of Highway to Hell start playing, and Daryl turns it up.

"It ain't easy," Daryl starts to sing, "Loving free,"

"Season ticket on a one way ride," I join in.

"Asking nothing, leave me be," He takes the next line.

"Taking everything in my stride," I pick up.

After the first few lines of the song we stop switching off and just start singing it under our breath. Except for when the chorus hit and we are both screaming,

"I'm on the highway to hell."

He's smiling when I look over at him, his smile falls however when I reach into the center console and grab another cigarette. I light it and hang it out the window, glad that Rick and Lori aren't behind us, I already know they would have their panties in a twist over it.