NATE
I saved not one but two lives today.
The first?
When he snuck up, grabbed me in a bearhug from behind? Well, I just manage to stop myself from screaming blue murder and disembowelling him.
So, it's basically the same thing....right?
'Settle, petal. You're amongst family and friends again, not foe' I remind myself before trying to joke my way back to normality.
In hindsight, I should've just gone with my 'gut' instinct eh? 🫤
"2010 called and left you a message. Wants its man bun back. Seriously, Jesus? No, just....hell no! " He let me go with a resounding PFFFFT!
"SEE! Even Nate agrees with me. The dick-do makes you look like a total douche" Tara crowed triumphantly.
"Well, that's rich. Especially when she's the one with a white satin G-string holding her top knot up. Or is it a twat knot?" Jesus sniggered while Rick and Mich snorted with laughter.
I quickly yank it off, gaping in horror.
Was in such an all-fired hurry this morning, racing around and sorting out Alfie. All while packing to leave purgatory behind at long last?
Impatient Derpa here? Went and grabbed herself a pair of bloody knickers instead of a hair scrunchy....didn't she!
Now I know why everyone at the factory was shooting me the weirdest looks. Almost giggling while I farewelled them.
Especially my bud, who'd given me lingering butt pervs this time. Eugene probably speculated if underwear was actually present at all!
Oh faaaark....embarrassment plus 😳
Why on earth didn't Carol or even Dixon say somethi....ooooh....you sneaky bastard!
My husband's monumentally smug wink revealed all. I almost poke my tongue out at him, yet end up biting it instead. To cover up my sheepish and relieved grin.
Yup, more prayers answered. Since last night? I think he's trying hard to find his way back to becoming Daryl again. But at my expense, so it seems.
And our ten minutes are....
Deffo not coming back today that's for sure 😒
As you can probably tell by now, our homecoming has been just as welcoming as always. Which is really humbling, especially given yesterday's tragic events for Hilltop.
But as more people gather around us, I start to feel....an undercurrent. Like a weird angry tension almost. Something else has gone down, maybe?
Or it could be that I'm simply imagining things. Because I'm still in an exhausted, emotional tizzy myself.
Eventually, the crowd thins out. Daryl catches my eye and I can tell he's sensing it too. Our glances at each other are now full of worry.
"Well, by the time you see him again? Reckon it'll be on his fifth birthday. Glad you're home again, sweetheart" Grampy Earl rolled his eyes, as Granny Tammy kidnapped Poo-Bear and galloped off with him.
His poor Mummy never even gets herself so much as a backwards glance....let alone a bye-bye slobber 😒
"Not half as glad as me. I was so homesick for everyone. How's Kenny holding up?" I finish in a whisper and the shake of his head speaks volumes.
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Home Is Ours ('Home Is' Book Three - Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionSemi-mature. Book Three picks up fourteen months after the last chapter of Home Is Your Heartbeat. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. During the ensuing years, she and fellow survivor Daryl Dixon kept fighting fo...
