Call me England Dixon

Chapter 45: Seed

England's Pov:

"Not bad." Daryl says putting down a flashlight onto the table. I checked the ammo on one of the guns we had found along with a whole bunch of other weapons from the armory. My father was right, this place was still loaded with a whole bunch.

"Flashbangs, CS Triple-Chasers. Not sure how they'd work on walkers, but we'll take 'em" My father says. I put down the gun and picked up the helmet from the table, making a disgusted face when something squishy came from it sticking to the table. I toss it down and shake my hand.

"I am not wearing that." I practically gag.

"We could boil them." T suggests and I scrunch up my face. Gross

"Ain't enough firewood in this place. No. Besides, we've gotten this far with 'em, right?" Daryl looks at my father, he just shrugs. Daryl grabs onto a pole thingy and swings it like a bat.

"Hershel?" A voice from behind me calls. We all turn and see Carol; I send her a soft smile to which she returns. She nods her head towards the inside of the cells, signaling for him to follow her.

"Everything all right?" My father asks, I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about." She responds, walking away. Hershel pats my shoulder on the way out and I turn back around to look at the weapons once more.

"You know... You could always just ask her yourself." I spoke and pulled the slider back on the handgun, my father looks at me. I make eye contact.  "Or are you too angry?" When he doesn't say anything, I scoff, nodding my head, throwing the gun on the table. "Right."

"England-"

"You know I am tired of you treating her like sh*t, dad." I say.

"Watch your mouth!" He says, sighing. "Look what's going on between me and your mother, is between us."

"Except it's not, dad." I argue. "It's affecting me and Carl. He can barely speak to her without getting so angry and you-" I sigh.

"I what?" My father says, giving me an angry look.

"You've basically been torturing her for months with the fact that she-" I stopped myself from saying it, I blow out air. "But didn't you already get your revenge when you stabbed him to death?"

I can feel Daryl and T-dog looking at me, most likely surprised about the fact that I would even mention that. Honestly, so am I. My father looks at me in disbelief, a hurtful expression is planted on his face.

"England, I-" He sighs. "I never meant for that to happen.  He-He gave me no choice... and for you to see that I just-" He sighs, once again. Tears start to form in my eyes as I stare at him. "I'm sorry."

"I know...and-" I clear my throat. "I'll get over it...but you've got to talk to her dad, you can't ignore her forever." I sniffle, my father looks down and nods.

"Just put it on, Shortie!" Glenn whines, frustratedly. I push the vest he's holding away from me with a disgusted look on my face.

"Hell no! If you want to wear something a walker wore, be my guest, but there is no way in hell you're forcing me to wear that." I replied back. He rolls his eyes at me as he puts it back on the table. Haha I won.

"Fine." He states, loading up his gun, I smile in return.

"Thank you."

"Hey, English. Look at this" Carl says, putting the helmet on his head. He looks up at me with a big grin, he can't even see through it. It's way too big on him. I chuckle a little as I grab a holster to give to him.