Y/n is the younger adopted brother of Daryl Dixon although, most of the time Daryl acts as a father to the boy and mentors him through his hardships. While in the apocalypse Y/N and Daryl have stuck by and trusted each other ever since Atlanta, and...
I sit on the porch of my and Daryl's house in Alexandria. I review this list that has been recently given to me by, my saviour, Denise. And speaking of the devil I see her walk past our house in a white shirt and blue jeans with her signature rectangle glasses on. "Hey," I call out quickly and jog over to her.
"Yes? Y/n" she responds
"This thing at the bottom right here. You're talking about the drink right?"
"I am, but..." she stops her sentence trying to decide what to say I guess. I just carry on with my point.
"It's not medical."
"No," she says with almost inhuman speed. "I drew a line between the important stuff and that. I just figured if you saw it."
"Alright" I turn to leave but she continues with her reason.
"Anything remotely medical is a priority. And food, maybe even food before medicine, and gas or batteries or books for the kids or clothes are just...If you see it if it just happens to, you know be right there." she rambles.
"You like it right?" I interrupt before she can talk anymore.
"No, I don't drink pop," she replies. I look at her confused.
"What the hell's 'pop'?"
"Oh, I'm originally from Ohio," she explains. I pretend like that answers my question and counter with a question of my own.
"Why you want it?" she pauses for a moment then speaks in a hushed voice.
"Tara was talking about it in her sleep, I think. Either she loves it or hates it, but if she loves it, it'd be a nice surprise. I'm not normally good with that kind of stuff, and she and Heath are going in that two-week supply run so I just thought it'd be a nice going-away present. Just uh, don't go out of your way. And if it gives you any trouble..."
"I won't" I simply say
"Good cause it's not important. I should have just said instead of drawing a line" I walk away during the last part of her sentence sensing she is going to ramble and repeat herself.
"Got it," I say putting up a peace sign with my fingers. I go around the corner and see Rick and my brother leaning against a black sedan parked next to my new bike (photo)
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"What's up?"I say getting their attention. Rick steps forward and replies.
"I and Daryl are gonna help you on your supply run. You are going now, aren't you?"
"I'm not trying to be funny Rick but with all that weight on my bike I think it might crumble" Daryl snickers and chuckles in his throat while Rick stands in front of me, smiling but unamused
"Haha very funny. I and Daryl are gonna be in the sedan and follow you, Is that alright?" Rick says.
"Sure. Let me just get my jacket" I jog past them two and into the house through the garage. Well, this is gonna be interesting.
