Daryl's Pov
"Grandpa?" The woman questions looking towards the Winnebago. She tries to open the door, but the handle crashes against the door interior.
"Watch the truck!" I shoot her a look and pull the truck to a stop, the doors unlock with a click, and she scrambles her way out towards the vehicle. I pat Charlie on the shoulder waking him from the breand climb out myself. Charlie scoots towards the end of the bench and holds his arms out towards me. "What," I question him.
"It's too high." Charlie pouts and shakes his arms in protest.
I scoff and make my way back towards him. "Now come on, ain't ever had anyone lift me out of a truck." I gesture towards the ground. "All you gotta do is slide down."
"My dad says I'll get hurt." he pouts.
"Yeah well, your daddy ain't here." I snap but quickly suck in a breath. "Shit."
Bottom curling over the top and blue eyes shining with tears, he looked adorable. I'd deny it if asked, but I was instantly filled with guilt.
"Come on, kid." I grip him under the arms and place him beside me. Without sparing him a glance, I reach out and grip his shoulder, guiding him in the woman's direction. She has reached the Winnebago ignoring the folks who have now gathered around. One man, dressed in what looked to be a deputy uniform rushes after her. "Don't even think of it" I snap, surging forward. Their heads snap in my direction, and the women's eyes seem to soften at the sight of Charlie.
"Who the hell are you people?" The deputy questions hand reaching towards his side, towards his firearm.I pull Charlie behind me and step forward.
"Grandpa!" The woman's fist hit the screen door with a snap. The man turns to her, taking his eyes off of us. He goes to question her once more but the door opens, and an older man dressed in a Bermuda shirt, with kind eyes steps out.
"Oh Haley!" he grabs her around the shoulder pulling in into him, tears leaking from his eyes. " What are you doing here?" He pulls away from her and holds oher in front of him, a smile stretching across his face.
"You know these people, Dale?" The deputy asks the older man. The man gives Haley one last kiss on her forehead before turning back to the deputy.
"This is my granddaughter Haley." He gestures to her and than brings his arm to the side, gesturing to the deputy. "Haley, this is Shane." He then moves I
His arm to a very tall woman with mousy brown hair." This is Lori and that little guy behind her is Carl." A brown-haired boy peeks out from behind her legs, offering a small wave. He turns and gestures to two blonde women."This, my dear, is Andrea and her sister Amy." Both women mutter a hello. Footsteps sound off from the side, drawing our attention. Merle sticks out his hand from the brush where he and Lynn are crouched
"Now, this little pow-wow is great and all." Merle emerges from the brush pulling Lynn behind him. "Id appreciate it if you back off, my Lil' brother, and take your fucking hand from your gun." Merle thrusts the shotgun that Lynn had possessed earlier onto his shoulder, aiming down the barrel with a smirk.
The sheriff yanks his sidearm from the holster. "Who the hell are you?" Merle throws his head back in a laugh. "Names Merle Dixon" Now, the name Dixon name has never brought us much fortune between our Dad and Merle. There were only two types that would recognize the name: the users and the law. The way Shane's eyes lit up, he knew the name well.
"Fucking Merle Dixon and over here, I'm guessing his brother Daryl." he gestures to my form, still standing protectively in front of Charlie. I scoff , but don't say anything squaring my shoulders. "Never knew there was a child messed up in your shit." He tries to get a better view of Charlie, but I move my body more in front, blocking his view.
Haley steps from her place by her grandpa and positions herself between the two men. I tense at the sight of the two guns aimed at her figure. "This is ridiculous, knock it off." Neither men drop their weapons, looking past her to glare in the eyes of each other. "Morons," Haley mutters under her breath and moves to my side.
"Daryl, tell your fat bitch to keep her mouth shut." I see red. Merle is an ignorant prick, it is well known, but as soon as those words leave his mouth I'm ready to stomp his nuts down his throat. Haley sucks in a breath but continues her path to me, grabbing Charlie into her arms.
"Man, shut the hell up. " I snap, making sure they are behind me before stepping forward to face him. He raises a brow and whistles.
"You better watch that mouth of yours Lil' Brother. Now's not the time to grow a set." Merle taunts, his eyes never leaving Shane. Shane, on the other hand, has a conflicted look on his face.
"Haley...Devalt?" Shane asks, dropping his weapon and slowly raising his hands in front of him, making his way towards us.
Haley glares at him. "How do you know my name?" He comes to a stop a few feet in front of us and faces her with a guilty expression.
"I met your parents in the city they were looking for you." He takes a shaky breath in and continues. "Honey, they were at the hospital when the army came. I saw them go down." The woman behind Shane gasps tears filling her eyes.
"You're crazy!" Haley yells, placing Charlie down and stepping in front. "My parents are at home hundreds of miles from here. T-they wouldn't be here." Her voice holds uncertainty. She continues to plead with him before Shane stops her.
"David and Kelly Brown,that was their names" Haley grabs her mouth and stiffens a sob. Dale stumbles down the steps of the Winnebago rushing to Haley tears forming in his eyes.
"You're sure it was my Kelly?" Dale mumbles, smoothing the hair on Haley's head. Shane nods his head in acknowledgement. Dale grips her tighter and buries his face in her hair. A few more people emerged from somewhere deeper in camp. A large man who looks like he's tasted something bad grips a thin lady, and an even thinner girl. An African American woman and man are talking amongst themselves but stop when they notice us. A family of 4 are also behind the children running a little ahead and to bring up the group there are two men one pretty average and the other seemed to be a kid no older than 23 and a chinaman.
The kid steps forward. "Um guys, who are these people?"
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Someone Has To Do It
FanfictionHaley never expected to survive; with the dead trying to kill her at every turn it's a wonder she made it this far. Daryl however was made for this world growing up in his brother's shadow just trying to get by day by day. Daryl sees this as a ble...
