𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥《 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 》

f i v e// T A Y L O R P A R T 2

Twenty cells left. That's how busy the prison was.
In three blocks, one of them being death-row, only twenty cells were available. Despite that fact, Rick Grimes kept looking for people outside the walls; every day. It was the one thing he cared about. Looking for people and his little farm. Hershel had taught him a couple things, the basics of farming and Rick picked up from there, going on his own pace, seemingly like he had been the one who had been born and raised on a farm.

"I was wondering..."
"Yes, Glenn." Daryl heard Smith sigh heavily as she took a seat next to him at the cafeteria table. 
Somehow, these little gestures meant big things to the Smith-Dixon double. Taking the vacant seat next to the other even though there were plenty of vacant seats in the room, asking the other to go on runs and always seating on the driver and passenger seat even when there were others they wanted to sit together.
That, somehow, was everything.
"With such unusual name... I wonder what your middle name is." He smirked teasingly.
Even though they had a ten plus year age gap, these two seemed like two little kids. 
They joked around, quoting and referencing pop culture moments and made inside jokes.
Smith didn't look anywhere near her age, she looked about 23, same age as Glenn. She could only imagine what his reaction to her actual age would be.
"Pfft. You sure can wonder." 
Daryl snorted at her response as he passed her a plate of canned food and she whispered a 'thank you'.
"Come on!" He pleaded in a fake cry, impersonating a child. "You're not gonna make me guess, are you?"
"Am I?" She smirked, the back of her hand under her chin for support and class.
The youngest Dixon watched back in amusement at the scene with a smile playing around on his lips.
His brother stood not far, watching from a distance how different his baby brother had become. His posture, it was like he was constantly stiffened before, constantly prepared for attack even though the old world required none of that. It was now, that the world required constant look out that he seemed more laid-back and relaxed; comfortable. 
And he sure smiled a lot more. Merle Dixon had barely ever seen his brother smile, the day he saw his brother laugh genuinely was yet to come.
"Star."
"Oh, my god."
"Galaxy."
"Glenn--"
"Spaceship."
"... Spaceship? Glenn?" She questioned in desolated knowledge of what she had heard.
"It has to be space related, right?" 
She stared for a couple more seconds. "Glenn, what the f--"
"What? Nova Spaceship Smith! Sounds fire." He gestured with his hands to enhance the name he had just created while Smith eyed him almost in terror. "Orbit. Sun. Moon. Crescent moon. Full moon. Quarter moon--" 
"Glenn you need to st--"
"Galileo!" 
There was silence after he exclaimed and Daryl had to look to his side to make sure Smith hadn't felt by how quiet it was.
Her jaw fell slightly as her eyes refused to blink. "You have crossed the line."
He couldn't hold back the laughter this time. 
"C'mon, what is it?"
She sighed. "I don't understand what it is about my name. Next you're gonna be interrogating me about what hospital I was born in, what primary school I attended." She then paused and smirked. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" Smith flipped her hair while faking a voice.
This caused laughter amongst the table and she then proceeded. 
"I kept it simple. Just one name. Smith. Why did you have to complicate that?"
"Exactly. So, technically, this is on you. You left us with the enigma."
"Gotta keep it mysterious." She ironically tucked her hair behind her ear but couldn't contain the laugh which spread around.
"I'm telling you, you left us with the enigma, so naturally we're gonna solve it."
"You, Glenn. You're gonna solve it because you're the only one interested in it." She reasoned but didn't expect the raspy voice beside her to speak.
"Ain't the only one."
Her eyes widen and she gazed at the man with a growing beauty at her eyes each day that passed.
"See?" Glenn smiled with victory.
"Don't." She told the Dixon man. 
"Don't what?"
"Side with him just to provoke me." She smirked heavily but half of it was true.
"Pfft, ain't provoking; Wanna know."
She chuckled through her nose, half surprised, half amused. Dixon was a true wonder. A true enigma.
"Tell me." The black-haired man insisted.
She made a suspensive pause before stuffing a spoonful of food in her mouth. "Taylor."
"Taylor?" Glenn frowned in disappointment, his expression mimicked one of disgust and repulse.
"Taylor."
"That's boring."
"After James Taylor, it's not boring!"
"Your parents had the mind to name you Nova but the audacity to use Taylor as a middle name?"
"Oh, should we ask about yours then, Glenn?"
"Woah, woah."
"Yeah. That's right." She paused and squinted her eyes. "I will know it, Glenn Rhee and I will mock you to the ends of this Earth."