Guns and Roses (Rick Grimes)

Chapter Twenty Eight

     A few months had passed, and life seemed to be working out well with the Woodbury community. They had been pulling their weight well, and it seemed to make everything somewhat normal. I most of the time helped Carol and a few of the other ladies with the food, since Rick didn't want me going on too many runs. He was still so terrified that I would end up dead because of a run gone wrong.

       When Carol wasn't cooking or working with food like me, she was reading stories to the children in the library. She had already talked to me about Harry learning how to use weapons while "reading" in the library, and after a little persuasion I agreed. She and I had agreed to keep it all from everyone, other than each other. If anyone else found out, there was a chance people may end up upset over the lessons.

         Honestly, the children were safer learning about weapons and how to use them against walkers. If they knew how to defend themselves, they'd be a bit safer than when they didn't know anything. I understood that Harry needed to know, and since he was now five years old, he was at a good age to start learning. Technically, Harry wasn't the youngest in the class, since sometimes Judith would go when Carol was reading, but when she didn't go, Harry was the youngest.

"Hey, Mr. Dixon..." I heard Patrick start, and I almost laughed.

        Daryl had become quite popular with everyone, along with Rick, and I found it ironic. The popularity helped Daryl come out of his shell, but it was still ironic, since Daryl wasn't much of a people person. I understood though, since Daryl had went through quite some shit throughout his life. He and I had actually somewhat bonded over our childhood traumas and such. I just didn't have a brother or sister to share my life with, it was only me and my cousin.

        Long story short, my parents were terrible. My mother was a druggy, and my father was a drunk. He took in my cousin when his brother died, and my cousin wasn't much better. My cousin was a druggy, but he tried to keep it away from me, since he knew I didn't like it. We did smoke weed together often though. The weed had helped me deal with the abuse my parents laid on us. My cousin had ran away at eighteen, when I was fifteen, and I had absolutely no one. My parents seemed to abuse me more when my cousin left, but when he came back, he took me away from them and I never had to deal with my parents again. Sadly though, my cousin overdosed when I was twenty, and I was completely alone after that.

"You're quite popular Mr. Dixon, just remember, I'm your best friend, not them." I commented, causing him to chuckle.

"I know, you're possessive." He replied, and I rolled my eyes.

"Got to lay claim before anyone else, Daryl Dixon, remember that." I said, winking playfully.

"I've got to show Rick something, you've got this handled?" Carol asked, and I nodded.

"Yep, I got this, and Mr. Dixon is always here to lend a hand." I replied, causing her to chuckle, as Daryl rolled his eyes at us.

        Daryl and I talked for a few more moments, before we seen Patrick walk past us again. My eyebrows furrowed when I heard him coughing. I swore he hadn't been sick earlier, but maybe I just didn't pay attention to it. He probably had a cold though, which was common, so I wasn't really worried about him coughing. If he started to feel worse, he could always see Hershel or Dr. S, Dr. S was a doctor we had saved.

"You feel like going out and practicing the crossbow again later?" Daryl asked, and I smiled.

"Only if you feel like teaching me." I replied, causing him to shrug.

"Wouldn't offer, if I didn't feel like showing you the right way to use it." He said, making me scoff.

"Just because I suck at hitting the target the first time, does not mean I suck." I retorted, and he chuckled.

"If the target was a walker, your ass would've been bit," He answered,"Be ready in thirty, we'll be heading out then, no later." He added, causing me to nod.

       Daryl had been teaching me to shoot his crossbow, which I was really happy about. I had asked him on a whim one day, and I was surprised that he had agreed to it. I had been learning for the last couple of weeks, but I still wasn't the best at hitting the targets on my first shot. Of course, I knew practice made perfect, but it still irritated me every time I failed, and Daryl seemed to be flawless. He promised to make me the same way though, and I really counted on him to do so.

        I almost wondered if Daryl was going to surprise me with my own crossbow one day, once he knew I was a good enough shot. Maybe I could get one for my birthday or something, since he, Rick, Carl, and Harry refused to miss my birthday. My birthday was soon too, so I really hoped I'd get better, so Daryl could potentially get me a crossbow as a gift. I already had the gifts I wanted to give each of them, and Judith, for their birthdays, they just didn't know where the gifts were hidden.

        Our life in the prison was becoming practically perfect. Rick had gotten pigs and made his own garden as well to feed the people. He had Carl helping him, which Carl wasn't too happy about, but everything was looking up. I always worried that one day the Govenor would come back with a vengeance, but it seemed our lives were on track for now. Everything was going right for once, and we were all finally happy and living...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I will continue season 4 tomorrow. I might skip a few little things, but I promise it won't mess up the story. Also, I will not be switching up POVs when everyone is split up. You guys will be happy with whom I choose for her to leave with.

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