Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

64

It had been two Weeks Since the garbage people incident, But it had felt like years for kit. It was the first time she felt no remorse for killing, which should have alarmed her, but it didn't. Instead, it severely worried her family to the point Rick and Daryl never let her out of their Sight anymore.

But it wasn't all bad. Since then, Negan had even backed off. Instead sending a radio with the request kit, and Jody each give him 10 Minutes each day. That did nothing to calm Rick and Daryl's possessive nature over kit, though, by taking the initiative to give her Prominent marks. Daryl's personal favorite being his perfect dental match of a bite mark on her right butt cheek that has yet to completely fade away yet.

A couple of days earlier, they had celebrated Jody's 17th Birthday where with the help of Ben, who was as they found out was his Boyfriend, and Jody was gay; all three parents took the news easily and fully accepted it, and Ben, along with his kid brother Henry whom he was raising on his own. Carl was supporting, of course, after Stating he was glad for the lack of competition now, given the lack of teenage girls in the world. And Merle, well, he took a day to fully accept the news. It had only been a year roughly since kit began harshly changing his views, But he loved his nephew. So when he gave his approval of support loudly for anyone to hear without a nudge from kit. Well, needless to say, there were a lot of proud people that day.

The following days were hard, however, with everyone having to go farther and farther for food and more guns. Hardly ever finding anything, not even a can. Which is why after a call to notifying negan of her future absence, she found herself, rick, and Daryl in a white box van that seemed to permanently smell of nightly sex for three days now.

Kit sipped her black tea; her eyes closed, enjoying the morning silence. Small sounds came from Daryl as he fiddled with the new crossbow and light snores from rick as he slept. Morning in the woods had always been her favorite, even as a little girl. It brought her the kind of peace that no matter what was going on in her life, even with all the chaos, she could find a deep calm within herself.

Rick groaned as he sat up, Scooting to sit next to kit in the van's ajar doorway. "morning," he mumbled, kissing her bare shoulder, his left hand ghosting the sliver of skin on her lower back. Kit's eyes opened, Sharing a humored glance with Daryl, who huffed a laugh and shook his head. She turned her head to look at rick with a small smile, his tired blue eyes still just looking at her, not completely awake yet; it made her heart melt at the sight.

She hummed, handing him her tea which was the best they could do for caffeine at the moment. "Wake up, sunshine, we got work to do," she cooed, standing and stretching; rick practically slurped up the black tea.

"Get an idea of where to scout next?" Kit asked Daryl as she picked up her backpack from the ground and slid the straps on.

"I figure we head west. On the map, it looked like a school, couple houses. This far out, they're bound to have somethin." Rick nodded in agreement, standing.

They traveled a mile on foot till they reached the fences just outside the high school, dirty sheets and tarps barely hanging on in most places along the fence. The rest was either shredded or just not there anymore. All three approached the fence cautiously, rick banging the butt of his ax on the fence post. The clash of the two metals making a loud clang. Only one walker staggered to them from a hidden spot, sporting a digital camo military uniform and a rifle strapped to his back.

"Its guns like that. That's why we're out here." Rick said as he and kit watched Daryl stab it in the eye through the chain-link fence.

"Well, we can only hope there is more," kit mumbled, walking over to a section of fence that was open, more like knocked down.