There is no cure (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 24

"Please, Daryl," I whined. The snow hovered over the grass, as it trickled over us. 

"Ask Merle," he groaned. I trailed behind him, as I looked quietly for some type of animal. 

"But Merle isn't here," I whisper. He turns to face me, and crouches down. My hair flies all over, as the harsh wind blows on our cold skin. He sighs, and grabs the rubber band from my arm, and puts the tangled mop of light brown, blonde hair in a pony tail. 

"Strange that your hair isn't dark, like ours," he mumbles. 

"Daryl! I just want to know what mommy was like," I pout stomping my foot into the snow. After pulling my hair into a ponytail he sits on the floor in defeat. I happily plop down in front of him. My eyes wide open in curiosity. 

"She worked at the diner down the street," he starts off. A toothy smile appears on my face, as I remember Daryl bringing me there for chocolate pancakes, and ice cream. 

"She would come home smelling like fries, and smoke," he mumbles the smoke part, but I ignore it. Smoke is gross, and burns my nose. Daddy smokes a lot, and drinks a lot too. 

"She had brown hair, like me, and your eyes. She was tall, and slim. At least till she had you, and she was very pregnant," he smiles. A real smile on his face, and that makes my grin wider. 

"Can we see her?" I ask. He looks back at the house, and nods. He takes my hand, and makes his way to the big stone in the middle of the trees. A blanket of snow is covered over her stone wall. I brush it off with my cold hands, and sit down in front of it. 

"Daryl!" I hear the loud voice of my brother, Merle. I stand to my feet, and watch, as he jogs over to us.

"Knew she would talk you into it," he smirks. "That little girl sure knows how to get what she wants," he chuckles. 

"You tell her how our mommy was just some big—" 

"She worked at the diner Daryl and you always take me too, Merle! She was tall and slim, and she had hair like Daryl, and eyes like me! Was she nice? Did she cook breakfast every morning, and tuck us in bed every night?" My eyes were open wide, as I looked at my brothers. I'm sure she did all that stuff. She was our mom. 

"Of course-"

"You gonna lie to our sister, little brother?" Merle says rudely. 

"Merle-"

"Lil' darlin'. Mama was just some drunk that burned our house down. She didn't tuck us in, or cook breakfast. She would drink, and smoke just like our daddy does," Merle says.  I sit on the soft snow, and lie there looking at the sky. Mommy was just like daddy? I sighed. Was that just because they were boys? Would she have been different if she knew I was a girl? I turn my head to her grave, and sigh. My brothers just stare at me, and whisper angrily to each other. Why was everybody so angry? The trees swayed, as the clouds formed into unique shapes, and the sky was such a beautiful blue. 

"Mary Anne Dixon," Merle said. 

"Merle Dixon," I say back with just as much venom. 

"You can not just lay there all day. Get up," he demanded. I sit up.

"You could have just asked, Merle," I roll my eyes, and stand to my feet. I glance at the grave one last time. Mommy was just like daddy? No one could be just as mean as daddy. 

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Short chapter! This was a flash back when Mary was younger... just in case yall didn't know :D