𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 never knew what it was like to have a good family. His dad was just another abusive ass, his oldest b...
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, Carl was out of bed and Daryl moved to his tent. Dean was getting bored of hanging out with Daryl so he was glad that Carl was up and moving. It was early in the morning and he was currently with Carl and Lori at the chicken coops, feeding the chicks.
"Don't look so worried." Carl told his mother.
"It's my job." Lori said, glancing up at him.
"No, it's not. You're a housewife." Carl told her and Dean laughed.
Lori's jaw dropped and she threw corn at the boys. "Yeah, punk? You two think that's funny?" She laughed herself. "Either of you see my house around here?" Lori shook her head "a housewife."
Dean looked down at the baby chicks and frowned "they ain't got a mother" he pointed out.
"She might be somewhere else." Lori suggested, shrugging her shoulders.
"Maybe she got eaten." Carl shrugged, Dean and Lori both looked at him slightly shocked. It was definitely a possibility.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 for shooting practice. Carl tried to get Dean to come along but the Dixon boy seen no point in going since he already knew how to shoot.
Since Carl was gone Dean had nothing to do and no one to talk to so he just walked around the farm. He stopped seeing Hershel over by the stables doing something. The boy sighed and slowly walked over. "Hershel?" The boy slowly asked.
The old man stopped what he's doing and looked over his shoulder at the boy. "Yes?"
Dean took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd like to apologize for my brother stealing your horse. He had good intentions."
Hershel nodded and turned to fully face the boy. "Do you make it a habit to clean up your brother's messes?" He asked, lifting his brows.
Dean scoffed and shrugged. "I don't try to. Just sometimes people get mad at my brothers and when that happens it usually end up in someone going to jail, getting beat up or being killed. Of course that's not the case here... I don't think."
Hershel shook his head. "I patched your brother up. I'm not going to beat him up or... kill him."
Dean nodded looking at the ground. "Yeah, that's great. If he were Merle you would probably say differently."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, Dean sat on the ground beside Daryl's chair eating some eggs that Carol had made. The group all sat in silence either eating or doing some other odd thing.
Glenn sat a by a tree and looked over towards the house where Maggie was standing on the porch. The woman shook her head glareing at him. Glenn turned his head to look at Dale, the old man gave him a nod.
Glenn nodded to himself and stood up. He walked to the center of the group and cleared his throat. "Um, Guys. So... The barn is full of walkers." He announced.
The group looked at him with a mixture of shock and worry. Before quickly finishing what they were doing and heading to the barn.
The inside of the barn was full of walkers mindlessly staggeringly around the open space. Shane peeked through the gap in the doors to look at the walkers. The others stand a few feet behind him watching.
Shane walked away from the barn and headed over to Rick. "You cannot tell me you're all right with this." The angry man brushed past his best friend.
"No I'm not, but we're guests here. This isn't our land." Rick calmly told him.
"This is our lives!" Shane shouted.
"Lower your voice." Glenn worriedly told Shane.
"We can't just sweep this under the rug." Andrea shook her head.
"It ain't right. Not remotely." T-dog said crossing his arms.
"Okay, we've either got to go in there, we've got to make things right or we've just got to go." Shane told Rick, putting his hat back on his head. "We've been talking about Fort Benning for a long time."
"We can't go." Rick sternly shook his head.
"Why, Rick? Why?" Shane questioned.
"Because my daughter is still out there." Carol softly spoke up.
"Okay." Shane scoffed, putting his hands over his face. He then took them off. "Okay I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."
"We're not leaving Sophia behind." Rick firmly told the man.
"I'm close to finding this girl." Daryl angrily piped in. "I just found her damn doll two days ago."
"You found her doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll." Shane told him.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about." Daryl raised his voice, stepping closer to Shane. Rick held his arm out stopping Daryl from getting any closer.
"I'm just saying what needs to be said!" Shane yelled. "You get a good lead, it's in the first forty-eight hours."
"Shane, stop." Rick tried to get Shane to shut up.
"Let me tell you something else, man. If she was alive out there and saw you coming all methed out with your Buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction." Shane pointed at Daryl.
Daryl went to attack him but Rick got in the middle. Dean scoffed rolling his eyes. "So it's gonna be one of those days." He mumbled to himself.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 at the table in camp. He silently watched as Lori helped Carl with school. "Does Shane think Sophia's dead?" Carl asked all of a sudden.
Lori thought for a minute and looked between the two boys. "Shane's just scared."
"Of the walkers in the barn." Dean said, tilting his head.
Lori nodded. "yeah."
The three fell quiet for a few minutes before Carl started to talk again. "Mom, I'm not leaving until we find Sophia. And I don't want to go even after that."
Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me neither."
"Well, we're not leaving, boys. You finish those problems." Lori told Carl.
"I just think she—she's gonna like it here. This place it could be a home."
