FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

5 ➳ LASAGNA

THE move up to Alexandria from the Hilltop was harder than I ever imagined it would be.

I came back with the mission of being apart of this new community and Rick's immediate group of misfits. Apparently, he was given the mission of going in and killing Negan – and the rest of the Saviors, for that matter. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't about to question it, either. I had to change immediately or Negan would recognize me.

As soon as we entered the gates of Alexandria, Rick was there first to talk to me. "You'll need a place to stay while you're here," he instructed as I took a moment to gaze around this huge place. It's poetically beautiful in a world of mayhem. "I'll ask around for anyone looking for a roommate. In the meantime, however, I want you staying with Daryl at his place. He won't mind because I've already talked to him." Rick pointed at a white house only two houses from us now. "That's his place, if you want to go ahead and get comfortable in there. I'll introduce you to everyone else later."

I squinted my eyes together and leaned in a little. "Daryl?"

Rick cracked a grin and took a moment to point over at Daryl, who was talking to a few people that I didn't recognize from before. "Yeah, the redneck," Rick tried reminding me. I knew who he was, just was in shock, that's all. Nevertheless, Rick patted me on the back gently and said, "Don't worry. You'll fit in just fine here. Right now, I have to go talk to the rest of the community here. We're gearing up for war and, although not everybody at the Hilltop agree, I still really hope that you join us in this."

I gulped, but managed to nod, too, looking up at Rick for a second. Then, he whispered to me, "Think about it. Okay?" With that said, I nodded again and watched as he floated away, heading towards the church within these fences.

The rest of his community followed after him while I was seemingly left all alone. I took my things and began to walk over to Daryl's house, struggling because of my latest injury to my lower back. The streets were really empty now and the place looked almost abandoned now.

It's depressing, really. I thought that I would be happy being away from the Hilltop, but I didn't just realize how much I would miss my brother. This was going to be my home away from home for now on, I guess.

Going up the stairs, I used the railing to help myself up and was now on the long porch. It was so big and amazing. I placed my hand around the knob and tried to open it, but not to any avail. It's locked. Damn.

I sighed and placed my things beside the door and my head falls backwards as I stomped my feet like a spoiled child. This is so not my day. Or week, for that matter. I need to get in and lay down somewhere. I'll just go to sleep when I get inside. If I do, that is.

"Really, Daryl?" I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes. I'm almost a hundred and ten percent sure that I am so over this place as a whole already.

I'm pretty sure it's only because Daryl is a very secure person, who wants all his things under lock-and-key. I understand. I get it. Yet, after the day I've had, I could really be inside of that house right now... Asleep.

Nevertheless, I bent down and look under the mat. No key there. Damn, I mentally cursed the situation in my head. I stood back up and took a moment to think about it. If he had a spare, where would he put it? C'mon, Tess, I thought to myself, holding my chin in deep thought. Before the world ended... Where did people put their spares?

I glanced up at the porch light as it had a roof to it. That's it! It has to be! I reached up and felt for something in key-form and that's where I found it. I held the small key in between my fingers and grinned evilly down at it. "Thanks, Dixon."