𝙇𝘼 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼
Bonnie Everett's life was already hard, from balancing her four year old, an on and off boyfriend, to serving pancakes from nine to three and standing behind a bar from six to eleven. It didn't get any easier when she overturne...
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A SHOVE TO THE KNEE AND STRIKE TO THE HEAD. These two moves were engraved into Jackie's muscle memory. A small grunt passed his lips as he tore his hunting knife out of the walkers head and it fell with a thud on the rotting wooden floor.
Jackie wiped off his knife on his jeans, that already were littered in holes.
He continued to search the tiny abandoned barn, yet it had nothing.
To barn somewhat reminded him of the cabin he used to spend summers in. Jackie hated going to it, cause it meant no TV for the rest of the summer. But even if he hated going, he still loved that cabin. His dad taught him to swim there.
He entered the small bathroom, surprisingly it didn't reek as much as the rest of the house. His palm fell on the porcelain sink and for a moment, he hoped when he'd turn it on water would come out. With a screech he twisted the handle, but nothing came out, not one drop. Weak sigh left his lips. He hadn't drank anything for a while now. Jackie couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have the Sahara desert in his mouth, but now it was a reality.
Jackie looked up at the cracked mirror above the sink, he removed his baseball hat and scratched his head. His short curls, that his mom had cut yesterday, were doused in sweat and grime.
He put his cap back on and left the house.
He found Daryl sitting by a tree. It wasn't common that Daryl would let Jackie go off by himself, so confusion twisted onto his brow. "Where did you go off to?" He stood next to the seated man.
"Find anything?" Daryl grumbled, evading the question.
Jackie kicked at the dirt with his boot. "Just a walker. That place was dry."
"Hmph."
Jackie sat down next to him defeatedly. "I'm tired, Daryl."
When no answer came back, Jackie looked towards the man. Daryl's face was stained with tears, it was a sight Jackie had never seen.
With someone else Jackie would make fun of them, cause crying is for babies. Carl's words, not his. But this wasn't just someone, this was Daryl.
Jackie's temple connected with the cold leather of Daryl's west. Daryl didn't protest as Jackie put his head on his shoulder, he even seemed to welcome it.
With that, both of them sat in silence. Calming silence. Jackie was sure, that they both would never speak about this moment again.
Shoulder to shoulder, Jackie and Daryl exited the woods back to their group. It had been over a month since they began their way to DC.
Bonnie crossed her, from a far she checked over her son, her eyes searching for and signs of him getting hurt. She trusted Daryl, but every time he went out scavenging with the man her heart skipped a beat.
