DISCONTINUED! REWRITE IN MAKING!
book two of 'teen pregnancy'
open to read more about auroras journey in the apocalypse with being a teen mother and handling other difficult tasks
𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝟯(𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝟱-𝟭𝟲)-𝟰
𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰 𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝗿�...
Rory gripped Daryls hand as they walked up to the building. "Looks like we're getting closer." They approach a brick building.
"The building we want is just up ahead." Rory's stomach did flips as they approached. Daryl, as always, went in first, seeing if it was safe.
"Come on, come on. Move, move." Daryl rushed them. Rory rolled her eyes a little quickening her pace.
They entered a room full of cages. Rory started to look through the room, grabbing anything that they could use before moving on.
"Anything with ending with —cillin or —cin, c-i-n, grab it." Bob orders, Rory looks through the medicine doing what she's told. "We'll dissolve the pills in the IVs, put 'em right into the bloodstream. Dosage will be tricky but considering the time we lost... " he trails off, going to put his handful of medicines in a bag.
"How'd you do?" Rory questions, piling meds into her bag as Daryl and Tyreese walk back in.
"Bags, tubes, clamps, connectors. Everything on the list." Tyreese answers.
"What about y'all?" Daryl asks.
"Yeah, we got it all." Bob answers.
"Yeah, we're good." Michonne nods.
"All right, let's roll." Daryl grabs Rorys hand, dragging her behind him. They walk through the hallways, following the signs to the exit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Daryl says softly, stopping the group. Looking through a broken door they could see walkers.
The group silently ran away, turning into a different room. She squinted her eyes slightly trying to get them to adjust.
"Hey doors busted." Bob informs them. Daryl and Tyreese go to help him get it closed while Rory and Michonne try to find a way out.
"There." She points to a door. Rory jumps a little as a walkers goes for Tyreese. He hits it in the face with his hammer.
Rory gets to the door first, grabbing at the chain. It pushes out when walkers press against it, putting their fingers through the gaps.
"How many?" Daryl asks.
"Can't tell." Rory huffs. She turns her head to see walkers coming through the door they barricaded.
"We can take 'em." Tyreese says.
"No! They're infected. Same as at the prison." Rory sends the man a little glare as he yells into her ear. "We fire at 'em, get their blood on us' breathe it in. We didn't come all this way to get sick."
"How do we know the ones in there aren't any different?" Rory asks.
"We don't."
"Well, it's gotta chance sometime." Daryl says, clearly frustrated with the situation. He grabs at a chair, ripping the leg off of it.
He was gonna take the chains off. Rory readied her weapon.
"Ready?" Daryl asked. Rory nodded and he took the chains off. Only three walkers piled out, which they killed quickly.
She ran through the doors, making sure they had everyone before slamming them shut. They continued on their way, trying to figure a way out.
"There, just break the window!" Rory says, it was only a couple of feet off the ground from where they were. They could easily break it and get out.
"Get down!" Rory ducks as Tyreese throws a fire extinguisher the window. Daryl helped Michonne and Rory through the window first. She jumped over to the little ledge to get off.
She watched as Bob jumped over, loosing his footing and falling. His bag went over the edge and zombies swarmed him, grabbing at it.
"Bob! Let go! Come on man!" Rory trying to keep the man from falling in. He finally got it away, ripping it back. Rory let out an 'oof' as the bag made contact with her stomach. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around it.
The sound of bottles clacking together made her forget about the little pain settling in the hit spot.
She ripped it open seeing bottles of whiskey. Anger filled her body, he had no meds.
"You got no meds in your bag?" Daryl questioned, grabbing a bottle. "Just this?" Rory still stood by the face that people should treat themselves when they get the chanceyes, but on a medicine run? When people are back at the prison dying?
That was just fucked up.
"You should have kept walking that day." Daryl scoffed. He went to throw the bottle over the edge.
"Don't." Rorys eyes widened as Bob placed a hand over his gun.
She watches as he walks up to man, pushing himself against him to assert dominance. Rory bit her lip slightly, it had been a little while since her and Daryl had sex. A little while as in like a day and half.
"It's not worth it, Daryl. Just let it go." Rory rolled her eyes, grabbing the alcohol beverage and putting it back into the bag. She walked over to the man shoving it into his stomach.
"I didn't want to hurt nobody. It was just for when it gets quiet."
"Take one sip before those meds get in our people, I will beat your ass into the ground." Rory sighed a little, following after Daryl so she could get off the platform.
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"That's where I was traveling, Highway 100." Rory sat on Daryls lap, his feet up on the dash and hers out the door. He had his arms wrapped around her, looking at the stone he had found.
She buried her head into the crook of his neck. "Daryl?" She asked quietly, he let out a 'hmm' sound so she continued. "I love you so much, thank you for giving me a chance." She whispered to him.
"I love you too, Rory. Thank you for giving me a chance." He said back, putting the stone back in pocket and holding her close to him.
"Taking highway 100." Tyreese said.
"We heard." Daryl said back. Michonne got into the drivers seat and Rory moved herself so she was facing her and so Daryl could close the door.
"You were right, what you said before. About the trail going cold. I don't need to go out anymore." She said, making Rory smile.
"Really!" She said excitedly, Michonne was definitely a good friend of hers. Plus the twins loved her to death. She was their auntie Chonne.
"Good." Was all Daryl said, slamming the car door shut. Rory played with a string on Daryls shirt as they drove out of the parking lot.
When they got back it was dark, but the group inside wasted no time grabbing their bags and waiting for the car to stop so they could go.
"Get in there. We got this!" Daryl tells Tyreese, who ran to his sister.
"You're ok?" Rory asked Rick, pulling him into a hug.
"Fine, just fine." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her.
"You go with him, I'll be fine." Daryl tells her and she nods, walking away with her brother.
