(𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 into the house to see that it was wreck, but something told Devin that it was in that shape long before the dead started to walk.
Beth and Devin walked over and sat down at the small kitchen table. Daryl grabbed two cups and poured some moodshine into them. "That's a real first drink right there. You ever had moonshine before, Devvy?" He asked, handing her her glass.
Devin shook her head. "No, my dad had some at our family gathering's but that was the one drink us kids weren't aloud to have a sip of."
"What's the matter?" Daryl asked noticing Beth not take a drink.
Devin watched the two as she downsled what was in her cup. She coughed, regretting drinking it so fast since it burned her throat whole lot.
"Nothing." Beth told him. "It's just... My dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."
"Ain't nothing worth seeing out there anymore anyway." Daryl shrugged, shaking his head.
Beth hesitantly took a drink. Her face twisted up and she shook her head. "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted."
Devin chuckled grabbing up the jar to pour her some more but Daryl took it from her. "Slow down." He warned.
"I'm am adult, Daryl. I can take care of myself." The girl told him as she took the jar back from him.
"You ain't no adult." Daryl told her, shaking his head.
"I'm eighteen." Devin shot back and held her glass out to him. "Wanna drink?"
"No, I'm good." Daryl turned her down.
"Why?" Beth asked, titling her head.
"Someone got to keep watch." Daryl responded.
"Suit yourself." Devinn muttered drinking the moonshine. "So... Are you our chaperone now?" She raised an eyebrow, as she looked up at the man.
"Just drink lots of water. Both of you." Daryl told the two as he walked away.
"Yes, Mr. Dixon." The two said, rolling their eyes.
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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐀 ashtray and she chuckled.
"Who'd go into a store and walk out with this?" She asked, amused.
Devin saw it and doubled over laughing, it was safe to say she was a bit tipsy.
"My dad, that's who. Oh, he's a dumbass. He'd set those up on top of the TV set, use them as target practice." Daryl said looking down at the blonde.
"He shot things inside your house?" Beth asked, shocked.
"It was just a bunch of junk anyway. That's how I knew what this place was. That shed out there, my dad had a place just like this. You got your dumpster chair." Daryl pointed to a chair. "That's for sitting in and your drawers all summer drinking."
"Got your fancy buckets. That's for spitting chaw in after your old lady tells you to stop smoking." Daryl picked up a newspaper. "Got your internet."
Devin stumbled over to a pile of blankets in the floor and sat down as a walker started to growl outside.
Daryl looked out the window to see one single walker. "It's just one of 'em." He stated.
"Should we get it?" Beth asked standing up.
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Gone|TWD³
FanfictionWhat they once had was gone. The prison fell and everyone was separated. Devin got out with Daryl and Beth and in her mind she can't help but think they're the only ones who made it. she only hopes that she's wrong. book 3 of the Devin Philips serie...
