𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S2: Hunting Peter Rabbit

(Naomie)

This morning Mr. Grimes, and Shane took the boy Randall. They're gonna drop him off somewhere a while away so he at least has a chance. Beth's doing better now that Hershel is back but she still hasn't gotten out of bed, and not to long ago I heard Maggie screaming at her for something. I decided it was best to mind my business. Pop is helping Hershel with cattle or something, and Carl has found something to do with Jimmy and Glenn, which leaves me alone.

I'm sitting on top the RV kicking my feet back and forth as I wait for something to come to my mind. I thought being at the farm would cure my boredom but now that I don't have any friends to play with-minus Carl- I've become just as lonely as I was before the world ended. Back when it was just Pop, and I; back when Pop barley spoke to me unless he needed to.

I spent most of my time doing school work, Mom-mom had created for me before she died. Or I would read books, and color into my coloring books. Pop didn't do much either, other than sit on the couch and stare off into space. Sometimes the TV would be playing but his eyes wouldn't ever be on it. At the time I had truly believed he had died right along Mom-mom, but at the same time... so had I. It find it funny, the world begins to die yet Pop and I seemed to have done the opposite.

How silly.

"Hey, kid." I snap my head down to the side of the RV. Daryl is standing there carrying his bow on one shoulder. He uses one of his hands to block the sun.

"What happened to leave me be?" I ask turning away from him to look back at the sky.

"Ya still mad at me for that?"

Yes.

"Ya wanna learn to catch rabbit?"

I snap my head down to him quickly, my nose scrunching. "Why would I wanna catch a rabbit?"

"To eat it." 

"Ew."

"Ya already ate squirrel, what's the diff-."

"Bunnies are so much more adorable than squirrels." I argue lifting my legs up onto the RV. "How could you hurt peter like that?"

"So screw Chip, and Dale then?"

"Chip, and Dale are chipmunks not squirrels." I correct laughing at his mistake. "How could you not know that?"

"Ain't a kids cartoon type a person."

"Their classic movies made for everyone."

"Damn, kid ya wanna learn or not? I don't got all day sitting here arguing with you about some made of rodents." There's Mr. Grumpy pants. I roll my eyes moving to the ladder.

"Did Pop say-."

"Already asked."

"Okay, I guess so. Can't we catch squirrels instead though-"

"Lets go."

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"What if a walker shows up? I forgot to tell someone to take watch."

"Shh."

"How do you know the difference between a walker, or like a deer or something?" I ask crouching down behind a tree. Daryl doesn't take his eyes off the ground.

"Walkers drag they feet. Now hush it, ya scaring everything off."

I sit silently keeping an eye out on every side of us. I wouldn't want a walker to sneak up on us. Daryl doesn't seem even slightly concerned about that though.

"Hey why you all of a sudden wanna baby sit me? Thought you was tired of me bothering you so much?"

"I'm starting to regret asking." he whispers under his breath.