Delilah Dixon starts off the apocalypse with her two older brothers. Merle and Daryl. Her and her brothers were known as the red-neck trash in the group, but Shane Walsh saw something else in her.
What if Shane Walsh didn't die?
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Delilah left with Rick, Carol, and Daryl out on a 'shooting' mission. Carol played a character, she played the poor woman game and could get away with it. They trekked through the trees to an abandoned house a little ways away from the walls. They watched as Rick opened a container in the ruble around the house and threw it down once he saw it was empty. The gun he planted was gone, there was someone watching them. Rick executed a whole plan during the party Deanna was throwing later that night. They needed some sort of safety. A plan to steal some guns was just what they needed.
"So, What do you think?" Rick asked his small group for their opinion on the plan.
"Go in when It's empty." Carol shrugged, looking amongst them.
"How is that it's locked at night?" Rick asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"The window . There's a latch. I can leave it open."
"What if someone closes it?" Delilah questioned their other options.
"We can wait a few more days then leave it open again." Carol answered, making a plan B.
"We need to do it sooner or later. Right now, they aren't watching us. Not worrying about meeting like this. We may need the guns. We may not." Rick determined, their options limited.
"We will." Delilah stated making Daryl nod at her comment.
"They're the luckiest damn people i have ever met. And they just keep getting luckier." Rick commented making them furrow their brows.
"Why's that?" Daryl asked the Grimes.
"We're here now." Rick pointed out sarcastically.
"They've got a couple of foot lockers just full of nine millimeter autos, rugers, kel-tecs. Just tossed in there, they don't use them. They're never going to know their gone." Carol tells them what in the armory when she was in there.
"Well they've got one now, right?" Daryl pointed at the empty container they fond without a gun in it.
"Listen, the others, we want them to try. So we keep this quiet." Rick posted making everyone agree with him. A walker stumbled out of the trees making the small group jump into action. Daryl raises his crossbow before Carol stops him. She shot a few rounds into its chest before shooting it in the head. "We said we were out shooting. I couldn't go back with an full mag." Carol shrugged.
"Lucky he came by." Delilah gave her a smile. Daryl furrowed his brows at the walker on the ground. "What is it?" Delilah asked her brother, leaning forward. "Is that a W?" He asked, signaling the group to look. Delilah looked down at the walker with everyone else. There was a W carved on its forehead.
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As the sun went down the party was approaching. Something Delilah didn't want to go to in the first place. Rick insisted they all go make an appearance and she knew that was the right thing to do. The only parties she has ever been to was drinking hard liquor with her brothers in some old house with friends, she never considered them parties. This party was a welcome party just for them.
