They didn't leave for another hour or two, so I went to check in on Daryl.
"Hey, how was hunting? Anything hurt?" I asked him. He glared at me. "Oh, don't glare at me like that," I told him playfully, he rolled his eyes and looked at the bolt he was sharpening.
I scanned his body, landing on a gash on his bicep. I frowned and sat down next to him gently grabbing his arm. Daryl pulled his arm away from me.
"Leave me alone woman," he snapped.
"Don't be sexist. Just give me your arm," I snapped back at him grabbing his arm again, this time he didn't pull away. I sigh looking at the gash, didn't look deep enough to need stitches. "I'll be right back, you stay here. I mean it Daryl Dixon," I said as I started walking to my tent to get my first-aid kit. Daryl did walk away from me one time and I dragged his ass back to where I told him to say, Merle was laughing the entire time, and Daryl just pouted the whole time I was cleaning up his forearm.
"How does she do it?" I heard Rick whisper to Dale.
"I don't know, I think it was her checking up on him before and after every time he went hunting, she does it for everyone, but I think that was how she got him so soft with her," Dale answered, I shook my head at them and continued to walk to my tent. Daryl isn't soft with me, right?
"Hey look, you listened to me this time," I tease Daryl as I walk up to him. I sit back down next to him and get the alcohol wipes from my kit. He hisses as the wipe pressed to the gash. "I don't agree with Rick, he shouldn't have done that, and trust me, I would have reacted the same way. I still might." I say, he doesn't look at me, pretending not to listen, but still tilts his head towards me when I pause, I smile softly at him when our eyes meet, and he looks the other way, almost bashfully, like he got caught doing something he shouldn't have.
I look back at his arm and get the gauze, "Shane told me Rick was dead, and I am so close to beating the shit outta him and my cheating bitch of a sister-in-law," I scoff.
"You're a little firecracker ain't ya?" Daryl said under his breath, hoping I didn't hear, I heard anyways and laughed a little.
"Ain't the first time I've been called that, along with, little ball of fire, little ball of rage, uhm... what else, oh, feisty bitch, that one uhm..." I trail off, "that one would be used by my ex-boyfriend, he was a real dick, if you couldn't tell," I stop rambling. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from, you didn't need to know that..." Daryl just looks at me, little to no emotion on his face, I am the one to break eye contact this time and look at the bandage that I finished a while ago and yanked my hands away from him. "Anyways, uhm, be careful in Atlanta, and don't let my brother bully ya, I'll be waiting for you guys." I look back at his blue eyes, this time it's him that looks away first. He nodded his head and I slowly and awkwardly walked away from him.
I was sitting by the fire pit again, still in hearing range of everyone, but I must have been dozing, because I jerked awake looking around, the echoing sounds of Walkers fading from my ears.
"Well, look, I..." Shane said not too far from me. "I don't, okay, Rick? So could you just... Could you throw me a bone here, man? Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon," Shane continued.
"Hey, choose your words more carefully," Daryl snapped.
"No, I did, Douche bag's what I meant," Shane told Daryl.
"Then choose them even better officer Dipshit," I spoke up from where I was sitting.
"Why do you stick up for people like him? I've never understood it," Shane says, shaking his head at me.
"Because people like that are almost aways hurting the most," I say. After a moment Shane looks back to Rick.
"Merle Dixon wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst," Shane continued, I sigh and close my eyes, dozing off again. A honk woke me back up.
"Come on, let's go!" Daryl yells, I groan, rubbing my eyes, but I stand up anyways and go over to the box truck.
"Hey, Daryl, I know you're pissed, but could you do it a little quieter?" I asked him, not expecting anything to come of it. Daryl doesn't say anything. I watch as Shane hands Rick a few bullets.
"I tell this to everyone that leaves, be careful, if you don't come back, I will come find you, and I don't care what anyone says, but you aren't dead until I see your dead body for my own eyes, so don't die, got it?" I told Rick as he walked up to me. He chuckles at me and gives me a hug.
"I won't worry Abbs," he says and gets into the truck.
"T-Dog, Glenn, you too, don't you die on me," I shout at them, and they laugh, telling me that they won't. "Promise?" I yell back, they made the promise and got in the back of the box car, and they were off!
I walk down to the quarry trying to get some dirt off my face, and to wake myself up a little bit. I stayed down there and soon enough I wasn't alone, Andrea, Carol, Jacqui, and Amy, show up with laundry, and I join in laundry duty.
After a while, Carl and Shane walked down and started 'catching frogs' more like playing in the water.
"I'm beginning to question the division of labor here," Jacqui says in distain. Andrea nods her head.
"Can someone explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?" Jacqui asked.
"Oh, but didn't you hear Jacqui, the world ended, so all the feminism flew out the window," I joked shanking my head.
"It's just the way it is," Carol mutters under her breath. I frown at her and something behind her catches my eye. Ed, standing there watching us with carful eyes. No, not us, Carol. I frown at him, I wish I could help her, but she's got to be ready to get out, and when she is I will be there for her. Every step of the way.
"I miss my Maytag," Carol sighs a few minutes later.
"I miss my Benz, my sat nav," Andrea replies.
"I miss my work, oddly enough, miss all the teenagers that would come in and out," I say looking down at the laundry I was doing.
"I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, Honey," Jacqui practically moans out.
"My computer... and texting," Amy said, I agreed with her, I missed my computer too.
"I miss my vibrator," Andrea says after a second of hesitation, we all start giggling.
"Me too," Carol whispers, and that's when everything went from giggling to flat out laughing.
"What's so funny?" We heard Ed say.
"Just swapping war stories, Ed," Andrea told him. He doesn't seem to like that answer and starts walking up behind us.
"You got a problem Ed?" I ask him as I glared up at him from my spot on the ground.
"Nothin' that concerns you, and you ought tofocus on your work, this ain't no comedy club," Ed said looking at Carol. Hestayed there for a few minutes standing over
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