Surviving The Undead: A Southsider's Tale (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Shut It Princess

Kims POV:
I woke up to the sound of everyone moving around and got my ass up and changed into a white jersey Glenn gave me and my leggings.

I brushed my teeth with the toothpaste i found in Jace's bag.

Trust him to be the prepared one.

I stepped out of the tent putting on my white converse and Sophias mom, who i learned was Carol, handed me a hairbrush because my hair was a mess.

I thanked her then walked over to Lip who was stood with an unfamiliar officer.

We spent the rest of the morning going over plans blah blah and then Jace piped up saying i'm not going.

Bold of him to say.

I laughed in his face, grabbed Smiley and jumped in the back of the van while flipping him the bird. He huffed and strutted to assist the old man who i also learned was Dale.

Daryl was next to get in but Officer Unknown and Lip seemed to be having a pretty intense conversation so i stood up, held on to Daryl's arm and swung my leg over Glenns shoulder and kicked the horn 3 times.

"Muévelo ahora!" (Move it now!)

I yelled and i could have sworn i heard Jace shout 'ENGLISH' but i wasn't certain but i'd be sure to beat his ass if he keeps up this act.

After waiting a further 5 minutes we eventually set off and i wasn't listening to the plan so i was sat here bored off my tits cleaning Smiley with and old rag Dale gave me with no idea what was happening.

I lent over to Daryl and asked him what was going on and he then explained his brother was left on a roof by Officer Friendly.

"Shit what did he do to deserve that dios mío." I shook my head and left the conversation there.

As we neared the destination the plan resurfaced and i was finally in the loop, from what i gathered we are looking for Daryl's asshole brother and a bag of guns. Daryl was slowly losing his patience as the guys took longer to get their shit together and move.

We got to a clothing department store and rushed up the stairs, Glenn broke the lock on the door leading to the rooftop and Daryl kicked it in, i'd give that kick at least an A for effort.

He then started screaming no no over and over and i saw his eyes welling up but he refrained from letting any of the tears fall and i couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.

We all walked out and the sight infront of us was enough to make Glenn pale and he let out a groan , i personally found that hilarious until i saw what in fact made him act that way and it was a severed hand.

A. Severed. Hand. Well shit i thought i'd seen it all but clearly i was missing a few things.

"Ho-ly shit!" I truly was amazed one had enough manhood to cut off his own hand, then again it reminded me of a tough bastard i knew back in the day, feed him a hammer and he crap out nails kinda guy.

Daryl gave me a disapproving look before pulling his crossbow on Officer Friendly and when he held the crossbow his arms flexed and i knew now wasn't the time so i let out a low whistle and he looked at me with a shit-eating smirk if that was even possible and i just smiled and waved at him.

He then walked over to Glenn and took a rag out of his bag.

Before he wrapped the hand up he held it up to get a look at it.

"Ain't that a bitch."

With that he put the hand in Glenn's bag and the poor soul looked an unhealthy shade of green.