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

The Hiltop

Ricks POV:

Daryl informed us of Kim's pain so we had her checked and everything was fine.

Jesus made us an offer to trade food and supplies with his place but i didn't trust it.

I gathered a small group to go check it out and Olivia insisted we make a checklist and go over it before we left.

I groaned internally and read out the list.

Daryl.
Lip.
Maggie.
Glenn.
Abraham.
Kim.

That name shouldn't be there.

"Kim what did i tell you." I sighed.

"I'm coming." She put her hands on her hips.

"No your not."

Her gaze changed and her eyes were piercing my soul.

"Ok fine!" I huffed.

"Brilliant." She sat back down.

Everyone was here so we set off.

Kim was in a world of her own and began laughing to herself.

"What's funny Keeks?" I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Lip remember that time i went into that cremation place and asked if they take walk ins." She laughed again.

"Yeah i do the man was shocked and we got kicked out." Lip chucked.

"I'm sorry you walked into a cremation centre and asked if they take walk ins?" I said.

"Yeah i was off my head i haven't been that drunk in a while." She snorted.

I shook my head.

We had come up to large gates and got stuck on mud.

"Doesn't matter we're here." Jesus said.

Kim's POV:

Daryl helped me out the van and we walked in.

Some old man walked out in a suit and looked us all up and down.

"I know he did not look me up and down." I whispered to Abraham.

He snorted.

The man who was addressed as Gregory went on some next rant of how we needed to be clean and me and him had a little argument.

"I am clean you stupid old man."

"Well your friends aren't."

"Tough shit we came here to make a deal and we are gonna make it and we are making it now." I kissed my teeth and left the room and sent Maggie in.

"What has gotten into you lately sweetheart?" Abraham chucked.

"Well due to personal reasons i'll be turning things up a fucking notch." I said while paving.

He chuckled.

"Kim your pacing and this ain't some fucking panic room please sit down." Lip said.

"Any room will be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second." I said through gritted teeth.

Everyone laughed and Daryl took me into a room upstairs to calm down.

"What's the matter darlin?" He asked while holding my face.

I broke down.

"The baby." I looked down.

"What's wrong the baby?" He asked.