Daryl Dixon

The Barn

~Dakota's POV.~

I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door. I look out the window and can see the sunlight barely peeking in. I must've overslept. I sigh in frustration and force myself to get up from my very comfortable spot on the bed and open the door. It was Maggie. I could tell something was bothering her, she had this heaviness clouding over her. "Maggie?" She walks past me and plops herself on my bed, throwing her head in her hands with a huff. "Glenn knows about the barn- he told them. Daddy's gonna kick them off the farm because of me."

I closed the door to my room and sat down on the bed beside her, rubbing her back as an effort to help calm her down. "How is this because of you?" She throws herself back on my bed and wipes her face of the few straggling tears. "It's my fault. I messed around with Glenn when I shouldn't have. And now he knows." I adjust myself to criss-cross applesauce and lean back on my hands, facing my sister. "Maggie, there's nothin' wrong with you messing around with Glenn. Y'all are grown enough to make those decisions, and in this new world it's okay to want to have that, you deserve it." She smiled a bit but it fell again and she sat back up, not looking at me. "But what about, Daddy?" I sighed a bit and stood up from my spot on the bed, going to my dresser to pull out clothes.

"Just gonna have to talk to him." I turn back and offer her a small smile, in which she returns. "Now go do your chores. Let me change in peace before I have to start my day." She gets up to leave but stops and grins at me. I chuckle a bit at her expression, sending her a questioning look. "What were you doing up so late last night? You didn't come back inside till midnight." I threw the shirt in my hand at her face. "Get out!!" We both let out a laugh and she finally leaves my room. I go over to the door, locking it shut and picking up the shirt.

I walk downstairs, stopping at the bottom when I hear voices. "My wife's pregnant. That's either a gift here or a death sentence out there. If we were to stay we could help you." The rest was too muffled to hear, but Lori was pregnant and I definitely couldn't let my father send them away now. I hear a set of feet coming down the stairs behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Maggie, she stopped as well, listening in. "I thought about it." I'm brought back when I hear my daddy and Rick arguing. "Think about it." What came next took me by surprise. "I thought about it!!" It had been forever since I heard my daddy yell. He was a very soft spoken man, it's where Beth got it from. "Think about it again. We can't go out there." I see Rick walk out the house and soon our Daddy see's the two of us standing there. I hear Maggie sigh and turn away. I slowly walk towards my father.

"Ease dropping isn't polite." He says, turning around and sitting at the kitchen table. "I didn't mean to ease drop, daddy." He sighs, shaking his head slightly before looking back up at me. "What are your thoughts on this?" I blink a few times, shocked that he wanted my opinion on the situation. "I respect you. You're a religious man, daddy- sticking to what you believe and that is why I respect you. But I know how the world is, working in that hospital, I saw it all." I watch as he listens to my words carefully. "So you believe we shouldn't send these people away? And that we should kill those poor sick people in there?" I shake my head, leaning on the chair that was across from my father. "Their blood would be on our hands if we sent them out." He nods with a sigh and opens his bible.

It's been hours now. Maggie was able to talk to daddy as well, hoping to get through to him. Which we believe could have worked. He had taken Rick out, the only problem now is they haven't returned yet. I was making my way back up to the porch after finishing up feeding the horses. "Do you know what's going on?" I hear Andrea say. I glance behind me to see them walking up to the porch as well. "Where is everyone?" Glenn stands up from his spot on the steps beside Maggie. They were surely cute together. I'm glad they had made up. "You haven't seen Rick?" Andrea stops walking and puts her hands on her hips. "He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago." I hear a deep redneck accent. One that I was starting to enjoy and know too well. "Yeah you were. What the hell?" I turn around to see him walking up behind me with Carol tagging along. "Rick told us he was going out." Daryl stops walking when he reaches me.