Life Goes On (The Walking Dead)

Chapter Three

I had no idea where we were going. I was simply following the two brothers and hoping for the best. We walked in silence, and to be honest, I was super uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable around men in general and Merle....well he definitely was not helping things, walking behind me, staring at my ass. But Daryl seemed friendly enough.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, we approached a small camp, an RV with a semi-circle of tents set up.

This surprised me.

"You have a group?" I aimed the question at Daryl, but it was Merle who answered.

"You bet your sweet ass we do"

I grimaced, not liking his reference to my body. I ignored it however as they both strolled into the camp. I followed tentatively, not knowing what to do. Merle strode off past the tents and down to what looked like a lake.

Daryl was walking over to a tent on the edge, a black one. I faltered, not knowing if I should follow or not.

As if he sensed my hesitation, Daryl turned back.

"You comin'?"

I quickly scrambled after him and entered the tent. It was quite spacious, but messy. Clothes were littered upon the tent floor, along with a long hunting knife, and a sleeping bag and pillow.

Daryl ducked his head down and mumbled something like sorry, I assumed about the mess.

"You can set yer stuff in here I guess" He offered.

I quickly shrugged off my backpack and then stood there waiting for him to say something else.

When he didn't, we stood awkwardly in silence.

"Ummm....Daryl?"

"Mmm?"

"Thanks for, um, taking me in. Ya didn't have to. And I,uh, appreciate it, alot"

"Wasn't nuthin' special. Anyone woulda done it"

"Thanks anyway"

He grunted and started to leave the tent when I noticed how filthy I was, my shirt drenched in blood.

"Hey, wait!"

He turned around to face me, a questioning look upon his face.

"My shirt is kinda disgusting and I dont have any other clothes. Could I maybe wear something of yours for now?" I was holding my breathe, I knew it. I had just met him and it was a stretch, but I really wanted a clean shirt, enough to appear needy and ask a stranger.

He shrugged and took off his sleeveless shirt, leaving him in a plain white tank top, and threw it to me. Startled, I barely caught it.

"When yer done changin' ya can come meet the group"

The group. I'd almost forgotten. Almost.

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Sorry my chapters are kinda short, but its late and I'm tired. Also, I obviously don't own Daryl, Merle, or any other AMC character. All the credit to them. Also, the plot will kind of loosely follow TWD for a little bit, but then I'll change it. Tell me what ya think :P