Surviving the Apocalypse

Episode 6

UPDATE: I have done some math and decided that this story will be in two parts. This book will include Season 1 to Season 6. The second book will include Season 6 to Season 11. Also I will be making two 'mini seasons' for the 30 day time jump between Season 3 and 4, as well as the 6 year time jump in Season 9. If I continue with the spin offs, I will create a third book, rather than continuing in either of these. Each book will (should) have 120 chapters/ pages. 

         Sleep wasn't easy to come by in the world they live in now, which is why Daryl was the first, out of the dogpile, to wake up. A small hand had smacked his cheek, causing him to flinch awake. Charlotte had rolled over and accidentally hit him, but sleep had already evaded his mind.

He looked over the little girl, seeing Carl leaning back against Oliver, who was on his stomach. Nathan had rolled during the night until he was facing the wall, his forehead resting against the concrete lightly. Daryl stretched before carefully removing himself from the mattress.

A quick glance at Nathan's watch let him know that it was time to get up anyway, so he leaned down beside Charlotte. The little girl stirred momentarily when he placed his hand on her shoulder, but refused to wake up.

"Charlotte," Daryl said, shaking the bony shoulder, "wake up, girl." He watched as her eyelids fluttered, opening to reveal her light green eyes.

"Hmm mornin' Dare." She mumbled, still half asleep even as she sat up. Her hair was sticking up in every direction and her shirt was crinkled up over her belly.

Daryl returned the sentiment, peering down at the little girl as she yawned loudly, her small arms reaching so high that she lost her balance. He held out his hand, letting her grab hold so he could assist her out of the bundle of blankets.

"Wanna help me wake them up?" Daryl asked, 'whispering' their plan so they could sneak attack.

Charlotte agreed happily, a bounce in her step as Daryl led her over to Nathan and Oliver. They were leaving Carl for last, since everything that happened the day before. She crawled onto the mattress, getting between the two teens so she could wake up Oliver.

"Oli, Oli, wake up." She sang in the boy's ear, causing him to twitch in his sleep. Daryl was reaching down to carefully shake Nathan awake, trying to hold in his snickers at the little girl.

"What?" Oliver grumbled, picking his head up to look at the girl. He was met with a big grin, matching the set of mischievous green eyes.

"It's time to wake up." Charlotte giggled at his messy hair and red creased cheek. Oliver groaned, stretching out and disturbing Carl.

Nathan was sitting up behind Charlotte, rubbing his tired eyes when Carl popped his eyes open. The boy looked around for a moment, realizing where he was and then relaxed. Daryl let them all wake up completely, before herding them downstairs to eat.

          Breakfast was oatmeal, something Daryl wasn't too fond of but knew better than to complain. They couldn't afford to be picky eaters nowadays, and Daryl had learned how to stomach nasty foods way before the world ended.

He was sitting on the metal staircase with Oliver and Charlotte, looking over at his family. Oscar, one of the prisoners, was standing against the railing next to the boys. Nathan was sat next to Carl and his uncle Hershel, Elodie sitting across from him. Beth was sandwiched between the woman and her sister, Glenn perched next to the brunette.

Daryl kept a close eye on Carl, who had been silent since he woke up. Charlotte was staring Beth down, wanting to get closer to the baby, but Daryl had warned her to be careful. Daryl had to nudge her a few times for her to remember to eat.