TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

11. Hide And Seek.

Blake didn't have any of her things. Her favorite white dress, her crayons, her drawing of Daryl that she was going to show him. And also the bug book that Dale let her barrow. All of it was blown to bits.

She was standing out side, near the RV everyone else was standing outside, too. They were refueling. Daryl wasn't going to keep the truck, because it was out of fuel, and there wasn't enough to refill its tank. He was going to ride on Merle's motorcycle, instead.

"Can I ride with you still?" Blake asked as Daryl pulled up next to the RV.

"Nah." Daryl grumbled as he squinted his eyes. "It'll be too windy, 'nd you ain't got a jacket."

"I won't get cold." Blake insisted as she furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't want to be away from her uncle. She knew that even if they rode in separate vehicles, they'd be going to the same place, but she still wanted to ride with him. Also, because she'd never ridden on the motorcycle, before.

"No." Daryl said in a sterner tone. "You'll ride in the RV."

"But I won't-"

"Go." Daryl said, raising his eyebrows and nodding to the open RV door. It was odd, to Blake. Whenever Daryl was annoyed or angry with her he didn't resort to hitting. He would yell, or scold, but he never laid a finger on her, unlike George.

Blake huffed. She crossed her arms and went into the RV without another word, closing the door behind her. Dale started to drive of, not long after.

Shane was in the RV, which Blake hated, because she didn't like him, again. But at least Dale was there, along with Glenn, Andrea, and T-Dog.

She wished she was with Carl and Sophia in the other car, but there was no room. Now, she was just stuck with a bunch of adults.

As the truck drove down the familiar highway, Blake decided she wanted to talk to Dale. He was driving, and Glenn was in the passenger seat. She walked to the front of the RV and peaked over Dale's shoulder.

"Dale?" She asked.

"Blake? You need somethin' sweetie?" Dale asked kindly.

That's another thing- Blake wasn't very used to being called all these names like "hon", "sweetie", or "sweetheart". She thought maybe it was just a normal thing that parents called their kids, since Lori sometimes called her those names, too, but her own father never called her that. It was always just her first name. Or, if she was in trouble, her full legal name- "Blake Lee Dixon".

"Wanted to say sorry," Blake mumbled. "About yer book. I couldn't grab it, before we left the CDC. Now, it's all blown ta bits." She said as she leaned against the back of Dale's seat.

"Ahh, it's alright," Dale shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. "I'd rather it be that book in there, than you."

"So, you ain't mad?"

"Nah, I've got others."

Blake sighed. Good. She didn't have to worry about him being angry with her. Then again, he never was.

"Yeah. I think I read some of the others, but...that one was my favorite. Now it's gone." Blake said in a bit of a sad tone. "All my stuff is."

"You shouldn't worry, so much. You never know. We could come across something. Some clothes, a new book. Think of it as...a new beginning. You're starting over." Dale reassured.

"I guess so," Blake shrugged. She didn't want new clothes, or a new book. She wanted the ones she had. But could she do anything about that? No. "I'm gonna go sleep, so that I'm not bored. That's what my dad always told me ta do." She said.