It had been a few days, and Blake was slowly but surely getting used to the prison. She was outside in the prison yard with Rick, Daryl, Carol, and T-Dog as they figured out where to park some of the cars. It was always so hot and humid inside the prison. She needed some air. Plus, Daryl told her that fresh air would do her some good.
She was pretty much just following Daryl around as she tried to figure out how to solve a rubix cube. During the groups time on the road, they came across a lot of different houses. One of them had a kids bedroom, which was where Blake found the colorful puzzle. She begged Daryl to keep it, since she didn't have her books. He said yes. Hearing the word "please" over and over again got annoying very quickly.
Blake was able to solve one side of the cube, but quickly gave up and shoved the cube into her pocket. It was making her brain hurt.
"Okay, let's get the other car in," Rick said as he watch Carol back the grey truck up so it was parked next to the gate. "We'll park 'em in the west entry of the yard."
"Good. Our vehicles camped out there looks like a giant 'vacancy' sign," Daryl says.
"After that, we need to load up these corpses so we can burn 'em." Rick continued.
"That's gross," Blake spoke up, picking up her pace so she was walking next to Rick.
"Yeah, but it's nothing new to us," Rick said, squinting his eyes to shield them from the sun.
"I'm still not use to the smell. It makes me sick."
"Yeah, you and me both," Rick reached up and ruffled the girls hair.
"Gonna be a long day," T-Dog said. It would indeed. It was super hot. So hot that Blake's hair was starting to stick to her forehead.
"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help," Carol said as she walked up to Rick.
"Up in the guard tower," Daryl said, pointing to the large tower. Blake looked at the large structure. She'd never been up there, but it seemed like it would be cool to be able to look over the entire prison, and even past that.
"Guard tower?" Rick repeated. "They were just up there last night," he said. Blake noticed that, too. She assumed they were just keeping watch. That was good. Who knows how many more walkers were lurking around the place. But why were they up there again?
"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl shouted. They didn't answer or come out of the guard tower at first, which worried Blake. Her first thought was that they got hurt, or something.
But a few moments later, Glenn steps out. The first thing Blake noticed was that he had no shirt on, and he was buckling his belt. "Hey! What's up, guys?" He asked as he frantically got dressed.
Blake was confused, and she wanted to know what was so funny. All the adults were chuckling. Maybe she was missing something here.
"You comin'?" Daryl shouted, smirking as he rested his hands on his hips.
"What?" Glenn shouted, making the adults snicker even more.
"You comin'?" Daryl shouted again. "C'mon, we could use a hand!"
"Yeah, we- we'll be right down," Glenn shouted before going back into the guard tower.
"What was so funny?" Blake asked Daryl as he and the others began to walk back toward the gate.
Daryl just chuckled again, reaching his hand up to rest on his niece's head. "Nothin', kid," he said.
"Didn't seem like nothin'," Blake murmured under her breath.
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TWD- Little Heart Of Iron
Nezařaditelné(UPDATES TEMPORARILY ON HOLD) Blake Dixon was a silent but mighty 10-year-old girl living in the Atlanta camp with her dad, George Dixon, and her uncles, Merle and Daryl Dixon. Growing up, Blake always noticed that her uncles had a hatred for her da...