Night Shift (oc x Daryl Dixon)

(7) worry

Madeline stormed out of the house after her argument with her dad. She was upset, she had to be. She fully did think her dad was just trying to prove he's the man of this house. That no one else words goes but his. It bugged her so deeply.

Madeline wished she had the fundamentals, to be mad at her loved ones. When Maggie wore her new dress and got a stain on it, when Beth pranked her by rubbing the holes on the sink closed so it sprayed her in the face. She should of been mad at them, but she couldn't.

So she knew she wasn't mad at him. She couldn't be mad at her dad, for he was a really good dad. He just made stupid decisions sometimes but who didn't.

But once she walked out of the argument, she watched her older sister angrily go up the porch steps. "Maggie-" her words were cut off as her sister opened the front door, slamming it shut behind her. Making Madeline jump.

She wished she knew what was going on with her. They had been lacking communication for the past couple days, basically since the group got there. Everyone was so busy with their own things. It almost made her feel less bad considering her sister hasn't tried to speak to her also.

Madeline walked off the porch with a frown, her brown hair blowing in the wind. The setting sun hitting her at full force, glaring right into her eyes. Which she tried to cover with her hand as she walked towards the RV.

"Hi Dale." Madeline exclaimed as she finally got close enough to him where she wouldn't have to yell.

Dale eyes immediately moved to her, making a smile grow on his face. He slowly put down his book he had in his hand, standing up. As the girl approached him, "hi Madeline. You doing alright?" He asked.

Madeline lowered her hand from covering her eyes, so she could met his. Him being sightly taller than her, made it hard with her hands over her face. She wanted to lie, but she wasn't much of a liar. "Not really." She shook her head.

"What's going on-" his voice became muted due to the sound of a car pulling beside them. Making both there heads turn towards it. She quickly remembered about Shane's and Andreas shooting lesson, as it was discussed almost right beside her.

But that just meant Shane was around her again.

Her stomach turned, unable to focus on the conversation Dale was having with them. For her brain just came thinking. Murder. Murder. Murder. It made her sick to even stand near him.

She could physically feel ill, at so much of a glance towards him. It was like a feeling she had never had before, which scared her more. She was so used to the normal emotions. Such as happy, sadness, anger. This one was so different for her.

She only snapped back when Shane basically pushed past her, making her body turn towards where the man was walking off too. As did Dales. She wanted to tell him off for not saying sorry, but she lacked the confidence.

But someone else did have confidence, "Shane, Shane, I was thinking, you've got that nice new ride of yours, plenty of fuel, more than enough for you to get far from here." Madeline turned her head quickly to Dale. Was he telling Shane to leave? Did he know the same thing Madeline knew?

Her eyes quickly turned back to the man she hated, who had turned around to look towards Dale. "What, you telling me to leave?" His voice held hatred.

Madeline shifted her body to be more near Dale, as in a form of protection of herself. She really hoped Dale was as wise as he seemed. And that he was able to see what she saw too. Dale continued, "I know you've been planning to. Maybe now is a good time."