Lady in Red

Chapter 13-Stares

I hand out another tub that was labeled 'Winter' in big bold sharpie on the lid. T-Dog grabs it from me and places it on the ground in front of the crowd of women who followed me to the house next door to the one we were holed up in.

I then reach in to grab a smaller one that was labeled much the same, except this one was clear and I could see gloves and scarves inside.

After Rick had stormed off that night, I had went and talked to him, comforting him against the judgmental stares that the group casted on him. After he had calmed down from it all, I made him feel a bit better by telling him about what I remembered from the list I had created. Though, I don't remember half of the conversation since when I went back to the little camp, I promptly passed out. I don't really remember the couple of days after that either since I slept for most of it.

I looked around in the closet some more, steering clear of the large shoe box that said 'Fun Box' and effectively dodged the question about it when Carl asked by telling him to ask his mother.

"I think that's all of it." I stand on my tip toes, looking on the top shelves. When I don't see anymore, I walk out and sit by the rest of the woman who were going through the tubs, picking out items for everyone. I already found what I wanted and was geared up in leggings and sweatpants beneath my jeans, two layers of socks, a thermal long sleeve with a hoodie then my jacket on top, a bright purple scarf and a hot pink toboggan that Daryl made fun of me for.

He needed new socks so to get back at him, I made sure to find a pair of SpongeBob themed ones that I found when we went scavenging a couple days ago. He wasn't amused when he found them in his bag.

"Think this will fit Glenn?" Maggie asks, holding up a puffy jacket. I shrug, pulling out an insulated Jean jacket that Daryl might wear. I had to fight him to put on a toboggan so we'll see if I have to hold him down to put this on him. I check the size and see that it is indeed, his size.

"Dunno, I don't know his body like you do." Her face turns pink at my words.

"Eden." Carol scolds, a small smile on her face.

Lori elbows my side and nods her head towards the oblivious child who was looking through a bin of shoes. He's growing like a weed so we started looking for shoes for him since he's outgrowing his old pair.

"What's going on with you and Daryl?" T-Dog asks aiming the conversation at me. He was decked out in a puffer jacket and a hat to protect his bald head. I give him a confused look, my heart jumping at his question.

"How do you mean?" I go to stand and walk over towards a dresser. I pull the drawer open to look for a new pair of jeans for him too since his has seen better days.

I heard a chorus of scoffs come from around the room. I even hear Carl's. It's a good thing that Daryl is out hunting, otherwise this would be a very awkward conversation. "Don't act dumb. We've all seen the looks that you two send each other." I turn towards him, confused. Now I don't know what he means. "You actually are dumb."

I scowl at him and throw whatever was nearest at him, it just so happens to have been a golf ball that was perched on some type of wooden monumental thing. He flinched as it bounced off his bicep and onto the floor where it rolled. "I don't know what looks you're talking about."

Maggie rolled her eyes and adds a thermal long sleeve to the pile of clothes at her side. "You're kidding." When she sees that I'm not, she sighs. "You two look like you want to tear into each other." If she means by me wanting to strangle him every now and again, then yes. I do want to tear into him.

"By tearing into him, I hope you mean tearing his throat out and feeding it to a Rotter." He's been up my ass since the farm, telling me what I can or can't do, taking the heavy items from me when they weren't even that heavy, scolding me when I wouldn't wake him for his half of the watch shift. I literally can't do anything without him riding me about it. Hence why I decided to escape the house with a group of us without him.