~ 𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝙾𝚅 ~
As they approached the makeshift camp, the sights and sounds of their fellow survivors came into view. The camp was not enclosed by a gate, but instead set up in a relatively secure location. The sight of the familiar faces and surroundings provided a sense of relief and comfort, but it was quickly overshadowed by the tension that filled the air as they approached with _____ in tow, still wearing her mask.
As Glenn, Dale, and T-Dog climbed out of the RV, they were immediately swamped by a barrage of questions from their fellow survivors. Faces appeared around them, filled with excitement and relief that they had returned safely. Questions flew in every direction, each one more pressing than the last: "Where did you go?" "Did you find anything useful?" "What's with the woman on the motorcycle?".
Andrea cast a curious glance in the direction of the woman on the motorcycle before turning her attention back to Glenn, Dale, and T-Dog. "Who is she?" she inquired, her voice laced with intrigue." Dale chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Surprisingly, the Dixon brothers were telling the truth," he remarked. "It seems she's Daryl and Merle's sister."
Shane raised his gun towards _____, but she met his gaze with a defiant expression. Ignoring his threat, she removed the helmet from her motorcycle and shot back, "What's the matter? You bitches got a staring problem?" Her words carry a hint of challenge and bravado, as if she was unbothered by the tension surrounding her.
Shane kept his grip on the pistol and asked, "What's your name?" She paused for a moment before nonchalantly replying, "Dixon." Her tone was casual, her answer revealing no other information than her last name. The tension in the air thickened, as her identity raised more questions than it answered.
Shane's scoffed and held onto the gun firmly. "You're those rednecks' sister?" he sneered. _____ nodded, casually grabbing her bag from the motorcycle. "Yeah," she replied, her tone nonchalant, "Where are Daryl and Merle?" The question sent a ripple of curiosity through the assembled group, as they wondered about the dynamic between the siblings.
Andrea raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the bag clutched in _____'s hand. "What's in the bag?" she inquired. _____ turned to Andrea and crossed her arms, her response firm and guarded. "That's none of your business," she replied, her defensive tone signaling that she wasn't willing to share any further information about the contents of the bag.
Andrea scoffed at her answer and retorted, "Well, whatever it is, you need to share it with the rest of us." ____ chuckled at Andrea's words, her defiant attitude unwavering. "Why would I share anything with you people?" she shot back. "I don't know any of you assholes!" With a defiant stride, she parked her motorcycle next to the RV, her behavior making it clear that she had no intentions of cooperation.
Shane took advantage of _____'s distracted state and reached for her bag. However, his plan backfired spectacularly as she quickly kicked him in the crotch and followed up with a powerful punch to his face. The attack was swift and unexpected, catching Shane off guard and causing him to stumble back, clutching his injured groin.
_____ rolled her eyes at Shane, who was still reeling from the sudden attack. With a defiant smirk on her face, she grabbed her bag back and crossed her arms. Her attitude remained defiant as she repeated her refusal, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Like I said," she chuckled, "I'm not sharing anything with any of you assholes." Her words dripped with stubbornness, making it clear that she had no intentions of budging from her position.
⌦𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱⌫
As the sun began to set, the camp settled around the campfire, laughter and conversation filling the air. In stark contrast, _____ remained near her motorcycle, separate from the others. She observed the lively scene with a mixture of detachment and curiosity, her solitary presence adding an air of mystery to the situation.
Glenn rose to his feet and walked towards _____, coming to a stop beside her. She raised a brow, her defenses still up as she asked, "Need anything?" Her suspicious tone made it clear that she was not one to lower her guard easily, especially when it came to strangers. She turned to face him, her eyes studying his expression.
Glenn shook his head and replied, "No, just wondering... How old were you when this picture was taken?" A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he held up the picture that Daryl had given him. _____'s expression softened slightly at the sight of the picture, her eyes lingering on the image of her younger self.
_____ chuckled and snatched the picture from Glenn's hands, a playful smile on her lips. "Daryl gave me that! I look dumb in that photo!" Her tone was light and amused, as if she found the photo both embarrassing and endearing. Her reaction was a mixture of pride and self-consciousness, both emotions fighting for dominance in her eyes as she studied the picture.
Glenn sat next to her on the grass, a smile still on his lips. "Daryl and Merle were arguing with Shane to look for you," he chuckled. _____'s interest was piqued, as if this information was something she had been waiting to hear. Her body language became more relaxed, her guard lowering slightly as she listened to Glenn's account of the situation.
_____ hummed and slowly nodded, a hint of familiarity in her voice. "Sounds like them," _____ mumbled. Her embrace tightened around her knees, her body language betraying a mixture of relief and vulnerability. Sitting next to Glenn, she seemed to be wrestling with her emotions, a storm of thoughts churning behind her eyes.
_____ looked at Glenn with a mixture of relief and mild concern in her eyes. "Where are Daryl and Merle?" _____ asked. Glenn hummed and explained, "Oh, they'll probably be back tomorrow. Shane told them to go hunt for food." He replied with a calm tone, trying to reassure the newcomer. Her expression softened slightly as she nodded, processing this information.
_____ slowly nodded, a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. "Well, where are Daryl and Merle's tents? I need some sleep too," _____ chuckled. Her voice was casual, but there was a hint of urgency beneath the surface. Glenn picked up on her tiredness and replied, "Their tents are just over there," he pointed to a cluster of tents not too far away from where they were sitting.
_____ nodded and grabbed her bag, a hint of weariness in her eyes. "Well...good night, I guess?" _____ murmured as she stood up. With her bag in hand, she walked towards Daryl and Merle's tent, disappearing into the shadows that enveloped the makeshift camp.
Glenn gulped and bid her good night, a smile on his lips. "Good night!" he chimed, waving at _____ as she made her way to Daryl and Merle's tent. _____ offered an awkward smile and nodded as she zipped up the tent. The tension in the air seemed to diminish slightly as she sought the privacy and comfort of the shelter.
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