Sicky and sweet

honey and vinegar

~two hours later~

The boy is steady, Lori (the wife) has thanked sicky at least a dozen times, making her appreciation more than known. It was a close call; they would've lost him. Quick thinking and sheer luck were a miracle, it was the only thin wall between him and death. It was very apparent how shaken his father was. Sicky was now off dinner duty due to helping out Shane and the family, Maggie and Beth took over. 

"I'll get you a change of clothes Mr. Grimes."

"Rick is fine."

"It's disrespectful in my book sir, you're my senior."

"I promise you it's fine, you're an adult." He offers a weak, tired smile. 

" Well alright then rick." She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. She took out a white T-shirt, an old one of her fathers.

"I do believe this will fit; I'll try to find some comfortable pajama pants." She bit her thumb nail, deep in thought.

"It's fine, I'll just-" He motioned to his waist band. She understood quickly.

"Right, well the showers up and runnin',  i made sure to warm it up for you. The soap in there is made of goats milk and oats, great for the skin!" She said cheerful as can be. 

"God a shower" he rubs his eyes and sighs. Sicily giggles.

She leaves the room, only returning a few minutes later to grab the dirty clothes he took off. She goes to collect the rest of the laundry, asking some of the newcomers for theirs. The one basket turned into two, then to two and a half. she makes her way outside once more

"Where's that archer guy??" She questions carol.

"Oh, he's over there by that tree, not much of a people person if you couldn't tell."

"Good thing I can appreciate a challenge." She hops up to the tree, her wavy curls swinging in a river behind her. Propping the basket on her hip, peaking around the tree.

She can barely see, but one thing she can spot was the archer taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. she clears her throat

"Jesus Christ woman!!" He scoffs.

"You need a goddamn bell or some shit." He said harshly as he sat down on a rock.

"Well excuse me for asking if i could wash some clothes for you. " she said with a smile, ignoring his snarky remark.

"Don't need shit from you." he said scurrying to put his shirt back on.

"Well, your hygiene sure does."

"It's the damn apocalypse, don't need my ass smelling like flowers and linen."

"Now I never said that I would or even could throw your ass in the river and scrub you down. You'd tear my little happy ass out... wouldn't ya?" She sets down the basket and puts her hands on her knees. Her eyes big and doll like as she tilted her head with a smile. He was silent,  no reaction except a huff.

"If I get you some of my shit, will you just mind yer own?"

"Sure will! fine by me."  She stands up fully, her hands on her hips.

"Daryl?"

"What woman?!"

"Any request for breakfast?" He really wanted some bacon, maybe even some coffee. His stubborn mind told him otherwise. That he did need help with nothing, even if it would be nice.

"I can get my own food. Don't need no damn girl to fetch it for me."

she waltzed up with her arms behind her back.