Dixon's Girl- TWD

Oh Brother

Jody POV

It had been a few days since me and daryl went hunting, and that rich boy came asking questions. I still don't know why he wanted my daddy, but I also didn't care. My daddy has many lives. He has many...many children, some always turn up occasionally and they usually end up the same as him, in jail, or addicted to drugs. Either way, it never matters to me. Because I'm my mamas only kid, and that's the way it's gotta stay. Its bad enough living in a trailer, I sure as hell ain't sharing my space

"What's up with you? Your face looks like a cats ass," merle chuckled, ruffling my hair as I sat scowling at the TV.

I pointed at the man on the screen. "I know him."

"Yeah he's been in the news alot lately. Some millionaire who's crying over a lost inheritance because he found out his dad wasn't his actual dad. Welcome to the real world, son. God, I just wanna punch him. Don't ya just wanna punch him? Look at that face."

"I think he's my brother." Merle looked at me and started laughing, slapping his knee because he found my misery obviously hysterical

"Another one? God Jody, your dad has more kids than Jesus had followers. How many does that make now?"

"Well, if he is my brother, then that makes 13 who I know about. Lord knows how many siblings I've actually got."

He kept laughing, stopping when daryl walked in and clipped him round the ear. "It ain't funny. Guy seems like a prick."

"What do you expect? He's my daddy's spawn. Well, atleast we assume he is. Why else would he try and find Freddie Adams?"

Merle agreed. "I don't know anyone who'd want to find him. Most people spend their lives avoiding him."

Hearing the man crying on the news, I grew frustrated and walked towards it, turning the TV off and then grabbing my jacket. "Where you going?"

"I'm going home before your daddy gets back. If he finds me here-"

"I know. I'll walk you." Even though I only lived next door, daryl always walked me home. He gave me a kiss goodnight, and then I went inside the trailer

"Mama! I'm home!" I shouted, but quickly shut up when I saw she was asleep on the sofa, an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor next to her. "Oh mama," I whispered, frowning.

It wasn't unusual to find her in this position. She was always drinking, or sleeping. But whether she was drunk or sober, she didn't hurt me like daddy did. I was her little girl. She never wanted a son, and I don't think she would have been as nice to a boy. She used to make me do beauty pageants as a kid, and then daddy made her stop because it was too much money. To her, I was a doll that she could dress up. It helped that I got her beautiful red hair.

Perhaps my standards are low. And maybe I need more self respect. But I think she is a good mama. My daddy scares me, and I was glad to see the back of him, but mama is different. I love her company. I love how even if I know she can't protect me from my daddy, I still feel safe with her. She tries. But she isn't strong enough sometimes. Evenso, being in her arms is more than enough to make me happy.

I took the bottle of whiskey from the floor and then got on the sofa with her. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my and I rested my head on her boobs. They were fake, and I always laughed with her about how comfy they are. Her and my daddy usually argued about money. They have none apparently, yet mama is always getting new beauty procedures, even small but expensive things like new nails, and daddy is always getting new guns, or drinking at the bar, affording prostitutes and gambling. They were never happy together unless they were having sex.