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November 7th Day 75
“Here, this is for you,” Rory walked up to Daryl. Daryl was holding a drink in his hand.
Rory handed him some paper, an origami creature from telephone book pages.
“The hell? This a dinosaur?”
“No, it's a cat!”
Daryl snorted and scoffed.
“This origami? The hell did you learn this?”
“Mr. Smith. He was a coach.”
Daryl scoffed and shook his head, while Rory pouted. She tried, yet he didn't appreciate it. Rory folded her arms, Daryl smirking, picking her up and sitting down on the truck. Rory squirmed and Daryl let her go, Rory huffing. Daryl shrugged. Rory rested her head against Daryl's shoulder, his breath hitching, but put his arm around Rory's shoulder. Rory wished her mother had done this, or her father if she knew him.
Rick and Shane were arguing outside but it was easy to ignore them, Rory was able to block their sounds out of her head, like they didn't exist.
“Mr. Dixon?”
“What?”
“If you leave, can you tell me?”
“Why?”
“So I can go with you.”
Daryl was quiet and Rory didn't think he'd answer, but Daryl nodded and Rory sighed. “They'd all be screwed without us,” he said, whispering.
Rory giggled. “We should stay, then.”
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Two had survived, which she was grateful for. She was sleeping soundly. Hershel let Rick stay with her. He slept on the chair beside her bed. He wanted to be there when she woke up.
Hershel stitched up the cuts on her arms and attached an IV to her but he grew concerned at the sight of the black blood. Carol and Lori helped clean her. Hershel made sure she had no other injuries.
Everyone had problems.
Two was unconscious. Hershel thought she'd wake up soon. Beth hadn't left her room since the barn, only to use the bathroom.
There was Randall and Charlie's Dad.
Oh, boy.
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Rory sat on the ground beside the RV. Carl and Sophia were playing with some cards while Nicky was trying to get them to do homework. Rory clenched her fists and held back a sob. She had no one left. Her mom was gone, Roxy was gone. . . pulling her knees up to her chest, she wept quietly.
A hand found a place on her shoulder. She jerked away, and so did the hand. Looking up, she saw it was just Daryl. Daryl. . . what did he want?
“Go ‘way,” Rory mumbled, looking down.
“What's wrong, kid?” Daryl asked, voice gruff. He was genuinely concerned. Was he? No. Probably not. . . maybe.
“Nothing.” She spoke. He could tell she was lying.
He took a spot beside her and sighed. “Kids bein’ mean to ya?”
“No,” Rory shook her head, looking up at Daryl. “I got no one left.”
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Ghosts★The Walking Dead¹
HorrorAfter the world fell, Rory didn't think anything would get better. She watched her city burn, her family turn, her house collapse...she barely made it out, but thanks to Glenn, she managed. She doesn't think the world can get back to normal, and it...
