Dixon's Girl- TWD

Where is he?

Jody Pov

"Morning," daryl said when I walked into his bedroom. I had been working at the diner all night, dealing with some rude customers, but I was so glad to finally be back in the trailer

Daryl was lay on his stomach, his eyes closed as he attempted to ask about work. His voice was groggy and his hair a mess.

I crouched down next to him and kissed his lips softly, running my fingers through his hair. "Go back to sleep. We can talk later, honey."

"No, no. I'm fine. Come on, tell me about work."

I sighed and began getting changed as I told him, "well, we had a few rude customers who didn't understand that if you eat all the food, you still have to pay even if you deemed it 'not satisfactory'. They just kept ordering loads and loads, had several courses which I didn't mind at all. But by the end, they said they didn't enjoy it and tried to leave without paying."

"What did you do?"

"I went into the kitchen and got Larry. He sorted them out." Larry was my boss. He was 60 years old, and an ex boxer. Built like a bull who only works because he got bored during retirement. He was very good at dealing with any customers who needed to be reminded of their place

"Good. Don't get in the way of any fights. Don't need you coming home with a black eye," daryl reminded me. I rolled my eyes and got into bed with him

Smirking, I promised, "if I'm gonna get a black eye, it's not gonna be because of some greedy ass dicks."

He wrapped his arms around me and lay with his head on my chest. "That's my girl. Hey, how's max? Haven't heard from him in a while."

"I don't know. He was supposed to pick me up today but he never turned up."

"Wait a second, you walked back in the dark, on your own?"

"Don't be such a drama queen. I'm fine. It's not far."

That didn't seem to ease his worries. He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes whilst my fingers ran through his hair. "Don't do that again, please. Call me if you ever need a lift."

"Alright, I won't. Don't worry. Oh, I'm gonna go and see max later today by the way. If he didn't pick me up and won't answer the phone, he's probably sick."

"You sure? We aren't exactly welcome in his neighbourhood."

Max lived in a lovely neighbourhood, with large white houses, each one having a porch and a green, flowery garden. The people there turned their noses at us, whenever we visited. Last time, a couple came to me and daryl and told us that we were ruining the scenary with our clothing. We can't exactly where nice clothes when we live in a trailer park. They always get covered in dirt and smoke, and daryls often have grease stains from working as a mechanic.

"Yeah well, I wanna see that he's alright. Lord knows his neighbours don't give a damn about him. Will you drive me please?"

"Yeah of course. You thought about learning to drive again? You haven't been out driving in months."

"There's a reason for that. I value my life and the life of other road users."

He chuckled and nodded his head. "Makes sense."

Daryl started to close his eyes so I kissed the top of his head. "Go to sleep, baby."

"I love you," he mumbled

"I love you too."

When I woke up, I was alone in bed. Checking the clock, it was already lunch time. I got up and went into the living area, rubbing my tired eyes

"You're awake."

"Well spotted," I said to merle

I turned to daryl and said, "I'm gonna get dressed and then we can go and see max. Will you be ready in 15 minutes?"

"Yes but we both know you won't be."

"I'll be quick." It took me 20 minutes to get ready, which was faster than usual but still not as fast as I was aiming for.

Me and daryl drove to max's place whilst I bounced my leg up and down nervously. Daryl put his hand on my thigh. "He'll be fine. Probably just busy with work. Or hungover."

"He wouldn't drink. He's seen daddy and-"

"Jody, just because he has a drink, doesn't mean he's anything like your dad. Okay? Me and you drink and max will probably drink. He's still young enough to go clubbing after all. Just don't worry, alright?"

"That's easier said than done, daryl. He's my brother and he hasn't called me in almost 3 days. We usually talk every single day. I just assumed he was too busy but then when he didn't pick me up from work, like he promised he would, I knew something was wrong. He wouldn't forget about me."

"I know, baby. But there a thousands of scenarios which make perfect sense and you are only focusing on the bad ones."

We pulled up to his house. I got out of the car before daryl had properly parked it, and I ran to the front door. I knocked a few times but there was no answer. Daryl came up behind me and handed me the house key we had been given. I unlocked the door and ran inside

"Max! Max!" I shouted, looking around the house for him. There was no answer at all, just silence. The house was spotless, which gave me some hope. Atleast the place hadn't been trashed by thieves or a drunken max

"Who are you?" A voice asked, making both me and daryl jump. There was a lady stood with a young boy by her side

"I'm jody. I'm looking for max."

She looked both me and daryl up and down before saying, "I'm his cleaner and I am asking you both to leave please."

"Wait, please, do you know where he is?" Daryl asked

"Get out of this house or I will be forced to call the police."

"No i-"

"Jody, let's go." Daryl tugged on my arm, pulling me out of the house and shutting the door behind us.

I wriggled out of his hold and snapped at him. "We can't leave! I need to know that he's alright."

Before daryl could reply, a neighbour came over to us. "Are you looking for maxwell?"

Daryl nodded for me. "Yes, have you seen him?"

"I'm sorry but no, I haven't. In fact, no one's seen him for days. We thought that maybe he went on holiday, although he usually asks us to put his bins out for him. He seemed to just dissappear."

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked at daryl, running my fingers through my hair. "Hey, it's okay. We'll find him," he told me, putting his hands on my upper arms. He used his thumb to wipe my tears as I took a deep breath

"Alright. Okay. Let's just go back home and we can keep trying to call him," I said. In the truck, I felt so sick. But I didn't cry. I tried so hard to keep the tears in but I needed to find my brother. He wouldn't do this to me.