Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~44~

   Six months later, it's right at the end of August. Nearly a hundred damn degrees outside even with fall right around the corner, and it's only nine in the morning. Great, it's gonna be another smoldering ass hot day.. You tuck away your frustration at the heat, knowing that you'd hear about it at some point from who ever was on fence duty today. Since you and your family ran off the Governor like the little bitch he was, and absorbed Woodbury. Your brothers had made good work of taking in survivors. Now, y'all had over a hundred and twenty people living at the prison. Mostly just regular people trying to survive, almost all of them coming with different skills that benefited the prison and survivors within. Your family was the head of the prison, and was named "the Council", by everyone else. Glenn, Maggie, and Daryl were over runs, for survivors and supplies. Hershel, and Carol gave consul and advice for big situations, but mostly ran the interior jobs and activities throughout the months. While you and Shane over saw guard shifts, fence clearing, and weapons. Michonne came and went all the time, but had a seat on the council too, when she was around. She was so consumed with hunting down the Governor since he killed Andrea, and for a while you and Daryl had been right there with her. You only came close once, finding his trail and tracked him for two weeks straight. But y'all had never seen him again. Rick, through it all had really stepped back. He still went on runs occasionally, but he mostly just tended the gardens under Hershel's guidance. Nobody had a problem with that either, especially after your twin had almost lost himself leading y'all there.

Your family had managed to create quite the impressive sanctuary too. Finding chickens, hogs, some goats, and two horses. One of the horses Michonne had grown quite attached too and took the mare with her on her week long hunts for the Governor. The many little herb gardens were scattered around the court yard now that served as more of an out door dining, cooking station, and over all common space. Which was perfect, considering some handy survivors had rigged up a rain catching station. It was very useful to get water on days when the river pump station, on the bridge outside the fence, was inaccessible because of walkers. The water system in the prison had been long rigged up which ment showers and working toilets now as well. A specifically handy electrician had re worked the whole system, so the who prison had lights and even a fully functioning climate control without the loud ass sirens. Heating and air made the prison extremely appealing to the new comers when they first arrive, but it was always the showers and toilets that really sold them. Your family stayed in cell block A still, but B, C, and D were also full now. E was slowly being filled, but people were becoming harder and harder to come by. There was a time the run groups were bringing a couple people back every single time. That hadn't happened in almost three weeks now. The last to come was only one man, barely a week ago.

You and Shane walk side by side, nodding and greeting the people who smile and wave at you both this morning. "You going on the run this afternoon?" Shane asks curiously as you walk through the court yard towards the huge ass outdoor stove/grill where carol and Beth usually over saw meals. You were starving and really hoping for eggs this morning now that Hershel had gotten the chickens to start laying. "Maybe.." you admit, a little bit annoyed that Glenn and especially Daryl hadn't asked you to come along yet. "He didn't ask you, yet? I figured Daryl would be begging you to come this time?" He states, obviously remembering how pissed your been at both Glenn and Daryl a few days ago. You shrug, "I think he thinks I'm still fuming." You tell Shane who gives you a smirk. "Are you?" He asks humorously, but in all seriousness. You scoff, "No! I can't exactly be mad at them for doing their fuckin' jobs.. I wasn't even mad at the honestly." You admit seriously. "Just- hells his name-" Shane states but you cut him off. "Stookey. Bob Stookey." You state less than amused. "Yeah, that's it.." Shane states and the sighs at your expression. "Ya could at least give him a chance, sis. He seemed sorry for all that- whatever happened between y'all." Shane says seriously. You sigh through your nose, "I gave him his chance. He's here still ain't he? I ain't killed him or anything. As long as he leaves me the fuck alone, I'm right as rain brother." You tell him seriously. Shane just nods and continues walking with you, the both of you silently noting the pile up of walkers on the fences from over night. Your first shift of people were already down there, especially after Shane had pulled more people to help them.