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. Even better? It's only nine in the morning. Great, it's gonna be another smoldering hot day.. You tuck away your frustration at the heat, knowing that you'd hear about it at some point from whoever 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, you 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. Had found his trail and tracked him for two weeks straight. But you 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 not after your twin had almost lost himself leading you all there.

Your family had managed to create quite the impressive sanctuary too. Finding chickens, hogs, some goats, and even two horses. One of the horses Michonne had grown quite attached too and she took the red mare with her on her week long hunts for the Governor. Many little herb gardens were scattered around the court yard that 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 prisons whole electrical system months ago. 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 on the road. 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 goin' on the run this afternoon?" Shane asks curiously as you walk through the court yard. Straight 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 already asked you to come along yet. "He didn't ask you, yet? I figured Daryl would be beggin' 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 fumin'." You tell Shane, who gives you a smug smirk now. "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 that mad." You admit seriously. "Just you seems pretty pissed at- 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, wisely cautious as well. You sigh through your nose, "I gave him his chance. He's here still ain't he? I ain't killed him or anythin'. As long as he leaves me the fuck alone, I'm right as rain, brother." You tell him seriously. Shane just shakes his head in mild amusement 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.