traded my life [TWD]

『124』

"Been awhile since you rode on my bike," Daryl comments.

"That's cause you're my passenger princess," I inform.

"Ain't no princess."

"Yes, my Queen," I joke, climbing onto the bike. "This the one Aaron gave you the parts to?"

"It ain't as good as Merle's old one, but it's better than nothing."

"You know when we stop finding gas around on runs, I'm gonna invest in getting you a bicycle."

"Nah, I'm good."

"See? Princess can't hurt his delicate feet!"

Daryl scoffs and rolls his neck. "We trusting the process on this one or is there an actual plan?"

"Maggie found some plans for an expansion that Reg had. Abraham is leading the construction to get it up so we can move on to the next plan."

"Can I ask a stupid question?"

"Most of them are."

"Why are we redirecting? Why not just blow 'em to pieces? Kamikaze the whole quarry?"

"You see any TNT around?" I wonder.

"I'm sure we could find something to blow it up."

"I think Carol has too much of an effect on you," I decide, pointing at him. "You both wanna blow shit up rather than put the work in."

"Work smarter not harder."

Woojin hops over with a flower in his hand. He holds it up for me to take.

"Thank you, baby," I say with a smile, taking the flower.

"It's dandy-lying," he says. "Appa said give to you."

"Dandelion," I correct.

"Same thing."

I chuckle and shake my head.

"Appa!" Woojin calls, taking off back to where Daniel was sitting in the little gazebo.

"Think he's starting to like Daniel more than me," Daryl comments, watching as Woojin hops into Daniel's lap.

"Don't get jealous," I warn. "You're still his ahjussi."

"Is this for real? You and Daniel?"

I lean forward on the bike and hum. "It's.. slow. Trusting the process."

"Trusting it?"

"Well.. going with the flow might be a better term."

"If he hurts you, I'll be the first to kick his ass."

"Speaking from experience, huh?" I tease in regard to Q.

"That piece of shit was personal. He got under my skin for the shit he was doing to you. 'm glad Woojin don't remember it."

"Childhood scars last forever," I sigh. "I still think about him. I have dreams that he comes back to find me."

Daryl frowns. "Don't say that."

"It's true," I defend. "I swear my nightmares consist more of my bitch aunt, Q, and my other family problems than walkers."

"Yeah. Me, too."

I purse my lips and sigh.

"I'm really glad you're back home. Shit was weird without you here," I confess.

"Maybe once all this is over, you can join me on some recruits. Get a break from in here."

"I'd like that. Really."