Delilah Dixon starts off the apocalypse with her two older brothers. Merle and Daryl. Her and her brothers were known as the red-neck trash in the group, but Shane Walsh saw something else in her.
What if Shane Walsh didn't die?
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Early morning, Rick went and gave the scavengers the rest of their guns. They loaded up three garbage trucks full of their people, a few on bicycles. Jesus hurried back to Hilltop to relay the message back to them about Dwight and his plan. Everything was falling into place accordingly.
Jadis exited her vehicles with the rest of her people, her eyes scanning the community. She approached Rick and Michonne. her arms slack on her sides. Delilah watched their conversation, but she was too far away to hear. Whatever Jadis had said, made Michonne and Rick look at each other in furrowed brows, confusion. They slowly backed away, Michonne turning her head to look at the Dixon farther behind them.
"Tell me later." Delilah mouthed, a small smile wore on her face. Michonne chuckled, and nodded desperately, agreeing to the fact she will be telling her friend about it later. Tara waving over to Delilah by the gate got her attention. Delilah hustled and jogged over to her.
"I need your help." Tara told her, sweat beading off her forehead.
"Of course." Delilah followed her. A couple old cars they found lying around littered the side of the road, spikes sticking out of the exterior. They needed to create a barricade so Negan couldn't get right up to their gates.
Tara got into the drivers seat and put the car into neutral. She signaled, her hand out the window, her arm going up into a thumbs up. With the signal Delilah got up to the back of the car, Tobin beside her, pushing the car forward up onto the road. Once Tara put the car into park, they moved onto the other two cars for the barricade.
When they finished, Delilah's arms ached. "That was a workout." Delilah panted. Tobin agreed with tiring nod, passing his water canteen to Delilah. She took a big swig and passed it back giving him a thanks. Delilah gave Tara and Tobin a high-five for their teamwork. The corner of her eye, she caught Shane walking towards them, his arms full of guns, his own strapped across his body.
"Nice work." He exclaimed, walking up to them, eyeing their barricade. "I've organized all our artillery." He passed Tara a rifle and a few clips.
"That's good, thank you." Tara praised, grabbing the rifle and putting it over her head. Shane then passed Tobin and Delilah their own, giving Delilah his extra handgun to put in her belt, giving a smile to her husband.
"Looks like we could use that extra car and put in inside by the gate." Shane pointed to the last car they didn't need.
"That could work." Delilah shrugged, eyeing the car.
"Then let's do it." Tobin told them, rolling his shoulders.
"Here, I got this one." Shane looked over to his wife, dismissing her from having to do anything else heavy.
