Dixon #3

Chapter Ten

I wake up and see Carl shaking me awake. I frantically sit up and scoot away. Having a bad dream about a man it wasn't a great thing to wake up to another.

He steps back and I realized I had done it yet again, great job heart!-_-

I get back in the situation and stand up.

"This is the second time this has happened, wanna tell us why?" Michone asked, crossing her arms.

I bite my lip and say,"I don't know what it is exactly but I randomly have problems with my heart beating...Just its not a big deal!"

"Yeah but you being almost raped is." My dad mumbled. Shoot, why did Rick have to tell!?

I turn so that my back faces the group for a second or two and say,"I've had worse. I've been almost killed. I've seen death himself. I've been tortured. But worse I'm living in the apocalypse. "

Carl is looked at me with understanding, somehow I didn't feel so selfish anymore. He walks up and hugs me, wow two grimes hugs in one day.

I smile at him and soon everyone smiles as well, I think truly it was out of pity for me but with Carl I thought something else.

Carl was definitely crushing on me, I could tell by the very way he breathed around me. I didn't feel exactly the same way, but I bet with time me being a teenage girl would fall head over heels for the sherif boy. But then wasn't the time, yet.

I nodded my head slightly as I left the group downstairs with me going back up to my post at the window seat. I started to grow really found of the window seat. It made me feel safe, it was claustrophobic to most but somehow the tightness of it gave me comfort. The fabric the cushion was made out of reminded me of home, it looked sort of like the drapes that we had but seemed a lot more worn out.

Soon more people came up but Rick stayed down, it was his turn for watch. But befriend I had the chance to drift off to sleep to my nightmare filled slumber my dad came.

"Cheristy."He whispered, sitting next to me on the window seat.

I crosses my legs and gave him my attention. He nodded and continued,"Why are you keeping so many secrets from me?"

I bit my lip and immediately looked down at my now gloved hands.He lifted my head up and raised an eyebrow.

"Daddy, I've been alone for three years. In those three years I've made enemies that re no longer walking this earth. I've been almost raped, organs have been pulled out of me then put back in, I've been tortured, but I'm surviving.To me that's what really matters...but I can only guess what the groups been through I can tell that you've lost so many and have run into enemies yourself. So please don't act as if I'm the only one that been hurt through all of this."

I took a deep breath and sheepishly smiled. My dad opened his arms and pulled me into a hug.

"I've been a horrible father, I'm so sorry."He said.

I patted his back, I felt so alien in this hug. My father and I never really had a relationship till the apocalypse started. And even then he wouldn't have the time between hunting, raides, and arguments to build a relationship with me. But i was such and independent little girl it was almost scary. I would walk around camp and sometimes venture unit the woods, alone, and it wasn't a big deal cause I'd shoot down a walker easy.

He pulled away form the hug and gave me a smile befriend he went downstairs to where he slept. I looked out the window, into the forest. The walker salt trick worked, barely any wlaker swould stumble into the circle that enclosed the cabin. I watched the walkers as I slowly drifted off to sleep, this time not straight into nightmares.

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Hey survivors! We are so FRICKING close to 200 reads and I just can't believe it! I hope you guys are all loving Cheristy as much as ever as I develope her past a bit more. And if you were wondering about the gut thing that was the backstory of the scar on her abdomen. So! Please vote comment and await for more!