Dixon #3

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning I woke up to a freezing breeze coming form down stairs as well as a cold cheek.

The window was covered with frost and downstairs I could already hear people rushing about to find which window was open, letting the cold air in. I pulled my army certified jacket on tighter and pulled the drawstring around the waist, nice and toasty.

I swing my legs onto the cold wooden floors and made my way downstairs, seeing Maggie be the one who finally found the open window.

I sat down on the couch, not bothering with breakfast. If u didn't need it I want going to take it, after all other people needed it more then I did.

My dad sat next to me, pulling me into an awkward hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and said,"So jack frost came about now didn't he?"

He chuckled and nodded,"He sure as hell did. I thought your face was going to freeze to the window."

"Ha, now why would Jack Frost freeze my face to a window, doesn't seem like his thing."

"Maybe he has a thing for you, he'll it wouldn't be the only boy that strikes you as fancy."

I groaned bringing Carl back into my mind.

"Heard the whole story form Maggie, she saw it all happen. Said you tow fell on top of each other, he kissed you, and you shoved him off. Said you looked like you'd seen a ghost. But I think you liked the ghost."

I whipped my head up and fumed,"I like Carl as friend daddy! In this world there is no room for love between survival and sleeping! He is in my friend zone!"

I got up font the couch and saw Carl in the door way. I stomped up to him, poked him on the chest and huffed,"You my friend will not kiss me again unless we become boyfriend and girlfriend, understood?!"

He nodded, and said,"I will wait till that day."

I narrowed my eyes and yelled,"Enough with the romantic bullshit!"

He recoiled as I slapped him across the face.

"What was that for?" He said, holding his hand to his cheek.

I smirked and said,"Gave you something to fear me by Grimes."

He smiled through the pain as I walked away. I sprinted into the woods(yet again) and started to wander. I walked and walked, it had grown to night when I realized the time.

I walked north, the direction of the cabin. But then as quick as you could say hello, a hand clapped over my mouth. Two hands took all of my weapons in the meantime before the person behind me kicked me behind the knees, forcing me to crumple to the ground.

I then felt a butt of a gun hit the back of my head, hot sticky liquid trailed done my neck a sinfully laid down on the leaf carpeted forest floor.

The only thought going through my mind was, not again.

::::::DARYLS POV:::::::

The next morning, waking up my first thought was to go to the window seat that Cheristy was obsessed with. We had all started joking that she was becoming rapunzel, but I thought not she had way to quick of a temper and was overall deadly.

I would never admit it but I was afraid of my own daughter, she seemed to know the world more then anyone in the group. Even Rick.

Cheristy was a badass mother fucker, with the sprit it of a ninja dragon or some shit like that. She was always on top of things and most definitely knew how to get what she wanted from people.

She had beaten Rick in a death count and to think she was only about fourteen. I had totally failed as a father, boy would her mother had whooped my ass for the things I had done.

Well now that I've brought my wife up, guess I got to explain don't I?

Well she was a Georgia peach, southern to the core. Her name was May, she wa sbeahtiful in every way imaginable. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel and her hair was like a gold waterfall. Her personality was just beautiful. But as all the greats she was gone to soon.