Be Nice to All you Meet (The Walking Dead:Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

After mine and Shane’s little heated argument we all went back inside. I had a feeling walking into the prison and seeing everyone awake, that they too weren’t the only ones who thought we were being loud. So yes, I would assume they all heard too. I didn’t know what to do at that moment. Do I go back to my cell and sulk about life or do I sit down and act calmly and pretend nothing happened.

Shane had decided to go back to his cell and do whatever and Daryl was still outside. So I decided to just take a seat and be the brave one.

I sat down at an empty table at the back. Maggie walked over and gave me a bowl of some kind of mushy pudding.

“It’s the best we’ve got.” She said with a smile and shrug and sat down at my table.

I took a little scoop and took a sip. Not bad, tasted like oatmeal.

I looked up to see Rick coming out of Shane’s cell and walking over to our end of the prison. He just gave me a quick nod and went up the steps to the second floor. My eyes followed him and I saw him go and greet Carol. She handed him over the baby. He stood there rocking her back and forth. It was so sweet to see. That in a world where zombies ruled and people hid that there was still some hope and life, that one thing that pushes you to keep going. For Rick, it was his children, for me, no idea.

“Hey Maggie, how did your dad lose his leg?” I asked when I saw Hershel walk out of his cell.

“If you don’t mind me asking?” I said quickly back

She laughed.

“It’s fine. When we got to the prison and the group was cleaning it out, he got bit. So we had to cut it off so the infection wouldn’t spread. Luckily, it worked.” She said.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that.” I said back.

I sat there eating my ‘oatmeal’ quietly when the door swung open.

“Whoa wee Macy. What do you have in that car of yours?” Glenn asked excitedly from across that prison.

I raised my eyebrow at him in suspicion.

“Where you and your nosey brain snooping around my car?” I asked

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” He answered back and walking over to us.

I just rolled my eyes and looked over at Maggie.

“Are you guys together?” I asked with a teasing smile.

“Oh yah we are, she can’t get her hands off me.” Glenn heard me say as I sat down next to Maggie putting his arm over her shoulders.

I laughed at her face.

“That’s nice to see.” I said with a smile. Glenn had Maggie to fight for and Maggie had Hershel, Beth and Glenn to fight for.

Later on in the afternoon I was sitting outside on the steps of the prison. I was watching a couple walkers walk at the edge of the treeline. The air was warm and there was a slight breeze coming. I’m sure if I closed my eyes that it would feel like I was back home, sitting in my backyard with a nice cold ice tea. Oh how I missed ice tea.

 I saw Daryl walking around with his crossbow off course, he didn’t go anywhere without it. Maybe that’s what he lived for. I briefly then remember him telling me about his brother when we were both at my old campsite. It must have been hard for him to lose his brother, especially the way he did, from this group.

 I got up and decided to go talk to him.

 “Hey,” I said

He just kept walking.