Daring Dixon (A Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Dale and Glenn looked under the hood. It wasn't good, We were stuck in the middle of nowhere. How were we supposed to get a radiator hose here?

Dale went off on a tangent about how he needed the hose from the cube van, and how he had been telling us for ages that we wouldn't get far with that radiator hose. I tuned him out.

Then Shane's voice came through to me, making a shiver run down my spine despite myself. "If you can't find a radiator hose here..." he said.

"There's a bunch of stuff we can find," Daryl said, rifling through the trunk of an abandoned car.

"I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start," T-Dog said.

"Maybe some water?" Carol asked.

"Or food," said Glenn.

"This is a graveyard," Lori said. We all turned to her. "I don't know how I feel about this."

"What's the difference between this and running into town and taking something from an abandoned drug store or clothing store?" I demanded. Nobody spoke.

Finally, T-Dog spoke. "Alright, alright, here we go. Come on y'all. Just look around. Gather what you can."

We all milled about, looking through the vehicles all around us. I sighed. Dale was right. I needed to talk to Daryl. This may be my only chance.

I followed him, trying to look like I was working, but really I was trying to talk to him. He paid no attention to anything, but kept looking through the possessions of someone else. Daryl stopped at the tailgate of a truck, lowering it and inspecting the contents of what was inside. I walked up behind him, and stood next to him, pretending like I was looking too. I felt him stiffen and move away from me while he still riffled through the contents.

"We need to talk," I insisted. He grunted. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I'm kinda pissed. You had Carol come and tell me that the CDC was gonna blow. Carol. A woman who I'm pretty sure has enough to worry about with her daughter, and doesn't need to worry about whether or not I am alive. You've gotta have some balls to think that you can just sleep with me one night and then dump me off with someone else," I said, my voice rising.

 "You've got a rude awakening if you think any of this is my fault," Daryl spat.

I laughed harshly, shaking my head. "You're blaming this on me?" I demanded.

"Damn right I am! You slept with me out of pity you dumb bitch," he said harshly. I opened my mouth but he kept on. "I know you don't feel a damn thing for me. Why would you? You're a highly educated little bitch. What am I? Nothing. I can't offer you anything. Not now, not ever. So I know damn well that whatever happened was a one time thing because you felt sorry for me," he said, turning away.

I pulled his arm, and he spun back around. His jaw dropped. "Get down," he hissed, pushing me down beside a neighboring car.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

"Walkers. At least a hundred of them," he said quietly. "Get under the car."

"What? No! I can't-"

"Do as I fucking say if you want to live," he snapped. I sighed, crawling under the car without another word. His head peaked under the car. "Stay here," he ordered. I could see his boots walk away. Where the hell was he going? There was no way that he could pick 100 walkers off with just his crossbow. No damn way.

It wasn't long before the feet started to shuffle past. I held my breath, not even daring to breath in fear that one would hear me, and I would be eaten by the masses of walkers. The dragging and shoes thinned out, and as one lone pair of feet passed me, I breathed a sigh of relief. I peeked out from under the car, and there were no walkers. I started to make my way back to the group, when the sound of a very young, very female scream permeated the air.