Daryl, My Artificial Boyfriend (A Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Rainy Day Sale

DARYL, MY ARTIFICIAL BOYFRIEND

A WALKING DEAD Fanfiction

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Previously: Emyli tended to Daryl's wound. When the android woke up, she discovered that it lost its memory. They tried to seek help but this Daryl doesn't have any switches nor android number. Emyli told Daryl that she can keep him as long as he plays the part of her boyfriend.

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Chapter 5: Rainy Day Sale

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People are staring and whispering.

We are trapped in a terminal dome waiting for the next bus that will take us to our village. The raging storm ensues behind the protective bubble making 4PM look like midnight. I and Daryl are soaked and cold just like the people with us—who, for some reason are all staring at me.

We have just entered the shelter a few seconds back. My old-fashioned umbrella was able to take us to the mall earlier but it yielded to the strong wind on our way to the bus stop. The terminal is deserted with no vehicle in sight. The blur created by the pouring rain makes the surroundings look like it's melting to mud and fading. I wonder if we will be able to get home before Kate arrives.

"Uhm, Emyli."

Daryl's hands are full, carrying the water-proof bags containing the things we have bought earlier. I look at him standing beside me. He's staring at me, or rather…at my chest. I think he's paying me back for what I did to him earlier.

"What?" I mutter, not caring at all.

He clears his throat and averts my eyes and whispers from the corner of his mouth: "Ya'r ahm…I think they'all can see it…."

I look down to my chest and realize why everyone's looking and staring. My soaking wet, white long-sleeved shirt is sticking to my skin, exposing my zebra-printed bra.

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We sort of had our very first argument earlier. It was about his underwear.

I gave him a candy bar for breakfast. "I don't know how to cook." I don't even know how to light our antique stove from the 90's without breaking my nails. "I'll just take the laundry and we if you want, we can eat outside." I saw him stare at the Snickers. "And Kate will be coming home tonight so she can cook us some food."

Daryl shrugged as he was sitting on the bare mattress now back on my bed. He opened the candy. "I have a feeling I ate somethin' worse than this."

I stood at my room's doorway with the bed sheet and cover in my arms. I watched him took a bite and chewed.

It was another test.

Androids are incapable of digesting human food; they have their own special, real-looking food that if not taken, they grow weak and eventually shut down. Of course the capitalists are ingenious like that; having thought of another way to take people's money even after they spent tons of it on an android.

"Too sweet," Daryl complained.

Okay, so what are you, really? I thought.

I dropped the laundry and walked toward him.

"I just remembered," I told him. He looked up at me from the bed. "When you took a bath earlier, did you change underwear?"

Daryl narrowed his eyes on me.

"Kind of question is that?" he barked. He dismissed me with his hand and turned sideways so he won't be facing me. He took another bite from the candy bar. "It ain't lady-like from my supposed girlfriend."