Daring Dixon (A Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

Chapter 42

I knocked on Chris's door, then took a step back, waiting for him to answer. He answered within seconds and gestured for me to come inside.

I had been cleaning and organizing all day. Daryl was still out hunting and Lilly was taking a shower. I had completed everything I needed to so I decided to pay Chris and Leslie a little visit before Daryl came back. Mostly, I was here for Leslie because Chris didn't seem to know what the hell he was doing.

"How's Leslie?" I asked after Chris closed the door behind me.

"Asleep. She's been fussing most of the day," he replied.

"Have you fed her? Changed her diaper? Burped her?" I asked.

"I've fed her and changed her diaper. Even gave her a bath," Chris replied.

"But you didn't burp her," I asked him. He shook his head.

"Next time, burp her. I think that's why she's so fussy all the time," I told him. He nodded.

"So, Lilly was here all night," I said casually. There was an awkward silence.

"I asked you a question," I said.

"How do you know?" he demanded.

"I'll be asking the questions," I told him. He nodded.

"Lilly's a young girl. How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty eight," he told me.

"You look much older than twenty eight," I stated.

Chris sighed. "Thirty four," he grumbled.

"That's what I thought. Look, I have no intentions of protesting a relationship between the two of you. But I intend to protect Lilly. She's in my group. That practically makes her family. And I don't know what happened to your wife, but Lilly isn't a substitute for her. And that's all I'm saying on the matter. So be careful. Treat her like you would your mother," I said to him.

He looked at me strangely, as if I was speaking Japanese to him. "My wife died after giving birth to Leslie," he said finally.

"I'm sorry," I told him.

"She was in the hospital when all this hell broke loose. I barely got myself and Leslie out. And my wife was so weak... I had no choice but to go and save myself," he muttered quietly.

"Well I'm glad you made it out with Leslie. I'm sure she's going to turn out wonderfully. She'll definitely be a very strong woman," I told Chris. He nodded.

"I just wish she would've gotten to know her mother, that's all," he told me.

"I know it's hard. But you'll be a great father to her," I assured him. He nodded. Through the open window I spotted Daryl coming through the woods. "Daryl's back from hunting, I'll talk to you later, okay?" Chris nodded and I went outside.

Daryl was skinning a rabbit on the front porch. He didn't even look up as I made my way up the porch.

"What'd he have to say?" Daryl asked. I could tell he wasn't happy that I had been over there but I didn't give a fuck. He could deal with it.

"He was telling me about his wife," I told Daryl. He grunted, and I assumed that meant that he was okay with that.

"How'd it go? Any walkers? Anything we should be worried about?" I asked him.

"Nah. Didn't see any walkers, although I did see a few turkeys. But it's too early to start hunting them. In a few weeks we'll have ourselves some turkey. For now we'll have to settle for squirrel and the occasional rabbit," he told me.

"Meat is meat," I said. He nodded.

"What'd you do?" he asked. I could tell he wasn't very good at trying to continue a conversation.

"I moved all the food out of the bed of the truck and into the cupboards, washed clothes and dried them, and talked to Chris. Didn't do much but work," I said.

"Yeah, doesn't seem like-"

The stench hit me like a brick wall, and I could tell Daryl could smell it too. That's when the moans started. I grabbed Daryl's pistol and he grabbed his crossbow, and we crept down the porch.

"We have to warn Christopher," I whispered to Daryl.

"I'm right here," Chris said from behind me. I jumped a bit.

"Look, Rosaline, you go in Chris's house and lock all the doors and windows. Chris and I will get rid of the walkers, and when it's safe, we'll knock on the door three times in a row. Got it?" Daryl asked.

"No, I can help. You'll need me," I said to them.

"Someone needs to stay with the baby. It can't be left alone. You can protect it," Chris reasoned.

"No absolutely not," I protested.

"They're getting close! You need to get inside now, before they get any closer and catch our scents," Daryl snapped. I sighed, then made my way up Chris's stairs. I was almost inside when I heard the multiple gunshots go off. Gunshots I knew were not from Daryl of Chris. I whipped around saw very familiar brown eyes inches from mine.

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