Always (A Daryl Dixon/ The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

Chapter 37 - Indifference

I sit in the passenger seat of the Tuscan as Rick drives away from the prison. We're going out on a supply run to look for more supplies, medicine mostly while we wait for the others to return. I'm not stupid though, I know Rick is bringing me because he wants to talk about what happened. Hell, maybe because he's afraid I may kill someone else.

"Maggie wanted to come you know?" I say after awhile, breaking the silence and tension in the car.

"Someone had to stay back. Watch over things." He states.

"Someone you trust you mean." I murmur, looking at the trees speeding past, "They would have drowned in their own blood. They were suffering, I made it quick."

I glance down at my leg as I think, "We needed the bodies gone, we needed to stop it from spreading. They were the only ones who were sick. They were a threat. I was trying to save lives, I had to try. Somebody had too."

"Maybe." He murmurs, his eyes not leaving the road.

I look over at him for a moment before turning back to look out at the scenery, wanting this whole trip to be over already.

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We pull up behind a dirty car in an abandoned cul de sac before getting out and grabbing our backpacks from the back of the car. We walk forward and notice writing on the window, 'Pardon Our Dust'. Rick opens up the front car door cautiously and I open the back and see that it looks lived in, "You think they're coming back?"

"The windshields clean, wiped down. Can't have been here more than a day, maybe two." He explains as I glance over the supplies in the back seat.

"This is about Daryl and the others right, just in case they don't..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

"Until they do." He clarifies, "That's what this is. Medicine cabinets, first aid kits. Anything that can help Hershel. We get in, we get out. And if we can eat it, we take it."

I nod my head and follow his lead, walking towards the first house on the block. I pull out my gun and hold it ready to shoot as he slowly opens the front door to the house. We sneak in and I quietly shut the door behind us. We take a quick look around before Rick walks to the bathroom and begins to search through the bathroom cabinet.

I stand in the hallway and keep an eye out but there doesn't seem to be anything there until suddenly I hear a growling coming from up the stairs. I turn just in time to see the walker fall down the stairs and feel myself being pulled back, "Bree!"

The walkers falls to a heap on the ground and Rick steadies me before I walk forward and kill it with my knife. I look at its rotten face and screw my nose up in disgust when I hear a door opening from up the stairs. I slowly rise to my feet as Rick aims his gun towards the top of the stairs. The door opens slowly and then two people walk out.

The young boy looks at us as he raises his hands, "Woah, woah it's cool."

"We have fruit." The girl says, holding two pieces of fruit out in her hands.

"Yeah we got apricots, peaches. Here catch." He says, tossing one of the fruits down to us.

It bounces off the step and lands on the walker and we both glance at it before looking back up to the twenty somethings, "Or you know, don't." He says, trying to lighten up the situation.

Rick keeps his gun aimed before glancing back at me and I nod my head. He lowers his gun and turns to them, "Why don't you come on down? Slowly." He instructs.