Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 03 -- Detective

"A ship is always safe at the shore - but that is NOT what it is built for."

Albert Einstein

About seven months had passed since we last saw the Governor, we hadn't known anything of him since he attacked us that day and went completely crazy. Michonne had looked for him all this time but she always comes back disappointed.

Things have changed greatly. We are now a community, everyone knows each other, everyone works for the greater good and for once, things are working out. Some people had died during runs, that's inevitable but the prison is safe.

When we go out we just don't look for food, supplies, clothes, ammunition and medicine. We also look for people, and we have brought many people back here, making our community grow, we just make them three simple questions.

How many walkers have you killed?

How many people have you killed?

Why?

Rick surprisingly stepped aside and instead of making the decisions by himself, they were discussed by the council, and together they made the decision. It was a good thing for Rick, he was more relaxed these days and he usually stayed inside the walls of the prison and almost never uses his gun, actually he hasn't used it in over four months, he usually just tends the crops, he has pretty much become a farmer.

"Cici," I opened my eyes to see Glenn by the door. I grunted at him. "Time to wake up."

I wanted to keep sleeping but I knew it was time. I changed my shirt and put on the same jeans I worn yesterday, put my hair in a bun and hurried downstairs, where I saw Carl just walking out of his cell as well.

"Glenn woke you up?" he asked me.

"I assume he woke you up too," I said, smiling at him.

"No, but he almost did. He went to your cell first."

Carl and I grabbed an apple each and went outside, where the crops and the pig pen were. Sure enough, Rick was there. He turned around and saw us walking to him.

"You didn't wake me up!" Carl exclaimed.

"Because I knew you were up all night reading comics with a flashlight," he replied and I chuckled. "And I'm making you responsible for this."

"Me? Why?"

"I know the two of you stay up late together, I can hear you talk, you know?"

"What's up with Violet?" Carl asked quickly, seeing the pig lying on the mud. Oh yeah, we have pigs now.

"Carl, I told you not to name them," Rick said to him. "They're not piglets anymore. They're food."

"I just thought, uh, you know, until... Okay."

"I don't know what's going on with her, Could be sick, could be nothing. Feel better... Violet." I smiled at Rick and he smiled at the two of us. "Come on, let's get to it."

"Actually, I'm a bit hungry, I'll join you later," I said quickly.

"You just ate an apple!" Carl told me quickly.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," I told him. "And if I don't, you can go for me."

"Dad, she always gets away from it!" Carl whined.

"I'll give you twenty minutes," Rick said to me. "If you are not back by then, you'll do Carl's chores, okay?"

"Ugh, alright. I promise I'll be back."

Right outside of the prison, where there was no grass, we had built a common area so everybody could eat together. We had lots of tables and chairs and we also cooked there. It was pretty nice because you didn't have to be inside four walls to eat or cook.