You're Dead To Me (Daryl Dixon)

I just decided to try this, see how it goes c: Enjoy

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Part one

"You, my boy, are gonna learn how to kill these vermin." I said.

"Really?" Pat smiled in excitement, and I nodded enthusiastically. 

"Fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, but the smile on my face vanished as soon as Pat's did.

"Stop." He whispered.

"Stop what?"

"Cursing." Pat said quietly. 

I eyed my little brother thoughtfully. His wavy, dark hair hung just below his ears, a thick curtain that sometimes shielded his eyes from me. He was sulking, all day, too. I didn't think it was the time to ask him about it.

"Pat," I chuckled, nudging him with my elbow.

"It's okay. It's not bad to curse. You could swear, too." I smiled at him reassuringly. He looked down at the cracked side walk which we were walking along on.

"Mom wouldn't like it." My smile wavered. I stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder and making him face me. 

"Moms not here right now, Pat. She won't mind, I'm sure." I hugged him tightly. He slowly eased out of my grip, trying not to be rude, and continued walking ahead of me. He was silent.

I hurried behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey! Okay, if it bothers you so much, no more swearing. Alright, buddy?" His tired, dark blue eyes looked at me with such a sadness. I almost broke out in tears. He gave me a half smile.

"Thank you." He mumbled. I briefly grinned at him. He was still so pure at this shadiest of times.

You know, he was always like this. Even before this epidemic hit. Kind...thoughtful...considerate...innocent.

He was that kid in school. The kid who basically everyone wanted to know. He had that charm, that goodness in him that made him a social magnet.

Top student, even. Higher GPA than I ever had, to be honest. Everyone simply came to love Pat, the cool and calm boy, who just always knew what to say. His beautiful dark blue eyes always had to catch some girls attention, if not, then five other girls.

Never said anything unpolite, nothing harsh. He had the kindest, gentlest eyes. The kind that would have you staring into them in wonder.

Pat was also a musical one. His love for instruments and music was pretty impressive. He was his music director's prodigy, talented in every musical way possible. Back at home, he'd always be humming tunes and such, the ones his music teacher would have them play. In other words, Pat was a band geek.

What was it he mainly played...the saxophone, was it? I hadn't heard that word in ages. Even if he did lug it behind him almost all the time. It made him happy.

"I don't know...I guess musics one of the ways that help me forget about things...and just be myself. It makes me feel real." He would say.

He could never play it. I've told him not to. His saxophone is just too loud and obnoxious. It was a large instrument, so i could never risk it.

He would never let it go. He's just so attached to the thing. Even though the case is enormous, he never complains as he's lugging it behind it where ever we go. Though he knows he shouldn't play it, I know he's just dying to play.