Dixons daughter

7. Part 2

I had to jog lightly to keep up with Carl due to me being very short. Occasionally he would turn around and glare at me for not keeping up with him. We were quiet until we got to the room where I guess I was meeting this 'Daryl' he stopped me and smirked.

"Careful" he grinned sending a shiver down my spine. I glared and then huffed.

"What this time Carl" I rolled my eyes.

"One wrong move and Daryl will chew you up spit you out and beat you to a pulp" at this point nothing's phased me with this boy or anyone else.

"Well as they say where I'm from..." he looked confused "eso si qe es. It is what it is." I smiled before turning into the cell hearing "what the fuck. Since when did she speak Spanish" he questioned out loud. I smirked before turning to Rick and smiling.

"Hey there Ari, how was gardening"? I grounded "could be better" he laughed before starting. "This is Daryl" a man with an angel winged vest turned to me before his jaw dropped. "The hell" he mumbled under his breath eyes wide.

"Hi I'm Ari" I held out my hand to shake but all he did was shake his head. I was confused and somewhat scared thinking Carl was right and here came a final blow.

"Good Jesus how you e grown" Rick and I looked at each other confused before turning back to Daryl. "Come give your dad a hug Arlo June Jackson. Or should I say Dixon"

I gasped tears burning my eyes as he came towards me for a hug. He swallowed me up into his big fatherly embrace. "Daddy" I sniffles out letting a tear drop.

Hey guys. This was all gonna be in one update but I got lazy. Oops? But honestly the next update is going to be sooner and longer. It's going to flow better now that I'm getting it going but there's gonna be come father daughter bonding and some Carl and Arlo moments soon. Thanks so much for reading

-Beanie🍍