A Broken Crossbow and Mic

Squeal to, 'A Crossbow and a Mic' (1D & Walking Dead FF/Horror) Please comment, vote and add to your library it'd mean a lot.

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*Darlene Dixon's Pov*

It's officially 2 years since this infernal apocalypse began. Two years since my chances of living a normal teenage life ruined. Not that my life has or was ever normal, being a Dixon in all.

I sighed following Liam. He ducked under yellow caution tape running over to the glass doors of the Walmart.

"What're up against, Li?" I asked.

Liam's finally warmed back up to me and talks to me, only. For some odd reason. But every now and then I call him, 'Li', or 'LiLi' even 'Leeyum' . Though he doesn't agree with Lee-yum. He hates it in fact he said it reminded him of his fans.

Fans! After months of knowing them I never knew that they were in a band before the virus broke out. To be honest I was furious after they told the truth but later I learned to accept it. 

Then last night Liam told me he loved me! As a sister of course. I think? No uses telling with him. . .

"We'll check 'round back." Daryl says.

I nod sitting beside Liam on the window sill as Beth and Daryl run around back to check.

Liam raises his leather jackets elbow, making contact with the dusty glass.

"Nothing, huh?" Beth says panting as she approached.

"Nope-I stand corrected." I laugh as two walkers slam against the windows, they're mouths pressing firmly against the glass cleaning the dirt off.

"Ssh." Daryl hushes me as we gracefully enter the Walmart.

Beth and Liam still by the window distracting the walkers.

I pull back the ropes on my crossbow loading it then aiming. The arrow flies through the air and collies with the geek. The walker's head jerks back as it slumps to the ground lifeless. This causes the other geek to notice and forget the other to meat sacks by the window. The walker growls hungrily. Daryl takes his switchblade out wrapping his slender fingers around the handle the blade facing downward. He crab-like stalks the walker then plunges the metal into the skull of living cropse.

I bang on the window with my fists allowing Beth and Liam to know to come in.

I press my foot to the walkers head and grasp my arrow. I push down with my foot and pull upwards with my hand. In one swift motion the arrow is lifted from the walkers head. I wipe the access slimmy dark red off on the walker's clothing, placing the arrow back into it position in my bow.

"Kay," Liam claps his hands together. "What's on the list?" he asks looking over my shoulder.

I pulled out the crumbled piece of paper looking down at the scribbles that Niall and Harry called words. Pft! They tried to remember things that we have that they also get in England that they'd want or need which was slightly difficult for them to comprend.

The list read: 

. . .

-Apples

-Potatoes

-Carrots

-Chocolate

Good luck to us on findkng that. 

-Green beans

-Coats

-Blankets & pillows

-CDs

CDs? Really these Brit's.

"We'll spread out and find these and anything else useful." I said taking a look around.

Daryl scoffed walking away with a basket. Beth giggled to herself taking a cart and skipping away happily.

I laughed, "Liam what are you doing?" I asked as he grabbed a cart.

"Gettin' me a trolley, now hop in." he ordered.

"Trolley?"

"Oh right your American!" he teased helping me in.

Liam placed his hands under my armpits lifting me above the trolley and into it.

"Now hold on." He said.

"What?" I stared at him confused.

"Ah-ah!" I shrieked as he began running then hoped onto the cart.

I gripped on for dear life as Liam smiled his cheeks a burning red with laughter filling the air. We skidded to a stop.

"First stop." he laughed as I dizzily climbed out of the trolley wobbling to and fore. "Woah!" he steadyed me by holding my forearm.

"That wasn't funny at all." I whined shoving goods into the basket.

"Well I was just trying to lighten the mood." Liam huffed. "It's not ever day we can be happy now a days." he argued having a good point.

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"I think we're done here." Beth giggled picking up various grocery bags full of goodies.

"Agreed." I chuckled taking a couple sacs.

"Now I wish we had brought the car with us." Liam complained as we begun walking back to the bus.

After what felt like hours we arrived at half point. I sighed lifting the bags I had higher trying not to loose my grip.

"Darlene?" a familiar voice rang.

I spun on my heel looking behind me. The grocery bags slipped from my palms as I stared in shock.

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A/N: Please comment, vote and add to your library it'd mean a lot.

Happy Birthday to Mr. Louis Tomlinson ya' crazy monkey.

~Kitty (pronounced Kid•die)