Surviving Alexandria (BOOK THREE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Sweet Revenge

     A few days have passed since I found out about Rick and Carol's secret backup plan, and everything has been quiet. I did my normal shit in the infirmary, Daryl had been working on getting that motorcycle up and running, and Martinez had gotten Reg to make him a prosthetic for his arm, giving Merle a run for his money, to boot. Everything was normal, perfect. When Daryl and I came back from hunting a few days ago, everyone gave us the strangest looks. I mean, we were covered in dirt, sweat, rain, and carrying a bundle of dead animals, and I was covered in my own blood. I ended up rolling down the hill, forcing myself to get covered in dirt, telling them I tripped and fell. It seemed to work, but Rick's face said he wasn't convinced and he couldn't look at us the same for a while. I mean, I can't blame him, Daryl and I are a couple of freaks.

     Gabriel has been avoiding me at all costs, either he knows about what happened and is mortified, or he's still pissed off about what I did to Sister Rosemary. Either way, when I caught the slightest glimpse of him, he'd take off into his church and hide. I know killing Sister Rosemary could've been prevented if I had just called the police, but I had just killed a man the night before, I would've gone to jail and, according to what people had told me, people like me wouldn't last a night in jail. I did what I thought was right, dishing out my form of backstreet justice. I prevented the rape and exploitation of children, I don't feel bad. I used to, but now I know what I did was absolutely necessary.

     I woke up early this morning to see Daryl off, today was his first run outside the walls with Aaron. He was excited, even though he was putting on his best resting bitch face, he could barely sleep last night. It took a lot of convincing and a lot of sweat, but he finally tired out and managed to get a good night's rest. Daryl and I rode his bike down to the gate as we waited for Aaron to meet up with us. The bike ran smoothly, it wasn't pretty, but I think Daryl just missed the wind in his hair. Hunting, shooting his crossbow, being a badass, and riding motorcycles is what made Daryl... well, Daryl. I knew that losing his motorcycle back in Georgia was a major blow to him, but hopefully this motorcycle is here to stay.

     Darl leaned against his motorcycle as I stood in front of him, embracing him in a gentle hug. "I mean it, Daryl, ya best come back."

     "I told ya I wasn't goin' anywhere." Daryl smiled. "I'll be back before the day is out."

     "Ya better, because I ain't lookin' forward to goin' to bed alone."

     "Me either, especially after last night." Daryl smirked. "Ya should tire me out like that more often."

     "Come back home and I just might."

     "How long do we gotta wait?"

     "Just a week." Daryl tossed his head back and groaned. "Relax, just because we can't do that, don't mean that I can't please ya another way."

     "Your eye? Because I could totally skull fuck the shit outta ya." Daryl smirked.

     "Daryl!" I playfully smacked his arm.

     "I'm kiddin', babe." Daryl chuckled. "Nah, whatever we do, ya know I'm always lookin' forward to it."

     "Sweet, I'll break out the shackles."

     "Gross." Spencer winced in disgust as he approached the gate. "Do you have to talk about that in public?"

     "You're just jealous I got a woman who'll bend 'er ass over for me." Daryl grumbled.

     "Daryl!" I exclaimed.

     "Again, gross." Spencer laughed. "So, I take it you got a visit from mother nature?"