Comatose ➢ Daryl Dixon

Part I. Autumn Days

-Above is Emily-

"Dang it," I muttered out, ironing out the last few wrinkles on Otis's shirt, The beautiful Georgia sun was now pouring into my room followed by the sweet smell of pecan pie and my two little sisters bickering. They had a hard time agreeing, but all of us Greene's had a problem, daddy was a drinker. Maggie wasn't always on good terms with him, Beth was upset and I, well I could never decide.

I spent the last two years moving back and forth from daddy's house to a condo in Atlanta, switched jobs about five times and could never decide on a paint colour for my walls. It was quite funny, but I did miss those luxuries. If I wanted to change my walls to tickle me pink now, I'd have to risk my life, but that's just how it is.

All we did now was sit on the farm. We had our jobs and it kept everything running smoothly, my job was pretty much that of a housewife. I cleaned dishes, picked fruit, ironed clothes, cleaned the house and on occasion did my hair. I wasn't complaining, though, I'd rather be safe doing chores than be sick like the people in the barn.

Otis claims they're more than sick, but I know it's not true. He's said he's even killed a few on his hunting trips, but it's wrong. Killing one of them is murder and they'll snap out of it one day. Daddy believed this as well, disease always happened and humans always found a way to fix it. It's just like that, but it's only taking a little longer, that's all.

I knew I was right and it put a smile on my face as I finished up Otis's shirt and luckily it was right as he came barging in. He was dressed for the most part and his hunting rifle was dangling off his shoulder, he was ready to get his adventure started and I could tell by the impatient look on his face.

"Your shirt is done, but you best bring something good tonight. Maybe a deer." I joked while handing his shirt over to him. Otis wasn't one for joking about hunting, he took his hobby seriously, but I think that's why he became our ranch hand. He was quiet the worker and so was his wife Patricia.

They were a lovely couple and it's all I ever wanted. I wanted a functional happy relationship, I wanted to have children and be able to hear the pitter patter of their feet on fresh wood floors in our very own ranch. I was getting old, though, and at a time like this, well finding a guy would practically be impossible.

I shrugged the thoughts away, though, and folded up my apron. Tucking it away underneath my freshly cleaned sheets and walking downstairs to the kitchen where Patricia and Beth sat cleaning dishes. Beth, looked a bit down so I jumped up behind her and pulled her into a bear hug.

"What are you doin!" She hollered and pulled away almost instantly. Her face was red with anger and her eyebrows were scrunched up.

"I was just givin you a hug, where's Maggie?" I questioned and she rolled her eyes pointing towards our back door. Maggie could be seen outside the kitchen window brushing out one of our horses, she was mouthing something and kicking dirt around with her boots.

I mouthed a thank you to Beth and walked towards our back door. Maggie was aware of my presence as soon as I opened the creaky door. she turned to look at me, shot me a warm smile and threw me one of the brushes.

"You never really did this, daddy always had me brush them out. You were always busy with high school." She stated while I walked over and placed a kiss on Nelly's snout. It was true, I was the oldest and I never participated in taking care of the farm animals. I stayed indoors, did school and cleaned.

"Yeah, I know, what's wrong with Beth, though?" I asked, my eyes looking over at a depressed Beth who was sobbing into her hands at the counter. Her hands fiddled around with a dull butter knife and her other hand would occasionally wipe snot away.

"Sad, Annette, what happened to her, Beth isn't taking it well." She whispered out and I nodded in response. Beth couldn't handle things like this, she always wanted to find good, she wanted things to be positive, but life couldn't always be like that and when it wasn't, well Beth got into this state.

It was a sad sight to see, but she was strong and she'd get over it. I reset my stare onto Nelly when something popped into my mind. Everyone was so serious today and I needed to see someone smile at least once. I began to lightly giggle to myself to get Maggie's attention as she raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking about guys." I started with and plopped down onto the wood stump next to maggie. "I want myself... a redneck, they're yummy." I beamed and Maggie began to laugh and roll her eyes.

"You act like you're sixteen sometimes, Emily. Why a redneck?" She questioned as I crossed my legs, cleared my throat and fixed my hair.

"Cause, they're hot. I could just imagine a buff redneck, in a police costume..." I began with, practically drooling at my little description while Maggie shot me a disgusted look.

"Don't you finish that sentence, Emily," Maggie muttered out as I stood up from my spot and got closer to her. She was unaware of my presence right next to her so I whispered in her ear.

"Stripping."

With one quick movement Maggie jumped and shot me an evil look, she hated when I did this, but it always got her to smile in the end. "You're gross." She laughed out and pushed me backwards. "Get yourself a nice city boy, you liked Michael didn't you?" She inquired and I practically felt vomit come up, she didn't know.

"Maggie, he knocked me up, left after Tyler passed and stole all of my money. Do you think I liked him?" I questioned with my hands on my hip, from my point of view city boys didn't know what it was like to be a family. They saw money, nice houses, luxury items and skyscrapers, but for some reason, Maggie wanted one of them.

"I didn't know, just thought he left because his son died, they ain't all that--" Maggie was unable to finish her sentence due to a gunshot. It was close, dangerously close and it was only one. I was unprepared for something like this and I felt myself freeze. Otis never hunted this close to the farm, it couldn't be him.

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