Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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As I closed the door behind me I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Daryl sitting on the patio, leaning his back against the railings next to his crossbow.
Guess he just couldn't leave it in the armoury.
As he saw me he instantly got up onto his feet and intertwined his fingers within mine as he crouched slightly.
"How'd it go?"
"Fine. Got a job." I shrugged.
"Wha' job?"
"Tattoo artist."
"They 'ave all the equipmen'?"
"It would seem so...but don't worry I'll give you one for free." I winked standing on my tippy toes as I pressed my lips against his.
Pulling away I slowly stepped towards his crossbow and I picked it up bouncing it softly in my hands.
"Yunno Dixon you said you would teach me how to use this back at the prison when I took your shoes. But you never did."
He grunted as he took the crossbow out of my hands and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked over to where the rest of the group where standing.
"I'll teach yer real soon."
"You better asshole." I grinned as he kissed my temple after rolling his eyes playfully.
As we approached the rest of the group who were standing outside Ricks house, I'm guessing, I furrowed my brows and turned to Rosita who stood there with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What's going on?"
"We're all sleeping in Ricks house tonight." She sighed.
"Smart...just one night though right?"
"It better be."
I turned to face my redneck and put a hand on the side of his face.
"Guess we'll unpack everything tomorrow."
"If we stay."
"Yeah."
"'Ite."
As we all began to make our way into the house I saw Deanna walk up to us with a impressed look on her face.
