My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Perfect || 11

Alex's Point of View

In the distance the sun rises over the crowded horizon full of walkers, people tiredly start emerge from their trailers, and nearest to me lies a snoring man. "Perfect," I declare for the whole world to hear, "This is perfect." When I was a young girl I never imagined that my knight in shining armor would be an angry redneck. Neither did I think that my love life would begin in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. But, I always seem to do the impossible and I'm glad that our love is unique.

The grumpy man embracing me groans, "What the hell are ye' rantin' on about this time?" Every part of myself wants to roll over and look right into his eyes. I'm ranting about you, I consider telling him.

"I'm just reflecting on how perfect the weather is," I lie straight through my teeth. Starting a relationship off with lying isn't the best thing to do, but I don't think either of us are ready to talk about last night or what it meant. We're both immature and stuborn idiots. That being said, we both need time to evolve to be our best selves before even considering being a couple.

"What the hell are ye' talkin' 'bout? It's almost winter," he remarks as his grip on me loosens and he gets up. Something odd happens as I see him casually shake sand off of his back. I become intrigued.

Nothing will ever be the same between us.

Five minutes later our instincts land us in the center of commotion. On the top of today's agenda is a supplies run. Everyone's been on the edge lately and I think it will be more reassuring to have those things when the colder weather arrives. "Alright, I'm in charge of this run," Rick announces, "We'll need as much stuff as you can get." I start to feel nervous because I'm not sure I'll be able to meet his expectations on what to bring back.

"Groups?" Abraham states with an inquisitive tone. I'd never really got to know him, but judging by his appearance and stature I can conclude that he is a serious man. On the other hand, his friend Eugene seems like a bit of a weakling. And seriously, does he think that his mullet is appealing to the eye? Being as frail as glass in this world is and huge disadvantage. When that thin outer shell shatters, nothing is left to help defend yourself from daily harms and the corrupt. So, my best advice for him would be to start being a man or at least someone who can stay strong when needed.

Then again, I can't be one to talk. I also have my moments of insecurity.

Rick went on about plans and routes and groups. It all was a lot to take in, but it was all worth it when he stated that Daryl and I would be travelling together. Alone.

"Any questions?" The sheriff scanned the small crowd, searching for anyone with a hint of confusion. "Alright, we'll start heading off at noon." And with a small smile painted on his face he left.

"Perfect," I couldn't help blurting out as I exhaled. Perfect night being followed by a lucky day. What else could anyone ask for? My mind wandered back into the gleaming light of concentration, you could wish for food, idiot. Life during an apocalypse can't revolve around Romeo and Juliet, but instead the living and the dead. Right now everyone I hold dear to me is alive and that's what I should be thankful for. God, although I did wish that Chuck would just drop dead. Now he is a person who has been reading too much of A$$#@&$ 101.

"Alex, what the hell have ye' been goin' on about today? Perfect? What the ###$ is that supposed to mean?" Daryl looks at me, hidden in his eyes a lie a faint feeling of playfulness.

I decide to retaliate with an equal amount of subtle joy, "I don't know." His mouth dropped agape as if he was waiting for me to say more. But, as the saying goes, actions are worth more than a million words. Therefore, it seems totally logical that I make some gesture rather than telling him that I'm a hopeless romantic.

Slowly, I strut away like one of those Victoria's Secret models. Putting one foot in front of the other I try not to trip over anything. That'll show him not to mess with me, I smirk as I turn around to face him again. However, to my surprise I didn't have to look far for him. There, standing a mere inch away from my face was Daryl.

"You're temptin' me now, Pettinger," he huffs, arms securing me tightly to his chest. I found this as a key moment to tease him. After all, we are childish at heart.

"Well then, guess I should keep doing it." Nothing. I get no response from him, which is kind of sad because I love it when he's frustrated. Using a flirtatious voice I say, "You know it's not fun when you don't play along..."

"I don't know the rules." Going as slow as possible, he leans toward me and bends down to my height. "Can you teach me?" In the moment the person who does the messing with becomes the one who is messed with.

"I... I..." Everything that is spat from my mouth becomes a huge pile of unformulated vowels and words. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four minutes. Time is extended temporarily, each minute becoming hours and every hour becoming days. Speechless, I glare at him, his lips curling into a smug smirk. Oh, how he probably enjoyed basking in my sorrow. Out of words, and quite frankly ideas, I slither away from him with my cheeks burned with the mark of Dixon.

"You are a cruel one Mr. Dixon..."

Finally! Sorry, I know you all are probably pissed at me for not making their kiss flourish into some immense love story. But, I can reassure you that it will happen eventually. Just be patient and I swear it'll be amazing! (Note: I know there are typos and I'll try to fix them, but I am not the greatest at editing.)

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