Wanderlust

Close quarters

Daryl stared at the furious girl staring holes into him and sighed deeply. Rick really had no idea what he had asked of him. Deciding the best course of action would be to ignore her, he brushed past her without so much as a glimpse in her direction. Hearing stomps behind his footsteps he knew she was not about to give up this fight.

"Why are you still here? Why didn't you leave?!?" she accused

Daryl wanted to stop and give it right back to her but he was tired and didn't feel like entertaining her certain kind of wacko. Speeding up his stride, he sighed in relief when he didn't hear her footsteps anymore. Feeling a sharp pain in his head, he stopped and looked down at the rock that had caused the pain. Turning around slowly, he stared at the girl who was clenching another rock in her fist ready to assault him again. That was it. He seriously had enough. Charging back towards her, he watched in disbelief as she placed her hands on her hips and raised her chin in complete defiance. He was twice her weight and could knock her around like a rag doll but she still was not afraid. With his chest heaving in anger, as was hers, they stared each other down waiting for the other to make the first move. Time seemed to stand still as a cloud of anger and passionate hate engulfed them. Finally gypsy spoke.

"I asked you a question and you will NOT ignore me. Why are you still here? Why didn't you leave?" she gritted through her teeth.

Daryl could not believe the audacity of this chick.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's your leaders idea. I don't want to be here anymore than you don't want me here. You have a problem with this then talk to him" Daryl spat back

Gypsy stared at him, not entirely sure what to say to that.

"Fine. Stay away from me.......and from Shiva" Gypsy barked back

Daryl stared at her for a second and still could not believe how highly she thought of herself. Lowering his face so it was less than an inch from hers, Daryl glared as hard into her eyes as he could.

"Fine by me" he growled

Gypsy sniffed and rolled her eyes as she pushed past him heading straight for king Ezekiel. Daryl watched her go in utter disbelief. How in the hell could someone hate him so much without even knowing him? Shaking his head, trying to get the thought of her out, Daryl headed back to where his group had spent the night. He needed some time to himself and to regroup from the verbal and physical assault from that little spitfire.
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King Ezekiel shook his head and smiled softly after seeing the exchange between Daryl and Gypsy through his window. The passion between the two was unmistakable and they would end up being either one of the greatest love stories, or killing each other. Ezekiel was of course hoping for the love story, but after seeing Gypsy chuck a rock at Daryl's head he had some concerns about it turning the other way. He was impressed with the restraint Daryl showed after that, he wasn't sure he could have done the same. That rock looked like it hurt. Gypsy was a handful....quick to judge, quick to hate and quick to fight, but if Daryl could somehow win her over, he would never know anyone more loyal.

"Ezekiel!" he heard her screetch storming down the hallway

Ezekiel sighed and braced himself for the hell that was on his threshold. Watching his door fling open, he stared at the young girl that was absolutely beside herself.

"Ezekiel" she breathed, trying to gather herself.

"Hello Gypsy" Ezekiel smiled "what can I do for you?"

"Sir, I don't understand why that man from the new group is still here and why you would be the one that would want him to stay" Gypsy said in earnest.