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.
I do not own any of the twd plots, scripts or characters other than my own. I do not own any GIF...
As the months passed everyone was overwhelmed with Joy when they found out me and Daryl had married.
Me and Daryl didn't make a big deal about it though, we simply thanked everyone and went about our business.
For once in our lives not much had happened. No attacks, no ambushes and no strangers.
Peace.
But I should have known it wasn't going to last.
Today Rick, Daryl and I were of to go and get some supplies.
As I tightened the ruck sack on my back me and Daryl made our way to the car where Rick was already waiting.
"Guess I'll take the back seat." I grumbled since the two men took the front seats.
"Sorry." Daryl smirked causing me to playfully hit his upper arm.
As Rick started up the car we made our way to find a truck filled with Food, drink, other useful shit, oh yeah, and a vending machine.
I watched the trees pass by through the glass and took a mental note of each place we passed, including signs, unique trees and other routes, this could come in handy if I ever got lost.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Daryl talk.
"Don't. Don't. Please don't."
But Rick played the radio anyway.
Give me the downbeat maestro...
As Rick began to click his fingers and sing along I clapped my hands together letting a small chuckle escape my lips at Daryl's annoyed facial expression.
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"Wha' yer laughin' at?"
"You asshole." I laughed.
***
As we prepared the truck full of goods and the vending machine we had found we all came to a stop when a strange man came speeding past us.
"Back up!" I growled pulling out my pistol.
Rick and Daryl were quick to follow my actions as the man held up his hands.
"Keep em up!" Daryl hissed.
"Woah easy guys! I was just running from the dead." The man said holding his hands up higher.
"How many?" I asked.
"10 maybe more. I'm not risking it. Once it gets to double digits. I start running."
