My civilisation (D.D)

Sixty seven: The calm before the storm.

As I finished my third drawing of the day I took a deep breath and checked that they were okay.

Tara and Denise.
Alexandria.
Me and Daryl on our wedding night.

Were the three recent pictures that I had drawn after adding Denise Deanna Jessie sam and Ron to the back of my book.

Sighing I closed the sketch book and placed it back in my draw before I took out the Polaroid pictures I had and stuffed them in my jeans pocket. I had a bad feeling about today and if anything happened I wanted these photos.

Closing my drawer did I notice that no one had made the bed and it was messy as fuck. Daryl was the biggest wriggler there was during the night and you'd find his pillows everywhere in the morning.

Shaking my head I'd figure that I'd do it later.

Stomping down the stairs I noticed that Rick was pottering around in the kitchen. As I knitted my brows together I approached Rick and asked what an earth he was doing.

"I made breakfast."

"Why?"

"Well I was making breakfast at home but didn't have the right ingredients and you did so I figured I'd make you breakfast to. Also Daryl said you were feeling sick early this morning."

Luckily I wasn't. Just stupid nausea.

"Well I'm not complaining." I chuckled.

Although this would probably make me bloat. I've been bloating a lot lately. Crazy right? But I love pancakes to much to complain.

"Where's Daryl?"

"He's gone of for a walk he'll be back soon. Am I not good enough for you?"

"I just need to talk to him is all." He chuckled.

As he held the pan in his hands did he begin to flip the pancakes with the spatula as they sizzled.

"Finished." He smiled placing two pancakes on the kitchen counter. He looked very pleased with himself as though he had won a competition and I chuckled.

"Thank you Rick."

"Right, I'd better get back. Carl will be wondering where I went."

"Alright...wait Rick."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we killed Negan?"