My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Racing Towards Love || 13

Alex's Point of View

After briefly reviewing the plan with each other we started to travel off into different directions. The only important things I remember were that we needed to stay close to our partners, to gather as many things as possible, and to travel back before nightfall or find cover if we can't make it back to camp. In all honesty I wouldn't mind staying out here with the walkers because it beats having to be living in the same place as Chuck.

"So, where are we going?" I dig for answers and for conversion that could lessen the awkward silence that has grown between us. Talking isn't really my strongest point anymore because I'm always afraid that I'll say the wrong thing that could end up killing us both.

"Well, while ye' were doin' God knows what we were working our @$$#$ off trying to make a plan. Rick and the others are going a couple miles West. They say there's some sort of town out there." He vaguely addresses my question and doesn't explain where we are going.

"Okay, but where are we going?" Again he disregards my question and starts to walk ahead of me, only to stop short and shoot an arrow threw a walker's head. "Thanks for the answer!" I call out in a sarcastic tone.

More and more miles of road are being covered, and yet we still managed to come across absolutely nothing. Nada. Not even a single house or structure. I'm just hoping that the others are having luck finding things or else we're screwed for the winter. My sympathetic heart, full of protective spirit, wouldn't allow for Carl or any of the other kids back at home to starve.

But then again, I got to keep my health in mind too. "Daryl, my legs are killing me. Can we please stop?" I whine like a little toddler who is fed up with not getting their way. When we first started to walk to the trailer park I'd acted the same way. Isn't it funny how after all of the things I've been through since then, I still haven't changed?

"Not until we find somethin'; food, water, or anything," he tells me.

Daryl's Point of View

Alex sure as hell can complain a lot, and I must say that it isn't her best quality. But heck, I ain't no perfect prince either. We've walked for about three hours and we still got nothin.' Rick and the rest of them should just get the ###& out of this sorry dump. Wherever Alex is safe is where I'll go, and quite frankly this place doesn't seem so problem proofed anymore. Also, that prick Chuck seems a little off. He's always lookin' Alex up and down, callin' her by inappropriate nicknames. I might as well just shove a gun to his head because he's no better than the demented people roamin' these streets.

"Hey, where were ye' when everyone was about to leave?" I turn to her, suddenly very curious about her whereabouts. I was cooped up in that trailer waiting for her to walk in, but she never did. I thought I'd gotten her mad until she came up to me with absolutely no hate in her eyes. The only other thing I can think of that would keep her occupied would be Chuck. That @$$&#$#.

"Nowhere," she shrugs like she got somethin' she ain't telling me.

"Ye' know ye' can tell me anything Pett." Her pace starts to get faster and she walks past me.

"I don't wanna talk about it." A friend would respect her privacy and leave her alone. That would be great and all, yet I'm not just any friend. Between her and I is a special thing, somethin' unexplainable but at the same time amazin.'

Alex's Point of View

Too many questions are being asked, too many to answer. I try to ignore them all and just keep walking. If I walk far enough maybe I can escape all imaginable conflict. Maybe, just maybe.

As I was about to give up on this journey I spot a small dot on the horizon, just a speck of hope among this sea of misery. For all I know it could be a walker or God coming to judge the living and the dead. Although as my parents once said, and I quote, "A little bit of something is better than nothing." Silly as it may have seemed when I was 10, it is actually really wise of them. Excitement grows and expels itself threw my feet. Faster, faster I run until the small point becomes a roof. A window. A door. A house.

"Daryl! Daryl, look I found a house. Yes! Oh my God!" I laugh and run back to him and jump onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Like a monkey my legs clamp themselves onto was his waist. Finally something has made me smile on this stupid excursion. Now Daryl is smiling too, rough lips curved the slightest bit.

We just hang there in the same position, unfazed by the sun that is rocking itself to bed. "I love it when you--," I try to say before being cut off by Daryl's lips. Needing to know that I'm loved, I tilted my head down and tried to add more passion to the kiss.

When we move away at last he sets me down onto the road, gently and with little effort. "Let's go and look in that house," he acts as if nothing happened.

Fine, if he wants to play that game let it be. Deep down I know that he cares and that's all that matters. "Race you there!" I scream like a child. Hey, I did say that I was immature.

"Ye' ain't beatin' me today Pett!" Both of us bolt down the path to make up for the time we spent looking for a place to raid. Neck and neck, we trot harshly and I look to my left. There, with a huge grin taped to his face, is my redneck. My savior. My one and only.

Do I really love him? My subconscious tries to mess with my feelings.

Hell yeah, I love him so much.

I know that this chapter is short. I'm sorry! Please don't kill me. (😂) At the end I tried making it better by adding a little cute scene. Just one of the many ideas I had in mind. Some of them are good, I swear. And who else is pissed at Chuck? I've created a monster and now I hate him. To see more of this stuff just don't forget to vote, comment, and share with others. Buh-Bye! (Extra Note: That was a Markiplier thing. Okay, I'll leave now.)

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