My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Headin' Back || 16

Alex's Point of View

"$h##!" I hear Daryl shout, ultimately awakening me from my slumber. The room is barely lit, leading me to believe that it was barely dawn. Why would he be waking me up this early in the morning?

"Daryl? Are you okay?" I croak, rubbing the darkness out of my eyes. He must not be in the house because I can't see him or his stuff. Unless it was an emergency, I don't give permission for him to leave me. Not again. Too much happens when Daryl's not looking.

Then, while I was rushing to slip my boots on, I see Daryl come through the door with a couple squirrels. "Daryl! You f#$#### scared me you @$$," I scorn him. Like a child, I throw small punches in his direction out of anger.

"Calm down, woman. I was just gettin' us some damn breakfast," he tries to explain, calming me temporarily. Even though being apart from him gives me anxiety, I can detect that his actions were done as a kind gesture. Man, why must I always be so distraught?

"Ye' gonna help me cook this, or not?"

I reply to him as he swings the rodent from side to side, "Actually, I'm not hungry. We should get going, we gotta get all this stuff back. Speaking of which, what's the game plan, Dar Bear?"

"Sweetheart, if ye' call me that one more time I'm--"

"So I'm Sweetheart now, huh?"

"Shut up," he smirks at me, "I'm just gonna cool this stuff up. You pack the s#/$ up."

"Okay," he walks back outside to start skinning the creatures, "Dar Bear."

"I heard that!" I laugh, thinking about how much we resemble a real couple. Was that what we were? In the midst of everything I'd assumed that we were, well, in a relationship. All the kisses, loving and passionate. The way I cared for him, how he cared for me. The lonely, depressing feeling I felt when I couldn't hug his muscular body. Everything, as I imagined, was a result of our undying love. Maybe I'd ask him about our status later, but right now all I had to worry about was hauling this $##& out of the house.

Now fully awake, I started searching through the covers and piling cans of food high in caloric value into a stained backpack. The supply was endless; green beans, corn, potato slices, chocolate pudding. Next, I had to collect as many weapons as I could carry. If the group doesn't get them, we'll run out of protection real quick. As I finish up packing, a kind of appetizing smell floats into the room.

"Mm..." I exhale, my nose pleased by the aroma. On que, Daryl walks in with their meal. In his hands were the squirrels, now seared and peppered. I looked up at Daryl who proudly admired his work. How cute, I noted as my stomach growled. Slowly, I approached him and inhaled the mixture of muskiness and the meat. It's not the most ideal nutrients source, but it will do and so I tear a piece off and toss it in my mouth. "This is great, really. Thanks, Daryl."

He grunts in response and takes a look around, "Did you clear everything out?"

"Yeah, I grabbed all of the edible food and the weapons are over there," I point behind him in the direction of the couch. "Only thing that's left are the few kitchen knives, but I figured we had enough of those already back at camp." I throw the backpack over my shoulders and motioned for us to leave. Sunlight is obstructed by the clouds above, and I can't help thinking about what was to come. What are we going to do about Chuck? Are Daryl and I gonna go public? Will the supplies we collected be enough? Annoyed with all this thinking I kick a pebble a few feet, walk up to it, and fo it again. Eventually I lost the rock and made up for it's absence by grinding my shoes on the asphalt.

Daryl's Point of View

Somethin' is up with Alex. Hell, maybe I'm crazy but I don't think it's normal for her to be so quiet. Usually she's jumpin' around and callin' me stupid nicknames. Dar Bear, the title echoes in my head as I watch her ruin her shoes. Could it be Chuck? I know she doesn't like him, but I thought I made it clear that I was gonna keep her safe.

This continued for some time, and I couldn't take it anymore. For the first time in my life I am uncomfortable with silence. "Alex, ye' wanna tell me what's the matter?"

Surprisingly she answers, "Everything. I know you say it's all gonna be okay, but you know it's hard to trust in a world that has gone to $#&#. Chuck owns the trailer park, so it's literally impossible to try and overthrow him and his people. How do we know the others are okay with this? Also, there's another thing and its dawning on me even more than the other thing. I mean, Daryl, what--,"
Abruptly, she stops herself. Her head falls down and her brown, beautiful locks of hair create a veil around her face. If I didn't know better, I'd reckon​ she's embarrassed

"What'cha say?" Maybe I didn't hear what she'd said. She stands her ground.

Barely above a whisper I hear, "What are we." Fu@$&$$ great. Do I gotta answer this? How would I? I've never been in love with nobody. Hell, I don't even know what it means to really love anyone. Tell her you love her, you big retard. All of this s#@$ is overwhelming. I know I gotta do somethin.'

"We're somethin.' And somethin' is better than nothin.'"

Alex's Point of View

"Yeah, I guess we're somethin.'" I say, sounding slightly disappointed. Why did I think I was gonna be scooped up in his arms? After all, I'm just some girl he met in the middle of nowhere. I'm a nobody to him. What I didn't expect was tears streaming down my face, hot and quick. Quickly I turn away. "Better hurry up, they're probably wondering where we've been."

"Alex, are ye?' Ye' cryin?'" He tries to grab my shoulder in an attempt to turn me around, but to no avail. I walk a little faster, faster than him. "Stop, Pett!" Even though I'm tired, I push myself until I'm out of sight of Daryl. I have to keep walking.

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Once again, I see the gates to the trailer park and signalled for the guards men to let me in. I've been here for a couple weeks, so they should know me by know. "Where's the redneck?" The one in blue denim smirks, "Get himself killed noodling for catfish."

"Haha, funny Luke. Now let me in before I whoop your ass."

"Sorry, Mrs. Stick Up My Ass. Just trying to have a little fun, but I see him over yonder." People on the other side start to use ropes, slowly pulling open the large gates. "Hey, how about you and me have some fun tonight in my trailer?" Luke grins at me, clearly selling something I wouldn't normally want. But then again, I don't even think Daryl likes me.

"Sure. Your trailer tonight. Bring alcohol. Lots of it. I'm gonna need it." I whisper the last part, barely audible to anyone but myself. This is going to be a long night.

Ay, what up. I'm back, and I'm upset because Carl is dead. (Sorry, might've spoiled that for someone.) It's like the Atlanta Three and--. I'm not gonna go off on the rant. (Heh.) But, hope you liked this chapter. I haven't updated a lot because I've been busy. Anyway, vote and stuff. Bye.