The Walking Dead

Ch46 Claimers

Rory's POV

I am sitting on the couch with Carl as he wrapped his arms around me and placed his head on my shoulder. The lit fireplace is helping us to keep warm from the cold breeze of the wind entering in some part of the house... Honestly, I'm like doing a story time with kids on how I say things... Let's just keep it simple... Carl and I are cuddling on the couch to keep ourselves warm... See? Simple.

"I miss this." He said as he tightened his arms around me. "Don't ever go without me again. Like the incident that happened to you yesterday." He said. "You're so protective." I said. "That's what boyfriends do." He said as he kissed my forehead. "You're one lucky girl. Y'know that?" She chuckled. "No one's ever lucky to have you." I joked. "Ouch" He said as he placed his right hand on his heart and acted like he's hurt a lot.

"What's important about your Hummer anyway?" He asked me with a little sign of annoyance. What did I even do? "I left my other guns there." I said as I looked at him and he looked a little pissed... Boys... "And why did you left it there?"  He asked me in a very serious tone. "I just thought that if I get to Terminus, I can get my Hummer back." I defended myself. He placed his hand on his head and sighed in a pissed tone. "Why did you even left without telling me?" He asked as he looked at me like he's gonna explode or something. "I don't want you to worry." I said as I let go of him. "But you made me worry much more when I don't know where you are." He suddenly said in a soft voice... You can't really predict this boy... "I'm sorry." I finally admitted.

"Just let me know okay?" He said as he hugged me again. "I lost you twice already. And I won't let that happen anymore." He said as he brushed my hair behind my air. I melted on his words 'cause. Look, no guy ever talked to me like that before. Carl just suddenly changed. When we're back in the prison, he doesn't say words like that to me before. 

"Look, I know that you're wondering for why I'm acting like this. But, seriously, I ain't acting these things out. Look, back in the prison, I don't talk to you like this 'cause I thought that there ain't any more bad things that're gonna happen like the prison being destroyed or you being separated from me. And the biggest regret that I ever made in our relationship is... not proving myself to you." He said and I hugged him tightly. "You proved enough." I mumbled on his chest.

A little time of silence came and Rick finally came home with Michonne and Max. I quickly pulled away from Carl and I started to pretend that I'm fixing something. "Did the two of you had fun?" Rick asked me. "It's a'ight." I said like I'm almost saying alight. "Hey Boy." I said as Max jumped on me. "We actually caught a few frogs and... that's all." Rick said. "Not to worry we still have the canned ones." I said.

"So, anyway, I'm gonna make up the rules about our food. Is that okay, sir?" I told Rick. "It's yours." He said. "We are goin' to have one can each for one day. Now, we need to work it up on our own on how we can save it. Example, I have one can of sausages and it's up to me on how I can save it in one day like, me having three meals a day so, I'm gonna divide it. Know what I mean?" I said and they all gave me a confused look.

"How am I gonna put this?" I mumbled as I placed one hand on my forehead.

"I'm gonna give you, each, guys a can and it's all up to y'all on how you're gonna save it in one day." I finally said. "Okay."They all said at the same time.

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Alright so, I'm kinda uneasy doing his POV 'cause I'll be just like... end up with one or two paragraphs but... here it goes.

Daryl's POV

"You're kinda getting a hand in claiming, Daryl." Joe said. Now I actually kinda hate this Joe guy. He has this rule like survival of the fittest kind of thing. Y'see, the first time I saw him, I punched him hard on his face. He has this white hair and he's kinda old. Actually, he is their leader. Not my leader. I never even agreed to be with them. I'm just like a guy who's passing by them.

Now the thing that you actually need to do to survive is to claim. For example, I saw a can of sardines and before anyone can have it or claim it...whatever... you need to say "claimed" and if you say that word, no one will ever touch the material that you claimed. Now, I kinda prefer on calling him 'The Leader of the "claiming" Merry Men' Like it?

I just ingnored him on what he said and proceeded walking.

Now, last day. We encountered a group of people. They were trying to claim... claim! Why can't I just stop saying that word?... Trying to get a Hummer until Joe's son tried to stop em but still failed. They got away.

I'm actually mad at this kid 'cause he's this blond, direspectful, manipulative, little kid. He actually has this same attitude as his dad. He always want things fair and square like he's the one who'll mostly say "Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers" He's like that. They're all like that.

"Hey Darylina." His son, Zach, suddenly came behind me. No one has ever called me like that except for my brother. If Rory's here, she would sure give him a hell of a detention. If Rick, Carl, Beth, Joshua, Rory's here, he's gonna have a hell of a detention.

If Rick's his teacher, Rick's gonna shout at him like saying, "Watch Your Mouth!" 

If Rory's here, she's gonna be back in her own bad-ass style like she's telling him "You better fucking shut your mouth up or you wanna do this the hard way. 'Cause one thing I know for sure is your gonna have one hell of a detention." She always has the longest words to say.

Well of course, Zach's gonna answer back to her and of course, Carl will stand up for her. He'll be like "Hey asshole, shitface! You better watch who your talking to!" That's the manly Carl.

Well, if Beth's here, she'll be like, "Zach! Don't talk to them like that! They're older than you!" Yup! That's Beth. To kind to kill a walker.

And if my son is here. Hell! He'll stand up for everything. "Hey! That's my dad and my leader and my friends! Now, you better shut up! Or else!" Yup that's my son. The one-handed Dixon. Aside from my brother.

"Shut up, Zach!" I shouted at him. "Aww, the tough redneck ain't that fully grow yet." One of the claimers, Len, said. He is also this archer but he ain't using a crossbow. He's more of the bow and arrow type of guy. 

I hate Len's guts 'cause he'll mostly just tease me and if killing is just allowed here, I could've killed him right now. I just ignored Len and Zach. "Shut up, son. You don't want our toughest redneck to leave, right?" Joe spoke which brang silence to the whole group. Joe is kinda nice to me but I know that he's only doing that 'cause he respects my crossbow. He told me that when I pointed my crossbow at him.

I was actually kinda wondering if that's Rory's Hummer. Look, I know that she ain't dead. I saw some tracks that're fit to her and it's still fresh. Well, I think that it's hers. And what makes me wonder is that I saw some dog tracks with them. There are actually three pairs of footprints. One from an older person, one from a kid, and one from a dog. The kid's probably Rory.

If I could just leave, I could've just wander off in the forest and go track for 'em.

Sorry if it took me so long. I was just dealing with my stuff and things and I tried to update as soon as I can. So, here it is. An update.

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