Left to Wander • • Daryl Dixon

Chapter Nineteen

What awaited us inside was quite shocking, a small empty meeting area sat untouched. Sure, stray papers, napkins, garbage, and dust was littered everywhere but empty none-the-less. We had made sure the whole group got into the prison safely and without harm. We all looked around curiously with interest at what would be our home for the time.

"What do you think?" Rick questioned, everyone most likely thinking the same thing. Well it's a dirty hole... But it could be safe. I, for one was more than happy to live in a dirt hole if it was safe and I could kick back. Even sleep without fear.

"Home, sweet, home." Glenn mumbled under his breath which made me giggle. Honestly this was the best home we have and have had for a while since the farm.

"It's secure?" Carol asked gently and I gazed at her gentle and curious expression, about to answer before someone answered for me.

"This cell block is." Rick reassured and Carol nodded in understandment. I looked through my stuff and made sure to find everything in order. My thoughts being interrupted.

"What about the rest of the prison?" Hershel asked curiously and I gave a small shrug. Only to hear Rick speak again.

"In the morning, we'll find the cafeteria and infirmary." Rick made another plan and I gave a little sigh exhausted from the day. I cracked my neck from side to side to relieve my sore muscles.

"We'll sleep in the cells?" Beth questioned and I gave a little giggle on accident, earning me a glare from Daryl. It made me silence the rudness of laughter as I gazed at Rick.

"I found keys on some guards. Daryl has a set too." Rick explained as I heard the slightest jingle of keys that he held.

"I ain't sleeping in no cage. I'll take the perch." Daryl declared as he climbed up the steps and started to set up his sleeping arrangement. I looked at the separating group to find sleeping cells and buddies and things of that nature.  I climbed the steps myself and found a cell on the top floor and cleaned up a little.

I had started to make my cell home. I unloaded my weapons and I taped the blanket over the cell door. Taking a deep breath and I laid back on the bed. It was a lousy excuse for a mattress but I gazed up at the top bunk. Before hearing the blanket rip down. I roll my eyes and I gaze over at the rugged man who stood in the doorway.

"Sorry did you need privacy?" He asked and I could tell he was hinting at something innapropriate. Laughter bubbled past my lips as I stood with hands on hips as she raised a messy brow.

"Did you want privacy? Cause you ruined any chance we'd get." I purred softly a teasing tone to my words and he gave the smallest growl as I noticed a little red tint rising to his face under the scruff. I grabbed the blanket and smiled throwing it on the bunk as I replaced it with a bottle of hard liquor. "Why not share a drink hmm?" I offered and smiled grabbing another bottle of alcohol. Opening the bottle and taking a long swig. The little bit of tipsiness went straight to my head as I let out a giggle.

"What's so funny?" Daryl grumbled as he opened up the beer with a knife and I gave the slightest shrug as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Nothing just... Simply enjoying this night. I mean, it may be the last one we have so? Why not make it memorable?" I questioned with another swallow of the alcohol. "So let's play a game hmm? Let's see how much you remember. How many tattoos do I have?" I started the little game as my blue eyes gazed up at his matching orbs.

"I don't know you have the stupid one on your wrist your thigh and one more right?" He questioned and I gave a nod as I raised the bottle with a grin.

"Ding ding ding! And what are they?"

"A deer, Aries and... Roses?" He asked curiously seeing if he was correct on his memory and I took another drink of the bottle as I placed down the now half empty bottle of booze.