You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 23: let's get the fuck outta here!

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"Hey ki-" I lept up and spring away from the voice with wild eyes. Daryl looked at me with surprised eyes as his hand is reached out.

I shake my head and roll my shoulders as I look at Daryl with a calmer state. I let out a small nervous laugh and apologize "Sorry, I don't like... react well to being woken up."

He nods and stands back from the door before opening the door and looking back at me with a "Yeh, well, breakfast. get dressed, Ill stand outside."

I flash him a grateful smile before giving him a shoo motion. he shakes his head and closes the door behind him.

I throw on a plain black tee with my mama's jacket, dark jeans and my boots, my rigs and everything on. My necklaces laced on a stainless steel chain I found and hand around my neck.

I knock on the door before opening it and smiling at Daryl before walking down to the dining room and smiling at the others and sitting next to Daryl.

I'm happy to say that my bruises aren't seen outside my clothes except for a purple finger on my neck so no one will know about what happened to me other than the others that were there.

I brush my hair back just as Rick enters looking haggard, I flash him a smile and try to tie my hair back just as it falls out of the braid "Fuck!".

Rick looks up and reached across to ruffle the rest of the braid out and chuckle "You should keep it down".

I twirl my hair between my fingers as Carl asked his father "Are you hungover, mom said you would be."

Rick groans slightly as Lori flashes me a thankful smile as she butters a piece a toast for her son as she muttered something about being right most of the time.

I look over and see Glenn bent over in his seat, groaning.

Hell, I'd think he was a walker if not for his sporadic cussing.

I open the leg pack that I have on at all times and crack open my pain meds sliding them over to him and tossing Lori the bottle, she smiles at me.

Suddenly T comes out with a 'kiss me I'm a Scot' apron with a pan of eggs.

I hold my plate up and allow him to scrap some extra that I'm going to give to Alec before calling out to T "I don't think that's yours, are you Scottish?"

T straightened as he put on a horrible accent "Aye, I am'.

I hold a hand over my mouth before standing and standing like a fuckboy before talking in a good accent "I'm Jamie Alexander Fraiser of the MacKenzie clan, Aye lassie de' ye unde'stand wha' i mea'?".

The others stare at me in bewilderment before I hear a voice that made the very blood run from my face as if it was a rabbit from a wolf.

I shake it off before sitting with a hardened expression as Shane made his greeting and walked behind me to grab his food.

"Feel as bad as I do?" he asked jokingly to T as he got some eggs, like he did nothing wrong. T reared back and stares at Shane before asking "The hell happened to you?".

I look over and my eyes were drawn to the three prominent scratch marks and some smaller ones on his collarbones.

Did I do that when I was trying to push him away?

Shane looked ignorant as he sat down, I froze up as he passed my chair but I saw Daryl protectively place his arm on the back of my chair. I loosen my body as Rick looked at his friend and clarified "Your neck."