DARYL
Can see through the glass inserts in the doors, that Nate has sat her butt down on the porch steps. Waitin for me.
Slappin herself around the head while her body is shakin in what looks like pure fury.
No idea why, but I need to keep the peace. Especially seeing how these two are now gapin at each other in horror.
"Ummmm....real sorry about that. She's probably a bit tired. Emotional and shit I guess."
"Didn't understand a word of what she said. Can't imagine it was anythin good...." I kept mumblin to Reg and Deanna, but she cut me off.
"Daryl, there are definitely apologies to be made. Only they need to be from Reg and myself to Nate. The way I treated her....spoke down to her was totally unforgivable. I'm truly amazed at her composure."
"Though she's quite a feisty little one when she gets worked up, isn't she?"
What in the hell did she say to Nate to piss her off so much? And why the fuck is she actually smilin her ass off now?
"Feisty isn't exactly a word that'll adequately describe her. And I'm pretty sure Daryl will agree with me?" Morgan and I both share a knowing wink.
"I made the fatal mistake of judging a book by its cover, instead of thoroughly reading the contents. Oh....Reg! Go and have a look at the board, dear....hurry."
She sure seemed excited about somethin and Reg was speechless when he returned from the study.
What's going on now?
"I made assumptions about young Nate and let those assumptions grow without any basis. But it seems we've very seriously underestimated our Mrs Moriarty. I think she may have a thing or two to teach us" Deanna's grin widened even further....in what looked like anticipation?
"Who?" I ask confused.
She pointed to the writing on Nate's old backpack. Her maiden name.
"Nah, nah....she ain't ummmm....she's Nate Dixon" I reply absently as I pick it up....itchin to get outside to her.
"Ahhhh....that explains it then. You both seem to be acquainted, close even? Bit of attitude to go with the brains. Now I know who she takes after....you've taught her well."
"You must be thrilled to see your younger sister again, Daryl. No? Niece then perhaps?"
Damn! This woman sure doesn't learn from her mistakes very well, eh? 🤨
"Aaron....can yer bring Morgan over to the house once she's finished makin up ridiculous assumptions about him as well?" I ask my friend.
His face is a mask of shock too, cos of Deanna's lack of tact.
He and Eric didn't even bat an eyelid when I told them I was married. That's the kind of folk they are.
But the rest of the folk here?
The way they all look down their noses at me? Probably think if I was hitched? My missus would be a mail-order slave bride or a rube cousin....whatever.
I turn back to Deanna.
"Nate's the one who's always teachin me and not the other way round. Yer wanna survive? Then I suggest yer start listenin good to her too....as well as me and Rick."
"And for yer information? She ain't my niece, cousin, in-law, sister or otherwise. She's Mrs Nate Dixon. My wife" I finish with a smirk.
Loved seein the looks on their faces as I closed the door on them.
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionSemi-mature. Completed. Book Two picks up immediately from the last chapter of Home is You. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. She and fellow traveler Leo joined a group of survivors in Atlanta. Nate got her fi...
