NATE
Luckily, my knife falls with a clatter to the floorboards. Before my fist whips up to stuff itself in my mouth. It's all I can do....to not pass out from overwhelming shock.
"Baby Doll? Oh....OH...."
IT'S LEO!
Not a Walker and not a mirage....it's Leo?
HOW....????
Stumbling towards him, I burst into tears. Our arms grabbed each other and we sank to the ground. Sobbing our hearts out while touching each other's faces over and over again. As if we couldn't believe this was really happening.
I can't....
"Nate....Oh....my silly little virgin. What took you so long? I've....we've all been waiting for you to catch up since Georgia. WHERE IN THE FUCKING HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, LITTLE MISS? "
Leo's voice started out soft but ended in ear-splitting fury. Well....as furious as his upper-class British accent would allow. British that now holds a hint of a Latino twang to it.
Just as Deanna thought I was a Southerner.
"Well, you know how it is" I respond shakily, my sobs of relief and shock gradually dying down.
"Big sale at Agent Provocateur in Atlanta. Deffo had to go check that one out. Then on the way here? So many people to visit and social events to attend. Partay....partay....partay."
"Baby Bitch" He grumbled before yanking me into his arms and kissing my head hard.
"Oh, Leo. I thought I'd never see you again, yet here you are. Safe, sound and....pumped? " I rock back on my heels and then take a really good look at him.
His hair is now shorter. No longer floppy, long and rakish. I trace a finger along the jagged scar on his cheek that continues up past his eye. Wincing at the thought of how he might've gotten it.
He looks older and tougher....yet still devilish?
It's his body that's changed the most, though. As everyone else's has I suppose? My lithe Englishman has gotten himself some muscle. Certainly not a patch on my Daryl, but noticeable to what he was before.
As I ran my hands down to his, my eyes latched onto a slight movement near the door.
Leaning against the wall, arms folded....watching us with a small smile and watery eyes....was Jorge.
Letting go of Leo, I find my feet and blindly stumble over to him. He wrapped me up like the big bear he is. Rocking me gently in his arms as he kissed my hair.
"Hola, hermanita. Ha sido un tiempo, mi pequeña asesina."
His whisper was full of tears and I'm now totally incapable of any response....far too overwhelmed. So, I just kept on hugging him tightly and leaked some more.
"Hola, Daryl" Jorge's deep voice rumbled through his chest, under my cheek.
I peeped over my shoulder, to see that Daryl had gone to stand beside Leo. He gave a brief friendly nod back at Jorge....and I sent him a loving soppy smile in return.
"I see that you both know...."
My voice trails off and my smile turns to a frown of confusion. As I watched Daryl's features harden 😕
As his eyes shifted from mine and turned themselves towards the door, Jorge's grip on me tightened. He began rubbing his hand over my back as if comforting me. Except, I felt him tense up protectively at the same time.
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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 firs...
