NATE
"Sit?" Daryl patted the grass next to him and I collapsed in relief 😮💨
Morgan doesn't hold back in our practice sessions. Not that I'll ever want him to.
I wipe the sweat off my face. Take a long gulp from my water bottle. And another minute to get some very knackered breathing under control.
"Looks like you and Jorge have become friends?" I dive right on in.
"Yeah. Almost as soon as I got to know him. Recognised a lot of the things yer do when we plan for runs....go out. Knew it were him that taught yer" He laid on his side and tugged me over to face him.
"It were a feeling as well. Something like the feelings that yer get on meeting people? Know he has the right stuff....can trust him. Leo as well. Except he ain't as quiet as Jorge."
"Hell, maybe even that Guillermo too....maybe. Don't reckon we'll ever be friends though. Sorry, Baby Girl. Just don't know if I can do it."
Oh, my love 🥺
I've tried so hard. To wipe away the anxieties he was hiding yet all but drowning in this morning. Looks like we've still some ways to go? But we'll get there.
"I'll never ask it of you, Daryl. But if you maybe can trust G, find some way to try and get along together? Then that's more than enough for me."
I tuck his long hair behind an ear so as to see his face better. I'm itching to find some scissors and cut it.
"But it looked like a pretty intense conversation you were having with Jorge. Was it about what went down this morning?"
"Just thanked him for helping yer....helping us out. But there was somethin else...."
He trailed off so I waited patiently for him to continue. I know he will, with no need for me to prompt.
"When yer told me about....about what happened in that house? How yer were the only one who could protect yerself? I knew it was true. But next time? Yer mightn't be so lucky. There's too many people like him around nowadays."
"I know yer always careful....I know that. But careful won't stop everything" He's looking at me steadily now.
"Nate, yer killed people. We all have. A lot of em justified and a lot so we can survive. Ain't got me a problem with that....none at all. Now or in the future."
"What I DO have worries with? Is that....that yer don't know how...." His voice faltered a bit.
"Asked Jorge to teach yer. How to kill someone....no weapons. I need yer to be able to do it all on yer own."
Okaaaay.... 😮
He finished his piece and looked at me tentatively, waiting for my response.
"Talk to me?" He whispered when none was forthcoming.
"Yup. There are a couple of things I want to say, Babe. Just give me a minute? I want to get this right in my head. Before I open my big mouth and bugger it all up" He nodded, pulling me to him.
A few minutes later, I sneak in a soft kiss on his neck before I begin talking.
"Morgan's something of a pacifist and has been trying his hardest to bring me around to his ideals. He's a lot like Hershel in that way" My breath hitches a bit.
The memories hit me, of our sometimes very lively philosophical debates. How Hershel used to throw up his hands in mock exasperation. Before slapping his thigh and laughing.
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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...
