Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 46 - Breakdown Dead Ahead (Boz Scaggs)

NATE

"We need to get all of our people on it. Our  people...."

Rick and Michonne faced off against each other on Deanna's porch, arguing.

I'm curled up on the little swinging chair. Cuddling Juju as she slept, after gulping down some oatmeal I made for her.

The never-ending snarls of thousands of Walkers outside the walls? Aren't keeping her from her dreams, though.

I stroked and then kissed her angel face. While begging for them to be sweet ones.

The opera of the Un-Dead is, however....drowning out the little whimpers that escape me on occasion. Even though I'm trying my darndest to hold them in.

It's been over twenty-four hours now, since Daryl kissed me goodbye. And if all had gone well? They should've been back in half that time.

Glenn and Nicholas....even sooner than that.

And as for Enid?

All I can do is keep praying. That when she made her mad dash, it didn't result in a head-on collision with the horde.

Yup, they can't all just waltz on up to the gates. Thanks to the mosh pit who are waiting for unwilling crowd surfers.

But if they're out there now and trying to get in? Then surely they would've sent us some  kind of a signal.

Anything....just to let us know that they're safe?

'Toughen the fuck up, Baby Monkey'  Daryl's voice whispers in my ear once more.

And I kid you not, folks. I swear that his hand is patting my bum!

Give myself a little shake before tuning back into the discussion.

We're trying to make a plan to get rid of our uninvited guests. Distraction and redirection are needed. Whatever we can do to get them turned around and on their way.

Any plan will be better than the one I'd come up with yesterday, that's for sure! And distraction is something I  need so desperately now.

Because I've run out of ball bearings, Daryl's supply of hated figurines and....the Wedgewood.

*

"Really?"  Michonne's spluttering voice filled with disbelief and quiet anger.

"We're in here....together!  Catching our breath right now. Anything else is just an excuse. We have to act now! If we wait, we die."

"Good onya, Mich!"

Whoooopsy  🙄

Thought I'd whispered that, but obviously not. While she tried to smother her grin, Rick spun around to give me his bitch-face.

"I take it, that you agree?"

"Hell yeah, I'm not stupid. First off? She's a woman and we're always right. Secondly, she's got a bloody big sword strapped to her back. So do yourself a favour, Grimes...."

Carol walked out the door with Deanna following hard on her heels.

Senator Monroe appeared to be more animated and present than I've seen her in such a long time.

Since yesterday? Something has given her a right-royal kick up the buttocks.

It appears that certain 'Something'  has been mighty busy lately, eh!