You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 57- Huh, He was Right

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As the hours pass people enter and leave the house, the truck getting emptier as people load the excessive amount of stuff they have, you only need the bare necessities. Speaking of.

I hop off the edge and into the house, high kneeing it until I find a windowless corner in a hall, the door locked, Alec and Daryls stuff in front of my little cove.

I step over their stuff and kneel next to my stuff, stuffing the rest of my emergency medical supplies in a pocket in my moms' duffle before rolling my clothes, I grab the note that my mom wrote and read it, brushing my finger over her singing of her name.

I grab a journal I found around and place the slightly crumpled paper in it, and place it in the bag. I then grab the three picture frames. Me and my mom when I was a kid, a painfully awkward family portrait with my dad. Him standing behind the two of us. My mom looking tiny and me even smaller. Wide blue eyes with long blond hair. I might have been six. And a more recent photo of us, me more fleshed out in a dress, my makeup done by my mom. My homecoming this year. I didn't go with anyone, not even friends, but I ended 'dancing' with this cute senior guy. Yeah thats how I found out I wasn't into the whole... sex... thing. Bleh.

I place the pictures on top and zip it up. Sitting in my corner. Alec pops his head down from the adjacent staircase and calls "Lass? Mind ye gettin yer thing from the barn?"

I shake my head and get up, heading out, only stopping to sing "Go suck face elsewhere."

I laugh as he yells something in Gaelic. I smile softly and lean against a post of the house, glancing around, Daryl and Rick was talking near the truck. I step down and stand next to Daryl not really listening as something moves in the corner of my eye.

I glance over and watch as a very suspicious Shane looks behind him, obviously not seeing me staring bluntly.

I look at Rick and say "Hey? What's Shane supposed to be doing?"

Rick blinks and shifts uncomfortably at the mention of his friend, saying stiffly "Making a post."

I nod and glance back at the woods, Daryl bumps his arm into mine and I hum back, stepping away.

I walk to the entrance of the barn and glance at the woods that Shane disappeared into. The fucking woods.

Damn it. He's doing something that he's not supposed to. But he's proven that he can take me twice over. I furrow my brow as I watch Daryl and Rick, Alec meeting them. Ricks eyes flickering over to me.

They are talking about me. Great.

I sit and breath in the cold air, it's almost winter, I don't wanna know if it's going to be good for us or not. If the walkers slow it could be good but we can run out of food. We should have started salting meat and ate our preserves-

"Lucy?"

I glance up at Daryl who plucks his bow. I nod and mutter "Hiya."

"With Shane-"

I shake my head and groan "I've talked with Glenn, I've spoken to people and it's tiresome. Can you not?"

He grunts and sits next to me, "Seems like ya having lots of heart to hearts."

I glance over at him bewildered, "Did you make a joke? Did the ever serious Daryl fucking Dixon make a joke about... emotions?"

I burst out laughing and elbow Daryl, out of the corner of my eye he smiles slightly "Keep laughing."

I stare at the woods and ask hesitantly "Why isn't anyone doing anything about Shane, not only has he attacked me, he's hurt, Lori and Dale."

He's silent so I look over, he's only plucking at his bow, seems like he does that when put into a conversational situation. Never quite making eye contact.