You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 62- The Nearest Town Fiasco

So just realized that I didn't post a chapter on Sunday so here

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As we reach the outskirts of the town we crouch in the thin layer of snow, I look over to Daryl and ask lowly "What do they need?"

He looks at me and say lowly "Clothes, maternal medicine, food overall."

I nod and stand moving quickly around buildings to the store. I halt and Daryl follows, I glance back and slam on the window, a walker quickly slamming against the window, a crack forming.

Daryl raises his crossbow up and I hold a hand up, he looks over it and nods, standing back.

I open it and it steps out, blowing its disgusting breath fanning my face, I scrunch my face.

I glance back as his brow tightens, his grip white. I reach up with my fingers to my needle knife and slide it to my hand, swinging tightly, blood spirting.

It drops and I glance back, he looks from the walker to me and nods. He walks past with his bow high into the store, I follow loosely.

As I walk in the musk of death lingering in the air, the fire flaring unhappily. I ignore it and push a cart, pushing the remaining candy and canned food in it.

As I turn I find clothes, jeans, shirts, bras, underwear. I grab a tight tan long sleeve, a sports bra, a pair of males skinny jeans and sturdy boots with thick socks.

I quickly change right there in the corner before finding more if it, shoving it in a backpacking bag I found. I'm going to shove everything else of mine in it when I get back.

I grab clothes for the rest of the people, finding clothes for Carl, the poor kid.

I quickly turn to the back where a pharmacy is, Daryl, looking at the medical supplies behind the counter. I hop over it and grunt "Here let me."

He glances over and surveys my outfit, "Feeling good?"

I nod and look through some bottles, antibiotics, birth control, viagra, antidepressants, anxiety, multivitamins, woman's, child's, maternal, blah blah.

We need like all of this except for like three, no, with Beth's ups and downs maybe we do need antidepressants. I sigh and look at Daryl, who's shoving bandages and stitch tools in his bag.

"I have a cart full of food and clothes, can you pack them?"

He looks over and sweeps the rest in a bag before hopping over grabbing another bag and shoving clothes in it.

I look around and find a plastic bag sweeping all but the viagra and antidepressants. With another thought, we don't want her hooked on those.

I wave it in the air and hop over, shoving at the top of the extra bag.

He chuckles and says "What you grab the whole section?"

I scoff and glance at him "Nah, just everything but the viagra and antidepressants, got birth control too. Don't want another little Shane."

He shakes his head and sobers up, glancing around the entrance of the store before whispering "Wanna head to the weapons store?"

I nod and say softly "What is this, Texas?"

He chuckles and heads off with me following right on his heels, he repeats my actions and waits, nothing coming to the front. He glances at me and I shrug, it happens sometimes man.

He opens the door and a bell rings, my fire flickers to my fingers uneasily. I push it to the side and push boxes of bullets into a semi-empty bag.

Daryl shuffles around and asks "What's got you fidgety?"

I clench my teeth and press a hand to my chest under my moms leather jacket I had slipped on.

"I don't know I just don't like this."

He sighs and speaks suddenly "Hey, do you think this would fit your knives?"

I look over and finger it slightly, "Yeah, I think so."

I slip my largest out and into a leather rig, the dark leather would be perfect, the blood wouldn't stand out all that much. I slide the knife in and smile, snapping the button to keep it in place. Hell yeah.

I nod and he tosses it to me, I nod and a walker groan makes me look at the door, a small herd stumbling in. I whip around and shove the rig in the bag, zipping it as I glance around, the fire licking my shoulders angerly.

A room. Behind the counter. Break the window.

The room it is.

I grab Daryl and push him in, shutting the door behind me. He moves to the furthest side of the closest I fucking thought was a room.

As the walkers slam against the dark room. I look at my hand and pull my spine knife. Pushing my sleeve up and cutting my forearm, smearing it on the door.

They don't mind me, and lets hope this will mask the smell of us.

I hope this works.

Then, a few seconds later the banging stops.

I sigh and press my palm to my forehead, "You ok?"

He grunts and mutters "Let's get outta here."

I nod despite knowing that he cant see me in this pitch-black closet. I open the door, peeking my head out, only one.

I pop out and throw a needle into its brain. "Come on Daryl."

He follows as I snatch the needle, putting it back in place. I look around and watch the walkers practically run from the weapons store, I look down at my hand and find it dripping.

I look at Daryl and ask shocked "Is my blood doing that?"

He nods and his Adam's apple bobs, "You better grab your stuff while that blood drips."

I nod and unhook everything, slamming my knives in and clipping the handles in the side, ditching the largest and the hardest to work with.

The knives are on the side instead of the front, the front leather and the back the same, straps and ties, I loop it to my belt and slide my spine knife back in its place, my baby on my back. I slip my jacket on and look at Daryl, picking at his nails.

He glances up and raises a brow, I nod and look at the flooded road, a semi-circle around the door of the store.

"Daryl, just walk close to me."

He makes a face and shuffles close to me, we grab our bags and walk outside, the walkers avoiding us in a three-person deep circle.

Daryl looks around us and whispers before I can stop him "This is-"

The walkers turn, mouth snapping, I slap my forearm on Daryl's bare arm, the walkers rearing their heads but continue at us.

I curse and grab Daryl's arm, pulling him through the tight group of walkers, the walkers shuffling away from us for a second before coming back. The second is all we need to sprint out of dodge.

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