My Fallen Angel (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Twenty Nine: Surreal

I look around the living room that I am in avoiding Deanna's face as she watches me. This place looks clean and untouched by the world outside. There was still a tv on the wall, it was all making me feel as if I was in a dream the whole time. But what part was the dream? The walkers or Alexandria? It was still feeling all too surreal.

"Do you mind if I film our talk?" Deanna finally asks. I look at her from my seat.

"Why?" I ask unsure of what to say.

"It's to get to know you better, I can rewatch the tape, we're all about transparency here." She answers.

"I guess I understand." I shrug watching as she turns on the recorder.

"How long have you been out there?" She asks as she sits down again.

"Since it all started." I mumble now avoiding the camera.

"What were you doing before it all started?"

"Finishing college." I answer, blinking as I remember those days.

"What was your degree?" She asks with interest.

"English and Literature." I smile. "I wanted to be a Librarian and an Author."

"What do you do now?" She smiles at me. I tilt my head in confusion.

"I survive, help protect my family." I answer.

"How do you do that?"

"I don't understand. I help hunt, umm... Help kill walkers, we watch each other's backs."

"You hunt?" She questions, her voice a bit surprised.

"Well, only small game. Daryl, my boyfriend, does most of the hunting..." She nods.

"What are you good at?" She asks again confusing me.

"Reading....." I answer not knowing how to answer. She laughs a bit.

"Do you help cook for the group? Do you mostly help hunt?"

"Well I can cook, not well, I have learned, mostly from books and some old friends, how to help the wounded."

"So you're the medic of the group?"

"Sort of, I have only just started to learn. I know how to stitch up wounds, clean wounds, how to help with colds, I know a lot about using herbs to heal." I shrug not thinking much of it.

"Is that something you want to continue to do?"

"I guess, the knowledge will help my family a lot." I laugh "They tend to get hurt a lot." I smile.

"We have an amazing Dr here who I am sure can help you with not only your diabetes but your knowledge." I stare at her in shock.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"Aaron told me. I also know that you are Rick's sister, and even though you act shy you are extremely loyal and protective of your family. Aaron says that we can trust your group." I shake my head at her.

"I would not trust anyone you don't know."

"Rick said almost the same thing." She smiles at me.

"He's right. People out there would do anything for this." I gesture with my hand to envelop the whole room.

"That's why we need people like your group." She says leaning forward. "We need protective healers and people who know what it is like out there."

"Well, I'm only staying if Rick deems it safe here for my family." I tell her standing up. Part of me wanted to stay, part of me wanted to trust her, but fear was still coursing through me. I did not want to get my hopes up for another home just to be blown up like the prison. Deanna nods and stands up with me. She leads me out to where the group is waiting, I was the last to be interviewed. She takes our weapons stating that they are still ours but we were to only check them out if we were going outside the wall, I frowned what if someone gets inside the walls? I think to myself.