Katie's P.O.V
Everyone got interviewed or at least was going to be. I was next.
"So, Katie. What's it like, growing up in this?" She asked. She was recording this interview, I glared at her.
"It's great, I love it, everyone dying around me. Nearly makes me jump with joy," I said sarcastically. She frowned.
"You don't trust us?" She asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
"Bella is your mother? Daryl your father?" Deanna asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
"You look like her, maybe you have the attitude of Daryl, but you don't look much like him," She said softly.
"Can you get to the point?" I asked.
"I just wanted to get to know you," She said softly. I was nervous. I tapped my foot constantly, looking out the windows. I just wanted to get back to my mom, or back to Daryl, or Carl.
"I think I get the idea though," She said softly, disappointed, "Go ahead, you can go."
I practically sprinted to the door.
Daryl's P.O.V
"You're welcome to sit, Daryl, I won't bite," Deanna stated.
"I'm alright," I muttered, pacing slightly, holding onto the opposum.
"Daryl, do you want to be here?" Deanna asked.
"Well, the kids deserve a roof.... I guess," I answered.
"One of those kids is yours, yes? Katie?" Deanna asked.
"She say that?" I asked curiously.
"Katie? Yes, she said you were her father," She replied.
"Then yeah, she's mine," I replied. She narrowed her eyes in question.
"Is she not actually yours?" She asked.
"She is," I replied.
Bella's P.O.V
"A child and a husband," Deanna said.
"Daryl's not my husband," I stated.
"Oh." She muttered, "What did you do before all of this?"
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"Yes, it does."
I stayed silent for a moment, "Worked for a rescue."
"Red cross?"
"Animal rescue," I corrected. I was sitting in the chair awkwardly.
"So, who is Katie's real father?" Deanna asked. How do I answer this? Did Daryl tell her he wasn't her father. What if she just wants to know if I'll lie to her.
"Why?" I asked.
"Who is Katie's real father?" She asked again, "I'm curious."
"Daryl," I answered. She nodded, biting her bottom lip slightly.
"You can go," She said softly. I stood and left. Daryl was skinning an opposum on the stairs to the house we were staying in. I went inside and showered once it was open. Shaving my legs finally. I brushed my teeth once I was out. I brushed my teeth so much that my gums bled a little. Once done. I threw my hair up into a bun and went outside back to Daryl.
"There's a shower you know," I said, laughing slightly. He waved his hand, dismissing the comment, "If you don't take one, I'll hose you down."
"You wouldn't dare," He said, a playful challenge gleamed in his eyes.
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The Light in my Storm
Fanfiction"Daryl, you're the light in my storm," I whispered in his ear as we lay in bed. "And you're mine, sweetheart" He whispered back as he pulled me closer to him.
