His name's Jesus (The walking dead)

Chapter 8

Jesus POV

I walk into my house and as soon as I open the front door I hear the music. The words are muffled, but the beat sounds familiar. I walk up the stairs and down the hall until I am standing in front of Charlie's room staring in through the doorway. She's singing and dancing to The Eye of the Tiger. I lean against the wall across from her doorway and watch her dance around her room. I start laughing when she spins around and I see she's using her hairbrush as a microphone. She spins around again, but this time stops halfway through and looks straight at me. She stops dancing and backs up to turn off the music. She turns it down till you can barely hear it so, that she can talk, but still listen.

"Why hello there partner, what made you mosey into the corral?" She asks making her southern accent thicker than usual. I laugh and push myself off the wall and walk into her room.

"Well darling, this corral here is really mine," I answer her coping her accent. She laughs then sits down on her bed.

"This kid down the street, Sam gave me some music and radio. I wasn't going to take it until he handed me a mixtape called, 'Greatest hits of the '80s and 90's'. Then I realized God was sending me a gift for being such a dick for the past few years."

"Well as much as I'd love to stay here with you and dance around the house, we have a party to get to and Daryl said Michonne has a secret stash of alcohol she only brings out for parties," I tell her and her face instantly lights up.

"Well, what are we waiting for let's go get shit-faced drunk." She says while standing up from the bed. When she sounded so much like Daryl it's crazy.

"Okay, Dixon," I tease her and she smiles proudly.

"I think you're forgetting, I am a Dixon." With that, she flips around and walks out of the room taking all the sass with her. I shake my head in astonishment, before getting up and following her out the door. I follow her down the stairs and to the front door. Before she opens the door she turns to look at me and opens her mouth like she's going to say something, but the quickly shuts it again. "What's the deal with Carol? I don't think she likes me very much." She asks me and I grin at her. She can't stand it when people don't like her.

"Carol is just very protective of Daryl so, she doesn't trust you. If it makes you feel any better she didn't like me much either." I tell her and she shrugs.

"Nobody likes you at first," she says bluntly and I smack her arm playfully. "Hey now, I liked you from the beginning, but most people think you're too much of a hippy at first. Then they realize you're awesome because you have this thing on your ass called Charlie, they love you because of that growth."

"Well, at least you know you're a pain in my ass." She laughs then opens the door and walks out.

We walk over to Rick's house and see some people sitting on the porch. We get closer and see Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, Aaron, Eric, and Carl. All on the porch talking and laughing. We walk up to them and Charlie sits next to Carl and Daryl leaving space for me. I sit in between her and Daryl leaning my back against the porch rail.

"Hey, guys we were just telling some stories. We have to get you two some drinks." Carol tells us and gets up from her seat to go get us some.

"Hell no, have you ever seen this girl drink? She'll be dancing in the middle of the street before she finishes her first glass." Daryl tells everyone and Charlie tries to hit him but hits me instead.

"I am not that bad, asshole," Charlie tells him making me laugh.

"Uh, yeah you are, do you not remember the barn?" I ask her and she glares daggers into the side if my head.