Walkers, Three Mermaids, Two Singers, and a Sheriff's Son

Chapter 18: Throwing punches

Delilah's P.O.V

After Noelle ran off, I just let her. She needed some time to herself. So I turned around and walked outside to go and find Carl. He was up in the watchtower. I walked to it and climbed up the stairs. Once I was there, Carl turned around and smiled. "Hey." He waved. "Hi." I smiled and waved back. I walked over and stood next to him. "Did you get to ride Little Ass Kicker?" He laughed. I laughed with him and nodded. "Was it fun?" "Yes. It was. It may sound weird, but my dream has always been to ride a llama." I laughed. "It has? My dream has always been to meet a mermaid. And now I have. In fact, I'm dating one." He winked at me. "Sure it has." I laughed at him. He shook his head at me and continued to look outside of the watchtower. All of a sudden, I hear yelling coming from inside the prison. I'm about to get up and go check it out, but I hear somebody yelling to Carl and I from below. "Hey. You two up there. Could you, you know, open this gate so that I don't become a meal to these things? It would be greatly appreciated. Oh. And I'm looking for my pet llama. Have you seen him?" A girl called from the front of the gate. Carl looked at me. "You go inside and check on what that yelling is all about. I'll take care of her." He said to me, before kissing me and running down the stairs. I run down the stairs and into the prison. When I go inside, I see Harry and Luke throwing punches at each other. Noelle is trying to stop it. I run over and try to stop it too. "It's no use. They won't stop." Noelle cried. I shook my head and looked around for something to stop them, but I couldn't find anything. Somebody stands next to me. "Hi. I'm Claire. I'm looking for my pet llama. Have any of you seen him?" The person asks. And then Daryl runs in. "What in the name of llama's is going on here?" He shouts at us. "Um... It looks like Luke and Harry are fighting, because Harry is a dick. Which makes him ugly, by the way. And this weird chick just shows up, asking where her llama is. And I think she's talking about Little Ass Kicker. And nobody is on watch, because I had to chase after the weird chick." Carl says, appearing behind me. "Okay. Break it up you two. We've got bigger issues to worry about here other than whatever you're fighting about. This girl wants to take my llama from me, nobody is on watch, and oh. I almost forgot. We're in a fucking apocalypse. So, man up and pull your shit together." Daryl shouted at Luke and Harry. "Did you just say that I want to take your llama from you? You know where my llama is?" The weird chick asked. "Um... No? Okay. Fine. I do. But finder's keepers. Now get lost, kid. Your llama is my llama now." Daryl replied. "I had him first, whatever the fuck your name is. He's mine. Now give me Jimmy." "Excuse me? My name is Daryl, llama stealer. And that llama's name is Lil Ass Kicker. Not Jimmy. What kind of name is that?" Daryl continued to argue with her. "What kind of name is Lil Ass Kicker? This isn't an action movie. And Jimmy is a good name. Jimmy likes that name." "Daryl, that might be why he spit on your face.." I said, interrupting their little argument and trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh can it, Delilah. He spit on my face because he likes me. He was showing his love. That's how he shows that he appreciates me." Daryl argued. "No... He spat in your face because he doesn't like the name Lil Ass Kicker. He likes Jimmy better. I know my llama better than you do." The girl spoke up for me. "HE SPAT ON MY FACE BECAUSE HE LOVES ME. DOES HE EVER SPIT ON YOUR FACE?" Daryl screamed at her. "No. He doesn't. Because he likes me better. Now take me to my llama." "No. He's my llama. Mine. You can't have him. I know a dolphin that you can have, though." "I don't want a dolphin. I want Jimmy." The girl said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Kid, what's your name? And why do you want this llama so badly?" Daryl asked her. "My name is Claire. And I want that llama because he was mine to begin with. And I also want to cook him up and eat him later. That's why I have this giant fork. But this stays between us. Don't let it get to Jimmy's ears." She said, holding up a giant fork. "Claire? Wait. Claire who?" I asked. I feel like I know her.. "Claire none of your business." She snapped. "Who are all of you people?" Claire asked. "I'm Carl. I'm the leader's son. That's Harry. He's a dick. That makes him ugly. That's Luke. He's actually kind of cool. He seems better than Harry. That's Noelle. She's awesome. She's my girlfriend's best friend. She's funny and nice. Harry's an ass to her. That's Daryl. He stole your llama. I'm so sorry about that. Harry is probably an ass to him too. That's Delilah. She's my girlfriend. She's amazing, smart, and beautiful. Harry knows not to mess with her. Not because he knows that I'll kick his ass, but he knows that she'll kick his ass too. She already broke his nose. I would stay away from Harry, by the way. And yeah. That's pretty much everyone." Harry goes to punch Carl, but Daryl quickly grabs him. "He's just being honest, Harry. You are pretty much an ass to everyone. Including Noelle. I thought you loved her." Daryl said. "No. Why the fuck would I love her? She means nothing to me. She can't even trust me enough to tell me a damn secret. I hate that bitch and I never want to see her again. I hope that she dies." Harry said, being an ass once again. "Some people can be trusted. Some can't. It's all a matter of showing them how much you care or love them. Then they will open up to you. But you, Harry, failed that. YOU HEAR ME? YOU FAILED. YOU FAILED AT SHOWING HER YOU CARED..." I screamed at Harry. "Fuck you, Delilah. You don't know a thing. I did love her. I did care. But she didn't trust me. All I wanted was one secret. You shouldn't keep things from the person that you're in a relationship with. I just wanted to know. Maybe things wouldn't be this way if she just would've told me." "Carl, I'm going to the guard tower before I fucking punch him in the face again." And with that, I left to the guard tower. I got there and ran up the stairs. I was so pissed off. Without thinking, I punched the wall. The next thing that I felt was pain shooting though my hand. "Well shit." I muttered. "That's why you don't punch walls. Not only do you hurt the wall, you hurt yourself. Now let me see your hand." Carl said. I didn't even see him show up. He must have seen me punch the wall. "You are one weird boy.." I laughed and let him look at my hand. "I'm not a doctor, so I don't know if this is broken or not. I don't study this shit. Let's go find Hershel." Carl said. "Fine. I don't think it's broken, though. I didn't hear a snap.." "Well, we should still get it checked." Carl replied. We went and found Hershel and he checked to see if my hand was broken. My wrist was sprained. It was time to go to bed after a stressful day. But I couldn't. So much still ran though my head. Who was that girl? I knew her? Why did she want to eat her llama? What was her last name? Why is harry such jerk? I didn't get any sleep. Tomorrow is going to be great...