Fighting for my Life

Chapter Thirteen

Daryl held my hand on the way out of Macy's. I don't know what's happening between us. I wish I did, but for right now I'm okay with this dream version of us. Right now, this is exactly what I need and what is happening is enough for me.

When we get outside, Lynn is awake. The four of them are all sitting in a old red car. It's been parked next to Daryl's motorcycle. It wasn't there when we first got here, so they must of moved it.

I lean into Daryl, "Maybe I should drive them back home. Talk to Lynn." I look up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. That's a good idea. I'll meet ye back at the prison." Says Daryl. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze before walking away.

I watch him get onto the motorcycle. He starts it, turns, and gives me a little wave before driving away. I almost wish I could've went with him because, the truth is, I like him. Yes, putting it in kindergarteners terms, I like-like Daryl Dixon. And that kiss. It was magical. Even though I'm twenty four, I've only been kissed a few times, and none of them came close to that one. I just hope that he feels something back...

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The girls have me drive, since I kind of know my way back to the prison. Lynn sits next to me, and everyone else is in the back seat.

Lynn refuses to look at me. Every time I look at her, she's either checking on Brooke or looking out the window.  I decide to continue driving for a little bit longer.

Finally, I put over. We're just around the corner from the prison.

I turn around to face Lynn and look her in the eye, "How in the hell have you managed to have blue hair in the freaking zombie apocalypse?" She looks back at me, in disbelief. After a minute she chuckles.

"Right when it all started, after my professor ate half of our students, I went to the hair salon. I took everything. Any shade of blue, and some black nail polish. It seemed so important at the time, I still have a stash in the trunk." She tells me.

I laugh, "When this first happened, I was in my dorm room. A group of five students came into my room. I thought they were high or something, but they were all dead. One of saw me and tried to climb on top of me and bite my arm. I was scared out of my mind," I tell them, "Then my sister came in and stabbed one in the head. She knew. I just went into attack mode. We killed them all. We got away together, we survived for so long..."

From the back seat, Brooke says, "Wow. Thats bad-ass."

"Hey!" Snaps Lynn, "Watch your mouth, you little shit." She's smiling, though, so I know that she isn't mad. I smile too.

"We good?" I ask her.

"Yeah, we're good." Says Lynns, "But I still hate you. I hate everyone."

Suddenly, I remember what I told her in the Macy's. "By the way, I'm not pregnant. I just wasn't ready to die." I say.

"I know. I get it." Lynn says. I nod and get the car back on the road. The prison comes into our view almost right away. Just like the first time, I am speechless at the sight of it. Its so large, so helpful. And, its also the first home I've had since the beginning. The best part is that, now it can be Brooke, Lynn, Aubrey, and Allie's home too.