CHAPTER NINE,
a home from now.
The gate opened and suddenly a crash came from beside Daryl. Aiden jumped slightly and raised her M16. Daryl quickly released a bolt. It hit its target. A possum. The gate finally slid open all the way and a man with a peach colored shirt looked at the group.
"We brought dinner." Daryl said, holding the possum up its tail.
"It's okay. Come on in, guys." Aaron said. The group walked in, Aiden gripped her gun tightly.
"Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons. Stay, you hand them over." The peach shirt guy said.
"We don't know if we want to stay." Rick said.
"It's fine, Nicholas." Aaron said. So that's his name. What a douche bag name. A foreign voice said in Aiden's head. It sounded like Shane's.
"If we were gonna use them, we would have started already." Aiden said threateningly.
"Let them talk to Deanna first."
"Who's Deanna?" Abraham asked gruffly from behind Aiden.
"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place. Rick, why don't you start?" Aaron asked. Rick turned around.
"Sasha." The woman also turned around and saw a lone walker. She raised her gun and shot it. The walker fell to the ground as the cloth part of the gate slid shut.
"It's a good thing we're here." Rick said.
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Daryl had went before Aiden. He wanted to meet this Deanna person before her. But now it was her turn.
Aaron led Aiden towards the large house and inside. Aiden looked around. Aaron soon left the two women alone.
Deanna sat on a couch while Aiden sat in an arm chair. "Do you mind if I record our talk?" She asked Aiden.
"I don't care." Aiden uttered back.
"I'm Deanna Monroe." Deanna said.
"Aiden Dixon." She replied.
"Daryl's wife?" Deanna asked. Aiden nodded. "My oldest sons' name is Aiden, as well."
"What were you before?" Deanna asked Aiden.
"I was a cop. Alongside Rick, Payton, and my brother." Aiden replied.
"Your brother? Is he out there with the rest?" Deanna asked.
"No." Aiden replied quickly, "no. He died about two years ago."
"What happened?"
"He was murdered."
"I'm sorry." Deanna replied. "Who else have you lost?"
"What does it matter?" Aiden tensed up.
"It matters because I need to know you." The older woman replied.
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philophobia|| the walking dead
Fanfictionphil • o • phobia noun the fear of falling in love or being emotionally connected to another. aiden dixon loved her family. she was terrified to lose them. she had already lost too many people. her brother, a woman she grew up with, a very close...
