Georgian Redneck

Chapter 21- Low

Last night was bad, to say the least. We were all frozen, none of us got any sleep and every little noise made us jump. We were broken. We are broken. And I'm overly paranoid. I hate this. This constant feeling like you failed someone and they're disappointed in you, but keep telling you it's okay even if it isn't.

Yesterday, Rick also had a rant about how this is not a democracy anymore after we heard quiet shuffling in the trees nearby. People started freaking out and saying we should leave right away. Dumb idiots.

We wouldn't all fit into my Impala and onto Daryl's motorbike. Not all of us. And let's not even mention the thought of running through these woods at night with barely any ammo and no light. That would be absurd and basically suicidal.

That'd be plain stupid and reckless. Plus, these woods look to be generally big. I feel like I'm slowly going insane. The very day this epidemic shit started, my sanity has been chipped in and now it's coming. It's going away. I'll be insane.

My car parks just by my right side, coming to a screeching stop next to my cocked hip. They've been gone for over two hours. Maybe they already found the gas and wanted to fool around while we waited for our death. Maybe. Well, I'd bet my ass on it.

Glenn and Maggie exit the black car with two big container like things with a few gallons of gas in each. Maggie also has a backpack. Did she mannage to get any water or food? God, I hope she did. I haven't eaten for what seems like ages.

Although maybe eating isn't exactly that great. I'll just get more fat than I already am. I should just abstain from food for a few days. I'll hopefully find an energy drink somewhere to keep my energy up. No. I need the energy that comes with food.

Rick, Daryl and T-Dog take the tanks and start filling up the two cars we need for transport. No doubt that we'll be ready to go in a few minutes.I gently lean onto my baby as soon as the love birds are out of the way and look at Daryl's Harley.

He mentioned it was his older brothers a few weeks ago. Daryl also said that before I joined their group, Rick mercilessly handcuffed his brother, Merle, to a pipe on a roof in Atlanta. When he came back for him, he was gone and only his severed hand was there. That's how he came to having his bike.

We'll need to find a pickup truck or something to load the motorcycle onto for the winter. Maybe cover it with something. Daryl would freeze to death if he rode that thing through the winter. Not that it ever gets too cold in Georgia. But the roads do however get slidy and slippery. And him getting hurt, or possibly killed is not something I wish to happen. Or something I'm going to let happen.

"Let's go." Rick announces to the group scattered around the road, hopping into his own car behind the drivers seat. Some of them were instructed to keep watch, others just have nothing else to do. Yeah. An apocalypse is more boring than I would have originally thought.

Glenn slowly walks towards my Impala and what I'm about to do, I'll surely regret later. I'm going out of my mind for even thinking profanities like these! Well, finally, I'm going utterly insane.

"Hey Glenn, wanna drive my baby for the day? I'm going with Daryl. Be careful, fuckface." I smile sarcastically, handing the black keys over to the confused Asian. Yup, I'll definitely regret this one. But I really want to ride with Daryl again. The first time, it was really fun. And it's an excuse to set my head against his back and just generally be close to him.

Glenn looks generally surprised that I'd ever let him drive it again. I still don't really want to trust Glenn with my car, but he's a good driver and I really want to ride with Daryl.

I zip up the black jacket that was in the Impala when I found it, my Metallica shirt slightly showing, and give Glenn the 'don't-fuck-about' look before winking at Beth. There's no way this car is getting so much as a scratch on it.

I feel like I need to protect Beth. Like she's my responsibility. I don't mind. She's like the sister I never had. Not that I ever wanted any siblings... Thankfully, I didn't have any.

Maggie, Glenn, Hershel and Beth all pile up in my car and I see Glenn takes a shaky, steadying breath. Maggie drove my car to get the fuel. Guess he took the threat of me killing him seriously. Good. Not that I would actually kill Glenn. Maybe a few odd threats and glares. But I wouldn't be able to actually hurt him.

The other car consists of Rick, Carl, Lori and T-Dog. Where's Carol? Not that I give a rats ass about her anymore. Just that Lori would probably throw a fit about us loosing another member of our already small group. The people we lost at the farm are enough.

I shrug uninterestingly and walk towards Daryl's bike, kicking aside a few grey stones. Gravel. I get this feeling in my stomach, and it brings a smile to my face. I'm like a teenager for fuck sake...

I awkwardly step over the bike, sitting behind him and wraping my arms around his firm torso. The crossbow's probably helping him be so muscly and firm and...

I'm just being mushy now. Eww. But you gotta admit. Hugging Daryl or being anywhere near him? Heaven in this hellhole for me and me only. Daryl's just... Daryl, I guess. That's the only way I can describe him.

"You not takin' your car?" Daryl asks curiously, turning around to look at me slightly. His blue orbs catch in the sunlight, making them sparkle beautifully. It takes me a few seconds to get my voice back so I can reply. He's had this effect on me ever since we started sleeping in the same tent, and I have no bloody idea how the hell I didn't realise this before.

"L-letting Asian drive it for today. But I gave him a death threat and I guess he took it seriously because he was sweating and taking shaky breaths" I stutter a little, chuckling slightly and look ahead. I notice an angry Carol throwing glares at me and getting into Ricks car. There she is.

Just because Daryl saved her life on the farm and let her ride with him to the highway where we met, doesn't mean that she gets to ride with him everywhere. Maybe in being a bit over protective. Maybe I'm just a little paranoid that Daryl likes her more than me. But then again, does be even like me? I think if he didn't, he wouldn't have been so affectionate.

Daryl shakes his head with a slight smile and starts Merle's motorcycle with a purr, riding into the cold, early morning.

(A/N)
Shorter chapter today, sorry just wanted to get this part over and done with.
I had a good reason to skip most of what happened at the farm. Just keep reading please, and thank you for the lovely comments!