~ Today ~
I had finished packing up what little I could from our tent, and was left to sit in my lawn chair and twiddle my thumbs while everyone else packed up the rest of what little we would be able to take with us to the CDC.
I'm honestly tired of this. Not being able to help, being the one who never can take care of themself, the one who is always in the way.
And I know I can be better, I just don't know how.
"Meg, let's go! Time to shove off!" Daryl's deep voice growled out across the campsite, getting closer to me as he finally gripped my forearm and hauled me out of the chair.
"Am I not going with Dale?" I asked, super confused as he started leading me away from where I know the RV is parked.
"Nope. Too many people, Dale asked if you, Max and Hendrix could ride with me." He didn't say anything else, before jerking me to a stop. I heard the sound of grinding metal, and then I was being pushed forward just a bit.
"It's a truck, so step up real high, and this..." He moved the arm he had a grip on until my hand touched something before he continued.
"Is the handle, use it to pull yourself up. I'll watch your head." I nodded, and lifted my leg up until he said it was enough, stepped down and hauled myself in, his hand placed firmly on the back of my head pushing down when he deemed necessary. When I was finally settled into the warm fabric seats of his truck, he shoved the seatbelt in my hand and I buckled up.
"Where's Max and Hendrix?" I asked once I was settled, and almost jumped out of my skin when the voice of my son rang out in my ear.
"Back here Mom! Back seat." I didn't say anything else, as the truck door was slammed, and then a moment later I felt the truck rock a little bit as Daryl got into the driver's seat.
"Alright. Rules. Don't annoy the shit out of me. If you need ta pee, and you're not a woman, you pee in the bottle. And do not let that dog shit in my truck. You hear me?" I couldn't see what was going on, but the soft 'yes sir' out of Max had me thinking that was all aimed at my kid, and not at me.
"Great. Let's go." Daryl said, slamming on the horn once, echoed by several others (probably other cars), and then there was a grinding noise, and the truck jerked forward.
"So you know any car games?"
A/N: Sorry it's short, I may write some more but I wanted to just get you guys something to tide you over!
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