DARYL
"This feel all kinds of wrong to you, hermano....as it does to me?" Jorge breathed into my ear.
We were standing by the main gate, watching them comin up the road.
"Yer think he spun us a line?" My hand twitches near the pistol tucked in my waistband.
"No, I trust Dwight. I'm talking about this lot of emo coños....c***s."
Glad to know I'm not the only one with a low opinion of Rick's choice of new allies.
Instead of sending Aaron, he and Michonne went to the junkyard themselves to summon the Trashers.
Jesus left for the Hilltop late last night to ask for their help. Before he went, he gave Leo directions on how to find the Kingdom. So he could do the same.
It was around midnight, when His Lordship set out on his trek.
I turned my back to give them privacy while he made his farewells to Jorge. As he started walking through the gates....I reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Yer be careful and come back safe, man. Stay in the shadows and keep yer eyes open. She's....she's gonna give it her all and rip yer a new one if you try to stop her from coming. But I'd appreciate it if yer give it a go anyway, Leo."
His sigh was one of agreement.
"Daryl, it's not that my Baby Doll is stubborn. Her sublimely beautiful brain cells do the right thing and call a general meeting. But when it comes to the people she loves? Her heart tells them to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up."
"And now I know, that is one of the reasons why she married you."
Shit! Now ain't the time for him to start up that crap again. Hasn't he got it through his thick head yet? How much I lov....
"Because you're exactly the same, old chap. Exactly....thank God."
"Now toodle-pip, my dear redneck Papa. Take care of your gorgeous self and my old man while I'm gone. I'll see you both in the morning. Bye, darling! "
Dunno what made my jaw hit the ground? His words....or the huge smacker he managed to plant fair and square on my lips!
Leo blew kisses over my shoulder to his husband before strolling off.
"Stop!" My embarrassed ass grunted at Jorge.
Who doubled up in hysterics as I stomped off towards home. With the Mutt prancin happily beside me.
*
Three big rubbish trucks pulled up to the gates along with a dozen or so pushbikes. They all spread out. About forty of them, peering around as if they already own the joint.
One of them trucks drove inside, and even more trash-goths tumbled out from the rear.
"Too late for doubts now, brother."
We wandered over to Rick, and their leader joined us.
Jadis.
Looks like a woman....I think? Reckon she cut her hair by puttin a bowl over her head. Just like my Momma used to do to me 'n Merle when we was kids.
She began eyeing Rick all over like he's a prime rib....and she ain't a vegetarian.
"I lay with him after. You care?" She asked a speechless Michonne.
"We should all get back to work" Was Rick....blushin? 😊
When they walked away, Jadis's glance slid over to me. Licked her lips and raised those eyebrows sky-high.
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
أدب الهواةSemi-mature. Completed. Book Two picks up immediately from the last chapter of Home is You. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. She and fellow traveler Leo joined a group of survivors in Atlanta. Nate got her firs...
