A Thief with a Machete

Chapter 13

I opened my eyes, the bright sun shining in my eyes. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, making it look like a friggin' disco party.

I glanced over at Daryl, who was out like a log in the chair. I threw the covers off of me and hurridly slipped some black stretchy shorts on. Several voices, mainly Rick, Dale, Carl, Glenn, and Lori, were heard from outside the tent.

I slipped my hair into a messy bun and clipped it, little annoying wisps of hair acting like bangs. After slipping my combat boots on I stepped outside and helped cooking the squirrel Daryl caught.

When everyone else was up, I looked over at the tent. Daryl still wasn't awake.

"Carl, I need your help," I said nodding towards the tent and putting my plate down. I heard Shane grumble something, but I ignored him as I zipped the tent open all the way.

"Daryl, get your booty up!" I said putting my fists on my hips like a drill seargant.

"Five more minutes," He grumbled slightly. I blew on the wisps in my eyes and arched my back out.

"Carl get his right foot," I said grabbing Daryl's right shoe. Carl did as I said and we pulled Daryl off of the chair. He hit the ground with a slight thump and let out a groan of protest.

"Pull!" I said pulling on Daryl's foot. His boot slipped off and I fell on my butt. Carl laughed and Daryl shifted.

I grabbed his foot again and we pulled him out of the tent, him putting his hands over his eyes in protest.

The group burst in to laughs, everyone except Shane. Still hate him. He's such a jerk, accusing people of random things, trying to be Carl's father figure, whenever he gets injured he acts like the baby he is.

"If you don't get up we gonna dog pile ya'," I said huffing. He doesn't look like it, but he's heavy.

"Ya' wouldn't dare," he grumbled putting his arms over his chest, eyes still closed.

I looked over at Carl and in an instant we jumped on top of him. He let an oof when we hit his stomach. He's lucky my knee just missed his privates. Rick jumped on top of us while laughing, then everyone else joined, except Lori, Ms. Preggo, Shane, Deputy Douchebag, Andrea, Queen Bitchy, and Dale, well...he doesn't really have a nickname since I actually like him.

Everyone got off of Daryl and he stood up. He wrapped his arms around me and Carl and squeezed us tight. He lifted us up and shook us around playfully, laughs escaping from our stomachs.

He put us down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "I'm up now." He said going over to get some food.

"Thanks," I said, my voice higher than normal from the laughing, tipping the back of Carl's hat towards his face walking by.

"No prob," he said pulling glightly on a piece that fell out of the messy bun.

~Daryl's POV~

I saw the way he looked at her. Passion and friendliness in his eyes. 

Carol stood in front of me, smiling. She scraped some squirrel on my plate and sat down next to me, putting the pan on the grill next to Dale.

"You're finally up," she said pecking my cheek. My cheeks flushed red and I saw April with a big Grinch grin on her face.

"Didn't you see the whole dog-pile shenanigan?" I said taking a bite of some squirrel meat. "I was awake when April and Carl elbowed me in the gut,."

Carol smirked. I looked over to see Carl talking to April, and she was actually smiling. Not a smirk, but a real, toothy grin. 

Looking at her the corner of my lip pulled up to my cheek a little and I saw Carol's head turn to look at Apri and Carl. 

"She can take care of herself," Carol said tapping my chin up with her finger lightly, "she knows what's right, what's wrong, and how to fight."

"I just don't wanna see her get hurt. Not again." I said looking at her light blue-grey eyes.

I care for April. I just don't want to see her get hurt.

Ever.

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Hola! Sorry. Hope you enjoyed, this chapter is a bit longer and I probably won't be able to write a chapter a day so here. *points to work with hands* enjoy Posters (idk I'll call ya' that) !