Wake the Dead

chapter 18

We had driven back to the farm after shooting practice, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits from everyone doing so well. I wasn't in as bad of a mood as I was when we left, but I definitely wasn't all smiley and giddy like everyone else, and neither was Lori.

Syd handed me back my gun and I slid it back into my shorts, hoping I don't get it taken away again. I saw Lori walk away from Rick with a scared expression on her face and Rick having sadness on his. I walked over to the bench he was kneeling on. "Rick..." 

"Hershel wants us off his farm." He paused. "It's not set in stone and I'm trying to talk him out of it, but it's..it's-" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

I wasn't really even shocked at the statement, I mean I could tell Hershel sometimes got annoyed with us, but I knew Rick had put his hope in this place just to be let down, again. "If Hershel does make us leave, then we will deal with it then. I know that where ever we go everyone will do their best to get by and protect the group. I know that you will do your best to protect your family and make sure we all survive." I paused. "Plus, I think you can be a very convincing man." 

He nodded, placed a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "Thank you, Fiona. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry you have had to go through some of the things you did, but you are part of our group, part of our family, so we will all protect you, also."

I nodded at him and tried to flash him a weak smile as I walked away. Damn, these people were making me soft.

Dale started to cook some rabbit meat which I was really happy about because all I've had is squirrel the past week and I was slowly starting to get bored with it. I wouldn't complain about it though, I'm lucky I have food.

Dale handed me a plate and I sat down and ate everything on it in big bites. The sun started to set a little, making the sky become a weird orangey color, the day went by kinda fast. I got back up and Dale put more food on my plate to go take to Daryl.

I walked over to Daryl's tent and saw that his tent door was zipped up so I decided to make my self known just in case he was changing or something. "I would knock, but I don't think that really would work!" I called out.

I heard a few grunts and then him call back. "What do ya want?" 

"My bag, I left it in here... and I have food." I said and then waiting for his response.

"Ya can come in." He grunted from inside.

I unzipped the tent and walked in, seeing that he was sitting up on his bed. I handed him his plate and went over to my bag. I took my phone out and turned it off, not wanting to deal with it right now, then put it back in and closed up my bag. I felt him eyeing me so I turned around to face him. "What!?" I asked in an annoyed voice.

"Ya little freak out earlier, what was that all about?" He asked not looking up from his plate.

"Nothin." I said, not really wanting to discuss my melt downs with him.

"Seem to be havin a lot of those lately." He mumbled. 

That made the anger rise in my veins. "Do you want me to say sorry, Daryl?! Because I sure as hell am not!" 

He looked up from his plate. "I'm saying that it obviously isn't nothin! Do ya got some kind of fuckin problem!?" He said standing up. He gets pissed of just as easily as I do... even talking to him with a bad tone will make him angry.

"I don't need this right now! I was in a fine mood until I came in here do bring ya your damn food! I'm not your bitch!... Get it your fucking self next time." And with that I walked out of his tent, not bothering to zip it back up for him. I heard him throw something in anger and then grunt at the pain it caused him. Maybe I over reacted? Was he just trying to look out for me? Even if he was he can do it without pissing me off so damn much.