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Stars of the Dead

Little Mr Authority

Chapter 6 - Little Mr Authority

Was it this simple? Just have the survivors bring me in to their very safe and protected base as I was on bored line death. Have treat me, save me and let me stay? Or was it all too good to be true and will they just wait until I have restored to my full health and then have them send me on my way. By the sound of things, it was up to Rick. It was his decision.

If everything went down to a vote, I better start doing something instead of just sitting around or laying in the first aid cell.

I chatted with everyone, offered to help out with the cooking, the washing of clothes, cutlery and weapons. I even fed and changed baby Judith with Carol's approval.

"Wow you're a natural," she laughed, "Were there babies in the family you looked after?"

"Surprisingly no, not really. I just love kids." I smiled.

After the 10th shirt and 20th knife I had washed, I realised what I was doing. I wasn't trying to sweeten up the survivors, I was just putting off going to talk to Daryl. And I wasn't quite sure why I was so intimidated by him right now. He didn't seem that bad.

I decided I was being ridiculous and rude, I needed to say how grateful I was before it was left any longer and almost to late to do. I hung up the shirts and made my way to the bed cells.

It was Daryl's bed who's was out in the open on the top level. He was laid on his mattress fiddling with a pocket knife.

I walked to the bottom of the metal stair case, just below where his bed was. I didn't dare to go further up.

Without knowing how to start off a conversation with him, I stuttered a "Urm, hey." Good start.

My voice made him jump slightly, he sat up to see who it was, when he looked he laughed either to himself or at me.

"You actually own a full set of clothes?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, I'm only part time nudist you see." I returned the sarcastic comment. My confidence had returned.

The joking from his face had gone and he was looking pretty serious. What, he can give the sarcasm but can't take it?

"How stupid are ya?" He spat.

"Excuse me?" I was taken aback by the sudden change of mood.

"How stupid are ya blondie? Laying out in the open, in the scorchin' heat with no weapons, no protection. Yar an idiot." He ranted.

"Jesus, sorry if I had just been attacked by Jake who I thought died hours before. It was quite a shock to the system I'll have you know. Dick." I said with the same amount of venom.

Daryl's eyebrows raised, with possible approval of my rage.

"Nice face by the way," he said another sarcastic comment, "But I think you should wear these."

I hadn't noticed up until now that Daryl was wearing my sunglasses on the collar of his shirt. He pulled them off and one handedly chucked them down. I caught them successfully.

"Thanks." I said, not as warm as I should have since he had just insulted my sunburnt face. But I knew what I came to do and this would probably be my only opportunity, I softened my tone. "Thank you for saving me too."

"Ya welcome, naked girl." He said as he rolled to face away from me on his bed.

"It's Lily." I said bluntly.

"Ya welcome Lily," Daryl corrected himself.

I slowly walked out of the cell block.

Now that was a roller coaster of a conversation. First he was sarcastic and tormentative, possibly flirty.
Then Daryl got pretty angry over something he shouldn't, it didn't have much to do with him since I didn't know him before hand and then the conversation went back to sarcastic and flirty! What a guy, he had the emotional spectrum of a woman.

And to be truthful, after all the putting off I did, I really enjoyed our short and not so sweet conversation. Although I wasn't quite sure if I had Daryl's vote to stay.

I returned to the living room cell block to find it a lot fuller than before.

Stood as if they had just arrived through the door was an older guy, not as old as Hershel but older than Glen. He was probably around 40. His face was in need of a shave and his hair a cut, it was long and slightly curly, it had been pushed back off his face. The way he stood with his hands on his waist, listening intently to Hershel who was up on his crutches, I assumed this was Rick. He held such authority.

Beside him, about half his size was the kid I'd seen before, it was Carl and you could tell he was Rick's son not only by his looks and he was wearing a sheriff's hat that was 2 sizes too big for him but the way he was also analysing what Hershel was saying. He might have been half of Rick's size but he didn't have half of the authority. This kid had a character larger than life. Carl's input or opinion must have meant a lot to the group and obviously Rick.

"Here she is right now," Hershel announced.

So they were definitely talking about me.

"Hey, Lily is it?" Rick stepped forward.

I walked to met him half way and shake his extended hand. "Yeah," I nodded.

"I'm Rick." His face wasn't quite a smile. It was kind but troubled. "That's some nasty sunburn, I'm sorry we don't have anything for that." He apologised.

"No honestly, what your group has done already it's too much. And I'm very thankful for it." I had to let the leader know how grateful I really was in hope of me staying but he didn't seem to be the one I needed to impress but the sour faced 12 year old beside him.

"So there's no one left? No family, no friends?" He questioned.

"No, our base was taken over by the infected two weeks ago. There were so many, much more than usual. My mum, dad, uncle, aunt and cousin didn't make it but myself and Jake managed to get to the car." I explained.

"And what happened to Jake?" Rick asked almost suspiciously.

"He was shot. We were trying to signal down a car in front, ask for some help but they just shot him." The image of Jake's bloody body entered my mind, I shivered at the memory. "He turned around 3 hours afterwards while I was next to him in the car."

"I'm sorry about that." His voice was hard, his face was emotionless although he did let off a flicker of worry when I said Jake was shot, it must have surprised him that he wasn't bit. But the way he said 'sorry about that' didn't feel genuine, it was more like you'll get over it, I've been through worse. And he was right, he probably had.

"How do we know we can trust her?" Carl spoke from his Daddy's side, his eyes were scrutinising.

"Carl," Rick's voice was a lot softer. "Look at her, she young, weak and has no one left. Like the majority of people in this group, we're all alone now. Not many left. There's no reason why we can't trust her. We should let her stay."

It should have felt like a weight was lifted up off of my shoulders because the head guy just said I should stay but it didn't, I felt like I still needed the approval of the child.

"I may look it but I'm not completely useless. I can kill an infected, I've had quite the bit of practise when running out for supplies with my family." I defended myself.

"How are ya with a gun?" Carl began the interrogation.

I spoke directly to Carl, "I prefer to use a knife but I went to the shooting range a couple of times with my uncle, I'm sure with some practise I'll be up to your standards in no time. I've heard you're pretty good."
He ignored my comment and walked past me, heading to the beds.

"Sorry about him, he's finding it hard at the moment." Rick apologised.

I nodded, "I understand. But honestly, I'll do all I can to help. Is there anything that needs taking care of?"

"Nothing outside in the daylight Lily if you want to get rid of that sunburn and keep the sunstroke at bay," Hershel intervened for my health's sake.

Rick paused for a moment to think, "Michonne's been busy today circling the perimeter, she'll be back soon after her day's work so I doubt she'll want to do the night watch. How about it?"

"Yeah that sounds great, I've had my night's worth sleep today anyway.." I agreed to it.

"That's settled. You'll be doing night watch with Daryl." Rick confirmed.

"What?"

"What?!" A voice from behind repeated me.

I turned to find Daryl by the barred door way, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. Daryl wasn't too pleased.

"Hey now Daryl, you found her and brought her here. She's your responsibility." Rick explained. "You can show Lily the ropes."

Oh great, so I was being buddied up with Daryl the happiest guy on the planet.

"Oh great," he said, sarcastically of course.

At least we were kind of on the same level by accidentally mimicking each others words and thoughts. Our sarcasm was something we had in common.

Rick walked over to Carol and picked up Judith, he rocked and shushed her to stop any oncoming cries. Suddenly the authority he obtained melted away and he became daddy. There wasn't anything else that made a guy cuter than him with a child.

Carol was clearly amused by Daryl's attitude towards our night watch together, "Finder's keepers." She teased.

Daryl, with crossbow already on his back, picked up a knife previously cleaned by myself and left the cell block. "Come on blondie, I ain't got all day." he called over his shoulder.

I did the same, I grabbed the biggest knife laid out.

"I'd take a gun too," Glen suggested.

"Just incase Daryl gets on your nerves," Maggie joked.

Glen pulled on from his pocket and handed it to me, "Thanks," I said and quickly followed after Daryl.

For reasons I don't quite know myself, I gave a quick look behind me, something must have caught my eye. In the corner filling up a baby bottle was a blonde girl with hair shorter and slightly wavier than mine, green eyes which were similar to my own. I paused at the top of the stairs and stared at her. Sarah? Was that Sarah?

"Blondie!" Daryl shouted, "I haven't got all day a said!"

His impatient calls knocked me out of my trance and I followed him down the damp halls and outside.
I shook my head as if to shake the image of Sarah out of my mind. That was Sarah, it must have been. It was such a realistic hallucination. My brain got pretty much all Sarah's features correct; the colour of her eyes, her hair (both similar to my own), her hair length, the height of her, her figure, even the shape of her face. But I didn't understand why I pictured Sarah filling up Judith's feeding bottle.

I said I was bored line insanity when I thought I heard Jake breathing again but no, now I had seen my dead cousin Sarah preparing to feed baby Judith. I'd crossed the line into crazy.

Notes

Are you ready for some Lily and Daryl alone time in chapter 7?! This chapter is longer than 5 was and chapter 7 next will be the longest one yet with a total of 2434 words.

I'm trying to write Daryl the way Norman plays him, and the way a love story goes for him Norman says he is a 'virgin' and he also said that he like the 'slow growth better than just throw-someone-against-a-tree thing.' So I'm going to try to slowly develop Lily and Daryl's relationship. Adding to the mix, my OC is 20, nearly 21 and for her relationship with Daryl not to be completely awkward, I'm writing Daryl as the age of 30 where as he is said to be late 30's early 40's.


Quotes from Norman I'm going to attempt to write Daryl's personality like so I don't go too OOC:

"he's loyal, he wears his heart on his sleeve, he means what he says... he is socially awkward, he's trying to figure out who he is and become this new man in this world."

Comments

@jenniferemmadixon
Thank you!
walkingrosie walkingrosie
10/23/13
That's great! !!
@Mortisse
No no! Haven't upset me, just putting it out there hahaha
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/6/13
@walkingrosie
I hope I am not upsetting you, I was trying to make it constructive criticism, if I didn't truly enjoy it I wouldn't bother to comment at all I would have stopped after the first chaptee. :D
Mortisse Mortisse
9/6/13
@Mortisse
Well it's only the case for the first chapter or so, this is my first ever fanfiction
walkingrosie walkingrosie
9/5/13