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It's the End of the World, Didn't You Get the Memo?

Never Question A Woman’s Intentions, Even If You’re A Woman Yourself

“Breakfast in bed, damn I could get used to this!” The young Irish woman squeaked a day later, grinning away when Daryl Dixon had brought in a plastic plate of scrambled eggs and poorly cooked bread that was meant to resemble toast into her cell. Katherine sat up against the pillows of her bunk, Daryl setting the plate down on her lap and then joined her at the end, smiling at the woman who was wearing just his brown button up.

She seemed happier, as she happy as she could be during mourning and recovering from a bullet wound, it was around nine in the morning and she probably had a better night’s sleep than before with Daryl beside her all night. “You’ll start twistin’ hay D,” Katherine stated, taking a spoon full of the scrambled egg, and groaning at the surprisingly delicious taste, the first proper thing she had eaten since the Governor’s capture.

“Twistin’ hay?” Daryl raised an eyebrow, unsure of the saying and Katherine smiled at his lack of Irish slang knowledge.

“Causin’ trouble babe,” She answered, and Daryl nicked a piece of toast from her plate and Katherine smacked his bicep playfully. “I bet you didn’t even feel that,”

“Not really no,” Daryl smirked cockily and Katherine continued to eat. “After breakfast, Hershel, Glenn and Rick want to talk over another plan, put up some defences or talk about leaving,”

“Leaving?” Katherine almost dropped the spoon on the plate, eyes narrowing at her boyfriend as he shifted on the bed more, his hands gently resting on her legs through the bed sheets. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious Irish? If we stay, we’ll get attacked, if we go, we might be able to find somewhere else. Just like you and Malachy did with the church, here with the prison. We might be able to find ourselves a street or summin’,” Daryl shrugged and Katherine sighed, picking up the plate and putting on the makeshift nightstand next to the bunk.

“How would we wall it though? Barbed wire at first, maybe chicken fencing but it won’t be as good as we have here,” Katherine told him quietly, so the others who were walking around couldn’t hear them as she shuffled forward and took his hands in hers. “This place is safe as we have, sure the Governor thinks he can take us but we’ll figure out a plan. That’s what this group does, we always have a plan. And I’m going to kill him anyway, so we shan’t worry about that,” She smiled and Daryl became visibly uncomfortable and tense.

“I’ll take his other eye out for what he did to you,” Daryl told her, a growl in his undertone as he referred to the man that had put his girlfriend through hell.

“He didn’t do nothin’” Katherine assured him and his grip tightened on her skinny hands angrily.

“You were naked when we found you Irish,” She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Daryl assumed that the Governor had raped her that night and humiliated her by cutting off her hair. It was the most obvious thing a man like that would do.

“He didn’t…rape me, Daryl, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Katherine told him, feeling a small chill when she spoke about the Governor, Daryl’s face intense and his stare hardened on her face a little more. “He made me stand in a room full of his men…” She began in a low whisper, her eyes now averted from Daryl’s. “And made me strip in front of them before he grabbed my hair, and chopped at it with his knife,” Daryl’s eyesight softened slightly, and Katherine did nothing but absent mildly stroke Daryl’s palm in hers.

“Merle too?” He whispered and Katherine nodded, an unfelt tear slipping from her eye, which she quickly brushed away. “Son of a fucking bitch,” Daryl took his hands away from Katherine’s, and rubbed them over his face in distress.

“I don’t think he was into it, not that it matters, but look at me Daryl. I am not broken over this, maybe before, but not now, I owe Mal that, I owe Mal my strength and when I see the Governor again, I will kill him, and it’ll bring even more peace,” She told him firmly, shuffling closer so that she was kneeling in front of him, one hand lying on his cheek while the other rested on her pained stomach. “Please,”

“I don’t want to do something that will make you remember that,” Daryl mumbled and Katherine made him look up at her before she pushed her cracked plump lips against his with assurance.

“I’m not some kid Daryl, I’m twenty eight years old and I’ve been through the mill, I’ll make sure that you know if you do something that upsets me. I’ve told you that before,” She reminded, their foreheads resting together and Daryl let out a small sigh. “Don’t give me that look Dixon, c’mon, I need help getting out of bed if you want me to be a part of this discussion,” Katherine pulled the blankets off of her, revealing her endless pins and Daryl got up from the bunk, holding out his hands for the Irishwoman to take before hoisting her up slowly.

“Hershel is gonna’ kill me for this,”

“I walking about three days after I had uterus taking out, a little bullet ain’t gonna stop me,” She dismissed breathlessly, leaning against his body as she felt a slight stich coming on.

“Easy there Irish before you take me down,” Daryl struggled, adjusting his grip on her shoulders instead so she could lean against the sink as he bent down to grab some of her clothes from her bag.

“I can do that myself,”

“You’re in no condition,” Daryl replied in a somewhat grunt, pulling out a pair of dark jeans and opened them for Katherine to step in, which of course made her look at him strangely. “Well c’mon, I ain’t got all day,”

“I’m not an invalid D, I can put on a pair of-“ Daryl hadn’t waited for Katherine to finish her sentence only lifting up one of her legs forcefully and putting it inside the material of her jeans, and then doing the same action to the other. “Daryl!” Katherine squeaked, the Dixon brother getting up from the floor, clasping the sides of the waist as he pressed his body against hers. “This is oddly turning me on,” She thought aloud and he chuckled, lifting up and Katherine squirmed her well-shaped ass into the jeans.

“Am I allowed this back?” He asked, his calloused fingers playing with the hem of his button up that looked incredibly sexy while on Katherine’s body.

“I think it looks better on me,” She replied with a soft tone, her hands ghostly hovering over his which were now undoing the bottom button slyly, but Katherine could feel his rough finger tips stroking at her tender stomach.

“Hey er guys-“ Glenn’s voice boomed through the cell door, making Daryl pull away from Katherine so fast that it was if she was on fire, and when Katherine turned to protest Glenn’s appearance, she hit her hip on the sink.

“Fuck!” Katherine yelped, pressing her hand to the burning pain and breathing slowly through the pain, and Daryl glared coldly at Glenn, whose hands were now up in the air in defence.

“I’m real sorry-I--“

“What do you want Glenn?” Katherine growled, turning around so that her back was to them as she began to button up Daryl’s shirt up properly, debating to leave it on.

“Rick and Hershel have already started, you going to come out?”

“We’ll be out in a minute,” Daryl dismissed the young Korean with a nasty tone, and Glenn swiftly exited the cell.

“That was a little harsh,” Katherine stated, bending down to grab her boots with a hiss and Daryl’s hands wrapped around her hips to pull her against him. She straightened back up and Daryl kissed her neck sweetly. “What’s with you this morning?” She smiled, turning slightly so their lips could capture into a kiss.

“I’ll see you out there,” Daryl dropped his hands with an adorable smile that hardly appeared on his features and then exited the cell to meet with the rest of the group downstairs, along with Merle who was behind bars in the cafeteria area of the cellblock. Katherine’s eyes lingered after him a little further before finishing getting dressed, wrapping herself up warm, loading herself with weapons before keeping her hand on the walls to move out of the cell and to the balcony.

“Rick says we're not running, we're not running,” Was the first thing that Katherine heard from below, Glenn’s agitated voice towards Maggie and Carol.

“No, better to live like rats,” Merle started, Katherine leaning on the railing as Daryl stood at her side, taking her hand and clasping it.

“You got a better idea?” Rick questioned the redneck with narrowed eyes while loading up his rifle.

“Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now,” Merle informed, arms resting through the bars of the door and Daryl scoffed.

“We ain't scared of that prick,”

“He’s just a sick man who needs treating with a couple of bullets to the body,” Katherine commented beside her boyfriend, everyone’s attention drawing on her surprisingly well looking appearance.

“Nice attitude Irish, but y'all should be,” Merle replied to her, eyes lingering over her. “That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers and if he takes the high ground around this place…shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to,” There was a few moments of silence after Merle’s little speech and Maggie became uncomfortable with his presence, fumbling with a rag in her hand after putting her gun away.

“Let's put him in the other cell block,”

“Nah Mags, he's got a point,” Katherine told them with a shrug, making her way across the balcony slowly and made her way down the stairs, hand pressed against the bandage underneath the jacket that she was wearing when she was shot. “I don’t know what we should do, but we need to have a backup plan in case this all goes to shit, again,”

“Kathy’s right,” Axel agreed as she joined everyone on the lower level, Daryl also making his way down.

“I think she is too, I said we should leave, find somewhere else, we can't just sit here. Katherine was shot and almost died, Malachy and Oscar are gone, and you three would have also been dead if Katherine hadn’t come for you,” Hershel told Rick, Merle and Daryl firmly in his end sentence, Katherine staring at her beat up boots while the Sheriff was about to turn away from his group. “Get back here!” Hershel shouted suddenly, jumping up from the stairs on his crutches with a furious look, and everyone stilled at his outburst but Rick was still looking the other way. “You're slipping, Rick, we've all seen it. We understand why, but now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy, now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands so get your head clear and do something!” Even after all of that, Rick still walked away briskly and straight out of the cell block doors, Carl following after him and everyone let out a simultaneous sigh.

“What do we do now?” Carol asked them, holding Judith close to her and Hershel sat back down on the metal stairs in defeat.

“Make a plan,” Katherine told them confidently. “Keep people on watch, frequent ammo and supply checks. Clear out the prison a little more so we can set traps, I know how to make a trigger flash bomb-“

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Maggie asked her and she frowned.

“I’m sorry?” Maggie looked between Glenn and the others, unsure of what to say next.

“It’s just…I don’t think it’s a good idea that you take control on this,”

“Okay so apart from Merle and me, who else has military experience? Knows their way through a battle field and carefully structured strategies?” Katherine bit back angrily, offended that Maggie would suggest that the young McKinney couldn’t be able to handle herself at this point.

“You’re not strong enough,”

“Because I was shot?”

“Because you’re in mourning,” Maggie and Katherine were close now, steamed expressions staring each other down before the Irishwoman let out a small smile.

“Alright, Axel and Carol I want you to start building up more defences, Glenn and Michonne will check the weapon supply, Daryl, Beth and Maggie will check the food and water,” Katherine ordered, grabbing one of her guns and checking the magazine. “I’ll tell Rick to go on watch first, then Hershel and then me. Is that strong enough for you?” She cocked the gun angrily before storming off past the Greene girl and out of the cell block also.

Notes

Comments

Hi everyone! My account was deactivated so I have opened a new account on Mibba and will be posting the remastered version very soon! I have had a very tough year so I hope you guys understand that I've been too busy to write etc But my new years resolution is start again so I hope you guys will like it! The link is here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/614421/Its-the-End-of-the-World-Didnt-You-Get-the-Memo/


dragoncake dragoncake
1/14/17

@hoanie

Thankyou!
There were a lot of different responses when it was first posted about having the main characters that were Irish. Some people can't take new ideas! :)

I'm only on chapter 4 but this is excellent! I'm from Kentucky in the foothills of Appalachian mountains. I love that you have Irish main characters! But ill let you know what I think as soon as I'm done reading all of it. I'm a huge fan of Daryl Dixon and the walking dead series. 10/10 from me :)

hoanie hoanie
9/9/14

@cocaineinwonderland
If people are going to complain about that, then why are they reading the story? (I never get stuff like that, you're not forced to read it or anything). Anyways I love your character(s) and it's nice to read about people who aren't American, especially the 'how they got to America' bit cause its nearly always different.
I'm English too but I don't attempt to write to the American time zones, gives them something to wake up to I suppose! Thanks for agreeing to take a read :)

@chroniclesofcharnia

I know, it's just a lot of people have been complaining about how she's not like the other characters in people's stories. I make my characters realistic to a T, and a lot of people don't approve that Katherine can't get pregnant, isn't American, isn't all puppy dog in love with Daryl, etc. I wanted her as different as I could possibly make her and some people love it more than hate it so I'm cool with that :) I'm glad you are enjoying the story, I do try and update within the times of American readers as well considering I'm in England aha. That's what I used to do, I would sit up until 4 in the morning (when I knew it was American time) and watch the episode to get to writing it. I'd love to read what you've written, I'll get right on it :D