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I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 22: Past, Present, Future.

My body writhed with panic. I was so dead. I was in deep, deep shit now. They'd lock me up and throw away the key. I grabbed my car keys and walked out to my car. The smell of freshly cut lawn filled my nostrils. It was a particularly hot day in the middle of summer. The sun was glaring down, roasting my already heated skin.

I threw myself into my car. What was I thinking? Was it really worth it? I sighed and ran a hand down my face. I squeezed my eyes shut resting the back of my head on the head rest. Calm down, I told myself. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I'd turn myself in. There was a tap on the window, causing me to jump. I whipped my head around and looked up at the man. He motion for me to roll down my window. I did so hesitantly, scared that this guy was going to do something. I stared up at him wide-eyed, shaking slightly.

"Do you have the time to talk about our lord savior, Jesus Christ?" he asks.

I gawped up at him still a little shaken. I shook my head.

"Sorry no," I replied, timidly. He slams his fist on the roof sending a jolt through my body.

"The end is nigh!" he yells. "Your padlocks won't hold back the plague He sends!"

I turn the keys in the ignition and rolled up the window without a second glance. I speed off towards the nearest police station. My thoughts were taking over mind, making it hard to concentrate on the road in front of me. I turned on the radio to distract me. They were still talking about the raids going down across the country. I pulled into a space outside the police station. I hopped out, locked the car and scurried up the steps. It was jam packed with people. I hurried over to the receptionist.

"Yes. How may I help y'ma'am?" she asks, barely looking up from the computer she was furiously typing into.

"I would uh... like to uhm... report a murder?" I said. I was physically shaking and barely able to move.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we are extremely busy right now. Please find a seat and some one will be right with you," she says.

I nodded and hesitantly release the edge of the desk from my grasp. I stumbled through the crowd in search of a seat. I was shoved about and people were shouting and yelling over one another. I managed to find a row of seats. I sat down nervously realizing I was near the overnight prisoners. I rung my hands and stared at the floor.

"Ya got one call Dixon! Make it quick!"

I heard iron bars being pulled back. I froze, I had sat right next to the phone box! I'm an idiot. I stared intently at the ground as a prisoner's footsteps grew louder. They seemed to be even louder than the noise of the crowd. He picked up the phone and began dialing. I could basically feel him beside me, it made me feel nauseous. I didn't like prisoners. I'd have to get used to them now. He slammed the phone down angrily.

"Hey there, sugar-tits."

Oh crap, he's talking to me. Don't look up, don't look up.

"What's a pretty lil thing like you doin' in a dump like this?"

I didn't reply. I'd rather be shot than be caught talking to some... redneck.

"Did you hear the raids have spread up the county?"I overheard some one panicking."I'm getting out of here."

"Merle! Back away from the lady."

I looked up to my hero. An older gentleman, a cop ushered the man back into his cage. The man hung his arms out through the bars still looking at me and licking his lips, making my stomach turn.

"Sorry 'bou' him, kid," the cop said approaching me.

I shook my head a little, brushing it off. I stood up on shaky knees.

"What can I do for you?" he smiled.

I stare at him. He looked so kind and I was going to tell him I had murdered one of his colleagues. He'd throw me into an enclosed space with that pervert for God only knows how long.


"This is an emergency announcement. The riots have gotten out of control, everyone is told to stay locked up inside, a news reporter's voice boomed over the crowd. The cop looked away from me to another cop.

"Y'all heard! Everyone get back to your homes! Everything is under control!" he yelled.

People muttered complaints but the majority filed out of the building. Before the cop could turn back to me I was gone. I raced to my car ahead of everyone else and drove back home. The preaching man now had a group of others holding up signs, screaming at passer bys to accept religion into their lives while they still had the chance. I rushed into my house. If riots were going to happen they were going to happen in towns and cities. I piled my bag with clothes and some food.

"C'mon, Sam," I said, patting the labrador on his side.

He jumps awake, I grabbed his leash and led him out to the car. He hopped into the backseat and I shut the door. I head out to the main road to get out to the country-side. There was a loud buzzing beside me. I reached over to the passenger seat and pick up my phone. The ID reads Granddad.


"Harleigh, y'gotta get goin' to Atlanta ok? Your dad and Sarah are nearly there,"he gushes.

"What's going on are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Harleigh, they've started biting!"


"The rioters! They chomped on this one guy killing him!"


"Sweetheart, listen to me. If anyone ... anyone strange approaches you do not go near them ok? These people... I dunno it ain't right."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Do you have your bow?"

"Yes," I shuddered.

"Good girl. Did ya pack some stuff too?"


"Ok. I got to go. I'll see you in Atlanta ok?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, chicken. Be safe,"

He hangs up after that. I could feel tears pricking my eyes.

That would be the last time I'd hear his voice.


Back into the forest. Honestly, I'm so sick of trees and nature. But we needed food.

"Do y'know how to fish?" Daryl asked, shooting down a squirrel.

Daryl tied it to the rest of the squirrels that were strapped to Sam's back. I didn't argue that Sam was filthy and we had to eat those things.

"Kinda, I taught myself how to do it when this all started," I waved my hand around. I remembered my very vivid dream from last night. I shook my head clear.

"Found a river down this way,"Daryl said waving me forward.

I jogged to catch up with him. He led me down to a quiet trickling river. It looked deep enough for fish anyway. I ducked down to the ground. I pulled wool out of my backpack and began digging around for worms. I pinched one out of the ground just. There was a loud splash, I stood up.

"Did you just fall into the river?" I called.

"No! I codda fish!" Daryl said, yanking the scaly creature off his arrow. I walked over to him.

"Dude, you're not gonna catch many if ya make that much noise!" I laughed. He frowned at me.

"I just did."

"Yeah. With that technique you'll catch one but scare off ten," I smirked.

I crinkled my nose looking at the mess he made.

"Also those arrows have been through walker brains. You can put your arrow in your mouth but I'm not putting it in mine."

I sat down on a rock that had been heated from the sun. I patted beside me and he joined me. I dived my hand into the muck, pulling out a wriggly creature. I tied the worm onto the wool and past it to Daryl. I found another worm and made another "rod."

"Nothin's happenin'," Daryl complained.

"Gotta be patient."

He sighed in frustration.

I pulled back, dragging a wriggling fish out of the water. I smirked, catching Daryl frowning.

"T'hell with this I'mma go find a deer," he says tossing the string into my lap.

I lean back and rest the back of my head onto Sam's stomach keeping hold of both strings. After catching about a dozen fish I decided that I should go find Daryl. I stood up and brushed myself off. I started in the direction he had walked off. I kept my eyes to the ground, after spending so much time with Daryl in the woods I had learnt a few things from it. I heard Sam snuffling as he trotted after me. I found Daryl, but he didn't know I had found him. He was very focused on something ahead. I didn't want to scare him and get an arrow through the teeth.

"Daryl," I whispered. He flinched a bit and turned.


"No, I'm Harleigh," I smirked, crouching down beside him. He breathed a light laugh.

"Look," he pointed.

A few meters ahead of us a stag was grazing on grass growing up under thick roots of threes. I smiled, he was beautiful. Beautiful dinner. Daryl raised his crossbow and glanced at me for approval. He looked surprised when I nodded. The stag was dead in seconds.

"We'll make arrows outta them antlers... Thought y'was gonna have a hissy fit over killin' 'em," Daryl mumbled.

"I don't think you realise how hungry I am,"I laughed, following him over to the kill.

"So, how do we get all this home?" I asked. Daryl raised his eyebrow at me.


"Y'know, the prison," I rolled my eyes.

"So, y'won't leave again?" he asked, casually. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Might," I smile. He shakes his head.

"No, y'ain't. Not lettin' y'this time. Everythin' went wrong last time," he says, throwing the stag over his shoulders. I picked up the squirrels and the fish.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he says, his face tinted with red. Probably from picking up the stag, that must weigh a shit tonne.

"Want help?"

"Nah, got it," he huffed walking past me. I followed behind and we traveled back to the prison.

"Oh great, at least you guys had some luck!" Glenn said, sliding the gate open.

Some of the others, I don't know who, I was too focused on Glenn to see, came over and took our kills inside.

"Run didn't go well?" I asked. Glenn shakes his head. I frown.

"I was actually thinking earlier," I said, as Rick and Daryl joined us. "That supplies 'round here are gonna go eventually... We'll have to go far and come back or move."

"We're not moving," Rick said firmly."But you're right,"

"It's just food and medication, we're ok on everything else," Glenn says.

"I can go huntin'."

"We got really lucky today, Daryl, that won't happen all the time,"I told him, chewing my nails. He nodded. Rick runs a hand along his jaw.

"I guess we'll have to make longer runs."

Glenn looked unsure, obviously knowing he is going to have to be one of the runners.

"We'll go another time, we're good for now. We should relax, celebrate," Rick smiles. I do too, Rick barely ever smiles, so it instantly cheers me up.

"Also, Leigh, I wanna know everything that happened when you left."

"Oh jeez. No you don't," I sigh.

Glenn and Rick laugh at me as we all strolled inside.

"I should never have left, ugh, I basically became their leader. I dunno how you do it, Rick."

"I have great people helping me."

"Aww," I jeered, making him laugh.

We met the Woodbury survivors down in the cafeteria which Rick and all had cleared and cleaned during the day. They had blocked corridors so now we could walk down without being afraid of having our leg being bitten off.

"Is that alcohol?" I ask as soon as I enter the room.

A few tables had been pulled together like they had back in the hotel.

"Yeah, got some on the run," Glenn grinned.

"I thought you said the run didn't go well!" I yelled.

Daryl smirks and I sit between him and one of the knitting ladies from before, Tina. She smiles at me.

"Oh I know you!"

"Yeah, hi," I smiled, awkwardly.

This woman was really forward, like she was right up in my face; staring at me. Do you know how uncomfortable that is? Very. I knew I was going to be plunged into conversation with this stranger, so I braced myself. The food wouldn't be near ready.

"Look, Dolly. It's the brave lass from before!" she says calling her eldest friend's attention.

She then slaps the other, Peggy. They all stare at me adoringly, waiting for me to say something. I felt really intimidated and put on the spot. They just smile and stare at me. I slowly turn towards Daryl hoping he would talk to me about... I dunno anything. He catches my eye and smirks.

"So, uh... that deer," I mumbled.

"Mmm. S'good deer," he replied.

"How long does it take to cook?" I continued with the forced conversation.

"Dunno," he shrugs.

I lean closer and I ask him as quietly as possible if they are still watching me. He nods and I shut my eyes and swear.

"You're very beautiful!" Tina booms.

I fumbled with the hem of my shirt unsure of what to do.

"Isn't she Dolly?"

"Oh yes, very."

"Young Maggie has a ring! Isn't that delightful?!"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Are you married?"


"What about you, young man?"

"No ma'am," Daryl muttered, obviously not wanting to get involved in this.

"Ohhhh," Tina grinned.

This was going to be one long dinner.


"Maggie and I will stay, keep an eye out," Glenn said, trying to convince Rick to let them stay behind.

It was early morning and we had to go on a run. A run where we may not return for some time. It was the first of the long runs, so everyone was nervous. Rick looked unsure so I jumped to Glenn's aid.

"Rick, it'll be good to have them stay behind, y'know, if something does happen."

Rick finally nods and Glenn sends me a grateful look. I smile at him.

"Dad, I want to come," Carl pipes up.

Rick sighs and pauses for a moment. Carl looks to me for support but I'm not going to get involved in this one.

"Fine, but you stay in my sight, ok?"

Carl grinned and hopped into the back of the car Rick glances at me and I nod.

"Should we take the truck?" I asked.

"It's a lot of fuel... but we could bring back more supplies... I guess we could."

Daryl and I decide to take the truck while Rick and Michonne get into the car with Carl.

"You guys be careful, try to come back in one piece!" Carol called.

Daryl nodded at her before turning to fumble with his seat belt. I smiled at her and shut the truck door. I kicked my legs up onto the dashboard, trying to ignore the jealousy I had over Carol and Daryl's relationship. They had grown closer since I had left. I don't know why I care so much, I wished some one would snap me out of it. We rolled out of the prison following Rick's car. We seemed to drive for miles, I was nodding off my boredom and tiredness. I felt some one tap my shoulder.

"C'mon, Leigh."

I sat up slowly. It was night time. I jumped out of the truck.

"Whatterwedoin'?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"There's a town nearby. We're going to rest up for the night," Rick explains.

We head into a small house beside the road. It was gross inside, the hallway tiles were slippery with moter oil-like blood. We gripped onto the the walls and fell into the living room. I whistled loudly, checking to see if a walker would stumble down the stairs or shuffle out of the kitchen. Nothing. We hunkered down and went to sleep without a word.

The next morning we decide to leave the car outside the house, taking only the truck. Carl, Michonne and I get into the back and we speed off towards the town. We could hear the walkers. They probably hadn't smelled a living thing in ages, now a tin of food had rolled into their neighbor hood. The truck stops, Rick and Daryl climb into the back.

"We're inside a mall, we've parked into a delivery truck garage. We gotta shut the door so no walkers can get in."

"I'll go," I offered.

"No, I'll do it."

"Daryl, just cover me ok?" I rolled my eyes and slid the truck's back door open.

Five walkers had piled into the space. I hurried past them and slammed the garage door shut. I turned back to the walkers but they were already dead, bolts in their skulls. I ripped them out one by one and handed them back to Daryl. Rick kicked a side door open and we entered into the mall's offices. We past walkers quickly as possible, I kept Carl in sight, stabbing any walker that got to close to him. We made our way out onto the first floor. Carl peered over the banister to the ground floor.

"There's a whole herd down there," he whispered.

"I'll keep watch and make sure none come up," Michonne said.

Rick nodded. We split up, Rick and Carl, Daryl and I. Daryl led me towards the pharmacy. We worked in silence both knowing that we'd have to get out of here fast. Some of the shelves were empty, majority of the things we needed were there, but they were up high. That meant I had to climb up to grab them. I was successful the first few times. As I was reaching up for some cod liver oil my foot slipped. I shut my eyes waiting for my body to slam against the hard floor. Instead, some thing cushiony caught me. I opened my eyes and looked up at Daryl, holding me bridal style.

"Watch y'self," he muttered.

I nod and he let go off me. I don't know what possessed me or why I did what I did. I found myself planting a kiss just on the corner of his mouth. He flinched back a bit, unsure of what to do.

"Thanks," I mumbled, striding off as quickly as possible so I could hide my red face.

I pulled the bags of supplies out to Michonne and left them beside her.

"You okay?" she asked, frowning, her brown eyes full of concern.

"What, what do you mean yeah of course I am what's wrong with you are you ok ok good, bye," I spluttered turning and walking into a baby store.

Smooth as ever Harleigh. I slapped my forehead.


I think I jumped about fifty feet into the air.

"Jesus fucking Christm Daryl, don't sneak up on me like that!" I yelled at him.

He frowned at me, obviously aware that I was acting weird. I am so stupid. I needed to get my shit together.

"Y'pregnant or somethin'?"

"No, are you?"

What. What was that? Daryl stared at me like I'm a mad woman before shaking his head and reaching for baby grows.

I watch him for a few seconds, wanting to punch myself in face. I wanted to punch him in the face too. I remembered my old list of irritating things that roamed the earth. Maybe he didn't hold first place anymore but he still irritated me.

Everything about him.

His stupid tanned shoulders, his stupid muscly arms, his stupid vibrant blue eyes, his stupid messy brown hair and those stupid half smiles he gives me whenever I trip over a twig, insult some one or say something ridiculous. He was stupid and I hated him. I hated myself. This was the most reckless thing you could do in the apocalypse.

No. I do not have feelings for Daryl Dixon.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" A

nd that damn stupid accent.

I shook my head and strode up to him. I placed my hand on the back of his head and tugged him down to my face. Our lips crashed together. What are you doing Harleigh, you moron, stop. He pulls back quicker than I wanted.

"What y'doin'?" he asked, confusion in his eyes.

"I'm kissing you,"I rolled my eyes.

You go girl, you keep up that tough exterior. That way he won't think you care, because, you don't.


"Why the hell not?" I frowned.

He shrugs and steps away from me. Well, that went well.

"Let's ugh," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Right... the... baby clothes," I muttered.

He nodded and we go opposite directions to find what we need. I felt like shit. I didn't know what I expected. I guess I should have expected that. I mean it still was Daryl. Now everything is going to be awkward, it'll be my fault and the others will pick up on it and question us. Ugh. I rounded the corner, bumping into his chest.

"Ow, have you got steel armor on or something?"I asked, rubbing my forehead.

"Sorry," he chuckled a bit, awkwardly.

"Can we just forget what happened before?" I groaned. "I dunno what that was."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess."

"You guess?"

"I mean... I liked it," he muttered scratching the back of his head.

I felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my chest and smack him in the face.

"Oh well I can do better..." I said awkwardly, probably red as a strawberry.


I nod frantically. I must look freaking desperate. I step up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. Just as I went in for our second kiss I heard Michonne yelling. I sighed and rested my forehead on his chest.

"For the love of God," I grumbled.

I felt his chest rise and fall in a short uncomfortable laugh. I turned away from him. I swear to everything if my face doesn't drain of color I'm going to cut it off. We hurried out to Michonne. The walkers had caught our scent and were tripping up the stairs towards us. Michonne was already hacking off heads by the time we reached her. I grabbed as many bags as possible.

"Where's Rick and Carl?" I asked.

Michonne was too busy swinging her katana around. Daryl pulled me off towards the truck. We ran as quickly as possible to the truck and threw everything into the back.

"I'm going back-"

"I'll go with ya."

"No Daryl, start the engine and wait here. We have to get out quickly," I called back already rushing back into the mall.

I ran passed Michonne, still keeping the walkers at bay.

"Rick! Rick!" I yelled of the roars of the dead. He crashes into me.

"Where's Carl? Have you seen Carl?!" he shouts. I shake my head.

"Shit. CARL!"

I race after him up the stairs to the second floor. Carl comes out of a shoe shop with a whole load of boxes.

"C'mon! We gotta go!" I tell him grabbing some of the boxes off him.

We hurry back to Michonne who follows us slamming the office doors shut. We make our way back out to the garage and throw the boxes into the back. Michonne and Carl jump in as I get into the front with Daryl. Rick slides the garage door up. Daryl swings the truck out of the garage and Rick hops in beside me, breathing heavily. Soon we're on the road again back to the house we stayed in last night.

"Thank you, Harleigh," Rick breathes.

"For what?"

"Coming back. That was way too close."

"And this is just the first day."

Rick runs a hand down his face. We pull up beside our other car. Rick jumps out.

"I told you to stay in my sight!" Rick yelled at Carl as soon as I opened the door.

I surveyed the area as Carl and Michonne hop out of the back. My eyes landed on another car. I don't remember that being there... Carl's marching towards the house before I can warn him.

"CARL! WAIT! STAY AWAY FROM THAT HOUSE!" I bellowed running after him into the house. He turns to face me in the corridor.

"Go away, Harleigh," he snapped just as a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the sitting room.

"RICK!" I screamed as I followed Carl.

A pair of hands grab me, one tightly wound around my waist the other pressed against my mouth. Rick, Michonne and Daryl burst into the room.

"Fancy meeting you again, redneck."


ooh i wonder who it iiiiiiis ;D

WAS THAT WHAT YOU ALL WANTED?! I got so many messages from people saying that Daryl should just kiss her already.

That's not the way good ol' Harleigh goes motherfuckers.
:) thank you for commenting and reading and being cool. You brighten my day.

buh-bye x


I'm super sad because I've realized this may never get updated. It's legitimately the best story on this site

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Oh I really love this story. I hope it gets updated >< please update!

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This is the most amazing story ever on this site ever please update. Harleigh is amazing and you are a great writer.

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Amazing writing, as always.

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Holy crap please update!!! This is one of the best I've read in a long time!!!

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