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A Veil of Black and Gold

Ch. 9

Once Daryl walked away from the camp, all his bottled up emotions threatened to leak out of him. His anger, hate and sorrow were the strongest, but there was something else, something he wasn’t used to. Nicole was back, and the moment he saw her he felt a joy radiate in him. He was sure she was dead, walker food at least. When he and Merle saw that Ray was here at camp it made Merle extremely happy and Daryl too, but for a different reason.

Ray was not only one of Merle’s best customers, he was also Merle’s coke connect. Merle could get his fix of coke and Ray could get his pinch of crack. It was a win-win situation. All Daryl thought, however, was that if Ray was here Nicole had to be here also? The first night in camp, Merle and Ray attended to some business, while Daryl went looking for a sign, any sign that Nicole had gotten out of the city. It wasn’t that he loved her, Daryl Dixon didn’t believe in love.

He just felt that she needed someone to look after her; she was always getting into the worst sorts of trouble. He would remember hearing about how someone came really close to getting caught by Rick, Shane and the rest of the Raventon police force. Then her and Ray would stop by Merle’s to pick up some yellow and Ray would be so hopped up, bragging that they had, once again, duped the cops. He remembered a conversation that stuck with him more than anything, it was the first time he and Nicole had ever spoken, that night that they had a close call with the police.

“So, what the hell happened?” Daryl asked nervously, he had never spoken to her before and he was unsure of if she would even acknowledge redneck trash like him. She had no trouble talking to him, none at all.

“Man, you should’ve been there! It was awesome! It all started out at Ray’s house. He had just done the last of his crack and we were going to head over here to pick up some more. Well, I wanted to have a little fun, so I decided to make an everyday trip fucking amazing!” She continued talking about how she loaded her favorite paint ball gun, stole a car, took the license plates off and drove by the police station. She paused for a minute and dug around in her bag. She pulled out a huge sack of pot and some rolling papers. She turned to Daryl and he looked at her. “Would you prefer a blunt or a joint? I also have my pipe and bong if you would rather use one of those?” He let his lip curl up as he smiled at her. He personally never cared much for smoking weed, he was strictly coke, ice and shrouds, but Nicole Montez was looking at him, her light brown eyes sparkling with excitement and he couldn’t resist.

“What does your bong look like?” He asked, she grinned and pulled it out of her bag. It was a foot high, clear glass bong with her name written on it in purple sharpie, along with a few other names. “That’s pretty nice.” She nodded and pulled a grinder out of her bag. “God damn, that bag’s like never ending.” He commented. She laughed, like clear bells, as she loaded the grinder.

“It’s my boom-boom bag.” She said, as Daryl grabbed her bong, examining it closely, while she grinded up her pot.

“Boom-boom bag?” He asked as with a smirk as he gave the bong back so she could load it.

“Yea, I’m staying the night at Ray’s so I came prepared.” She winked at him and he smiled as she pulled a black Bic lighter from her pocket. He watched her as she sparked the bong, how her shoulders rose as she breathed in, how she closed one eye as she hit it and how her lips looked as she exhaled the smoke. She handed it to him and he took it, mimicking what she had just done. Once he handed it back to her, she pulled out a purple sharpie. “Here, you hit it, now you have to sign it.” She handed the sharpie and bong back to Daryl and he smiled, focusing as hard as he ever has to make sure he wrote his name perfectly. He wrote it on the bulb of the bong, pretty big and she admired it once he handed it back. “You’re a part of the club now Daryl Dixon.” He smiled at her and Ray came out of the back room.

“Daryl, get your ass over here!” Merle called from the back room.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you around. Thanks for the toke Nicole, you guys be careful.” Nicole and Ray waved at Daryl, and once they were outside he closed the door and locked it.

Once he found Rael that first night, he was positive Nicole was here too. However, that was not what had happened.

“Rael! Hey man, I thought that was you.” He said as he walked up to Rael.

“Daryl D. What’s up, how you’ve been?”

“No worse for the ware just got here with Merle.” He tried not to make it obvious that he was searching for some sign of Nicole. “He’s doing a little business with Ray.” Rael nodded and turned back into the tent he was standing in front of. Daryl didn’t know if he wanted him to follow him, but he did anyways.
“Hey, Rael, where’s Nicole?” Rael sat on the single cot, next to a small sleeping boy and held his face in his hands. “Rael?”

“She’s dead, Daryl.” He softly started crying and Daryl just looked at him, unsure of what to do or how that even made him feel. “You heard about her accident right?” He nodded and Rael continued. “Well, I went to the hospital to get her out of there, to save her. I tried to save her man, I swear I tried!” He yelled softly, careful not to wake the small boy. “She wasn’t breathing, her heart wasn’t beating and, I left her there.” He started bawling and Daryl was just about to comfort him, something he wasn’t sure on how to do, when he heard Merle calling him. Daryl turned around and left the camp, feeling as if a part of him died as well.

He was brought back to the present, brought back to the realization that Nicole was alive and he had told her to go to hell. He felt bad, no terrible, for that and he turned around and walked right into Rick Grimes. “What the hell do you want?” Daryl asked as he walked past him.

“I want you to apologize to Nicole.” Rick said as he followed Daryl back to the camp. “She wanted to help you go find your brother and you had no right to treat her like that.”

“No right? I had every right! She and you left my brother up there on the roof!” He yelled.

“She had no choice! We didn’t have any choice! She did what she did to save the life of someone else. He would’ve gotten us all killed! You know what, I’m done discussing this. If you want help in saving your son of a bitch brother, you know where to find us.” He walked back into camp, leaving Daryl to ponder his words.

Nicole sat on a dead log deep in the woods, in a pretty clearing. She felt angry still and hurt at what had happened this morning. She understood Daryl’s anger but at least his brother was alive. That had to count for something, right? She sighed and through a rock far into the forest.

“Ow, what the hell?” She heard a familiar voice and she stood up. Daryl walked out of the woods into her clearing, holding a spot on his head.

“Oh gosh, Daryl I’m sorry. I didn’t do that on purpose, I swear!” She stood up quickly and he walked to her.

“It’s alright; I’m the one who should be sorry.” He looked down at the ground. “I didn’t mean it when I said you should go to hell. I was angry.” He looked at her and whispered, “I’m sorry.” He turned back around and walked out of the clearing.

“Hey, Daryl!” Nicole called after him and he stopped, letting her catch up. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean it when I said that I hope you don’t come back.” She sighed and looked back up at him. “Do you want to go get your brother?” He nodded at her and she nodded back, feeling the need to run. So she did, she ran away from Daryl back to hers and Rays tent. She then took off to look for Rick; she wasn’t going back into the city by herself. She was going to get Rick to come with her. She found him next to Glen’s Camaro. “Hey Rick, Daryl wants to go looking for Merle. I’m going to help him and I want you to come with me.” Lori walked up from behind Nicole and heard what she asked.

“You want Rick to go where?” She asked. Nicole turned around and looked into the eyes of Rick’s wife.

“I’m going back to the city, Lori. I told Daryl I would help him go get his brother. I want Rick to go with me. I have his back and he has mine, I will look out for him, I promise you that.” Lori still wasn’t convinced, and she voiced it.

“I don’t think that’s going to be a good idea, Nicole. It’s not that I don’t think you will watch out for him, but I just got him back, we just got him back and I do not like the idea of him leaving again.”

“Lori, I need to go with her.” Rick said as he grabbed onto his wife. She decided to leave them be, and went to go get ready for the trip, in case it ended up being just her and Daryl. She walked slowly to her tent, and walked in, grabbing her backpack and getting supplies. Ray walked into the tent and saw what she was doing.

“So it’s true?” She turned around and saw him looking at her with an unreadable expression. “You’re leaving?”

“Ray, it’s my fault he’s up there. I told Daryl I would help him and I am.” He got closer to her and she could tell he was angry.

“I heard about that, about how you kissed him.” She turned to face him.

“Ray, it’s not what you think! He was going to kill someone!”

“So what?!” He yelled, scaring her a little bit. “You’ve killed someone, remember? Have you forgotten?” She closed her eyes that part of her past was supposed to be long lost and forgotten. He knew better than to bring it up.

“Ray, that was different, and how dare you bring it up, you swore you would never bring it up again!” She yelled back.

“You know what Nicole?” He ran his finger s though his hair and sighed. “Go, just go.” He walked out of the tent and she watched him leave, feeling tears stinging her eyes. She sat on the bed and cried. She cried loud and for a while, and didn’t notice Rick walk into her tent. She looked up, seeing her partner dressed in his police uniform. She smiled, knowing that he had convinced his wife to let him come. Behind him were T-Dog, Glen and Daryl all ready for the mission. She stood up and smiled, hugging her partner.

“I need to change.” She said and Rick led the group out and Daryl was the last to leave. He looked at her and before she could say anything, he exited the tent sealing it behind him. She sighed and went digging in the box again, looking for a shirt. She found her favorite black corset top. She smiled and took her Nirvana shirt off, throwing it on the cot and putting her other one on. She then walked out and led the mission group to the cube van, to go and get back Merle Dixon.


Chapter 9! Whoo whoo!
Sorry about the delay in posting but I've been super busy preparing to be a mom and picking out cribs and clothes so I apologize and will try to post more often:)
Thanks for reading!


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