I Ain't Gonna Let You Die
This Should Be Interesting...
After the first night that we reluctantly shared our kill with the other group, they kept showing up at our “door”. Always asking for help, or seeing if we wanted any help from them. This was too foreign for us to have a good response to. I tried to tell most of them to fuck off as nicely as possible but Merle and Daryl just told them to, word for word, fuck off. No one was ever this kind to Dixons expect for Dixons, and well, me.
Shane and the woman that was called Lori seemed to keep their distance from us, shooting glares and sharing unnecessary whispers with one another. Carol and Daryl seemed to get along as well as one could with Daryl. He was always talking to her and being as nice a guy as he could muster with someone of the female variety. The Chinese kid and that black guy didn’t really come near Merle due to the slurs that he constantly used in reference to them. Hell, no one really came near Merle. No one really talked to me much because I was always with Merle. I didn’t mind though, I really hated people to begin with. The old man, though, what was his name? Dale, yeah, Dale would look at me with kind eyes a lot and would smile at me when we caught gazes. It was kind of a nice gesture. Better than talking to me…
A week after we all first introduced each other, word of sneaking into town came up. Everyone, including ourselves, were running low of easy access food, water and other needed supplies. Considering that we had only packed enough shit for a long weekend, we were starting to suffer, a lot.
“You want to go on that run?” I asked Merle looking up at him from where we sat by a tree, absentmindedly trailing circles over his leg.
“Mhmm.” He muttered. “We needin’ some more things. Might as well go to get the shit I know tha’ we need.”
“Yeah, I think that I’ll tag along, too. I need to see if I can find some items I need.” I said causally, sneaking another look at his face.
“Nu uh. No way in Hell is you comin’ into that city.” He looked at me sternly, frowning.
“Oh, can it, Merle. I can handle myself.” I rolled my eyes.
“Ya so sure?” He was now glaring at me.
I furrowed my brow and said through clenched teeth, “Positive.”
“I won’ allow it…” He told me, trying to stand up but I pulled him back down.
“I don’t give two shits what you’ll allow and what you won’t. Ya hear me? I’m going with you. I got your back, you got mine. Besides, Daryl wants to stay behind so he can watch the shit that we have left in case that nigger, T, stays behind. Or that Chinaman.” I told him, trying to sound convincing. Merle looked as if he was thinking about it, then nodded.
“A’right. But if you fuck summin’ up, Imma be pissed.” He smiled.
“Oh, fuck you.” I shook my head, smiling back.
“Okay!” He yelled, grabbing my hand to pull me up then threw me over his shoulder. He trotted towards our tent and unzipped the flap, playfully threw me in and followed my falling body.
“I was joking, ya big oaf!” I squealed as his started to kiss my cheek.
“No ya wasn’t… We haven’t done nothin’ in a while, y’know ya waaaant me.” He whispered in my ear as he attacked my jaw line, growling deep in his throat.
“Why dontcha go try and get some from that blondie, huh? I have seen you looking quite a bit lately.” I said, giving him a mocking wink.
“Oh, hush yo’self…” Merle growled then began kissing down my neck, biting my chest roughly.
I smiled into the feeling of his rough lips and hard stubble against my skin. He made his way back up to my mouth and pressed down lightly twice. He looked down at me and smiled as he rose his right hand, exposing what he had in it. My smile widened and I shoved him off of me slightly.
“Oh, awesome!” I giggled.
“Still can’ believe that you forgot that damn bag with yo’ stuff innit.” He teased me as he poured some of the white substance onto the tip of his index finger. Once satisfied with the amount, he gestured for me to get it off and I did. I lent in, getting very close to his finger before inhaling very deeply through my nose.
“Ah, jeez…” I muttered, sniffling a few times. “That is some good shit, stud.”
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice, baby girl… I’m going on that run tomorrow to scout fo’ some more. I know exactly where to go.”
“Wait…” I paused, watching him take a hit and trying to process his words fully as my high began to take over, “You’re only going to get more stuff? Merle, I really don’t think that that is a good idea. You could get hurt or killed.”
“Woman, you know that only a Dixon can kill a Dixon. I’ll be jus’ fine.” He smiled at me and took his own quick hit.
“At least I’m going with you…” I spoke more to myself than to Merle.
Before Merle could respond, we both heard that ape of a man, Shane, yelling for people to gather. We looked at each other and popped our heads out of the tent opening. Shane looked over to us and waved for us to come to him and the small group forming in front of him.
“Fucks he want… Goddamn cock block…” Merle growled, getting off of his knees and out of the tent. He reached out his hand to me, helping me up and we walked over to the group.
“To blow smoke up our asses as usual.” I jested, laughing a bit. Merle chuckled softly and slung an arm over my shoulders.
“Alright…” Shane began as we took place next to Daryl and Carol. “So, there is a run tomorrow that we all must discuss. There will be several locations for those that are going must hit up and get everything that could possibly help us in the future. Obviously, food, water, clothing, weapons, lighter fluid, matches, blankets, you get the idea… This run needs to be an in and out operation. No side tracking or unneeded pit stops. So, who is all going?” He finished, looking at the people in front of him.
Glenn, Andrea, T-Dog, Hernandez, some black lady I didn’t bother to learn the name of, Merle and myself raised our hands.
“Bunch’a fuckin’ degenerates coming with to watch our backs… Christ.” Merle muttered as he took in who would be going on the run. I giggled a bit at his angry grumblings and saw the Chinese kid, Glenn, looking at me with a sad expression. I scrunched up my face and shrugged, turning away from him slowly.
“Alright, so that is settled…” Shane began, “I want you all to set out early morning.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away from the now dispersing group. Merle yelled at Daryl to get his shit so they could fit in a hunt and everyone else went their own ways. I stood there, head swimming, smiling at nothing. I must have looked pretty damn stupid because the old man in the hat that always smiled at me walked up.
“Hey, there!” He greeted kindly.
“Hi…” I replied, eyeing him. “What can I do you for, old timer?” He looked at me, smiling softly.
“I just wanted to ask you a favor.”
“Okay?” I looked at him, squinting a bit.
“I know that you and your husband are--”
“Not husband.” I interrupted him quickly, “Not… yet, anyways.”
“Sorry, I know that you and your significant other are going on that run tomorrow morning and so is Andrea. Well, I was hoping that you could keep an eye on her. She thinks that she can handle a lot more than I actually know that she can… She is not too good with a gun and is dead set on going, so I want someone that does know what they are doing keeping an eye on her.” He admitted, looking a bit guilty. I grinned slyly at him, my buzz reaching its peek.
“You trust me to keep her safe? You would trust my word if I said that I would?” I asked him seriously, swaying a bit. He eyed me curiously and nodded slowly.
“Why?” I asked him bluntly.
“You have a good heart, Bray. I can see that. Even if you don’t talk to anyone, even though you do things that you really shouldn’t, especially in these times…” The old man paused and touched his nose indicating that I should rub something off of mine. I did so, blushing violently. He smiled and began again, “I don’t want this to sound rude but you put up with Merle, so, you must have a good, caring heart. I trust you to look after someone that I cannot on the run tomorrow.”
“Don’t know if you should…” I mumbled.
“I do.” He responded confidently.
“Alight, well… I am going with Merle, so, I mean I‘ll already have someone to look out for and watch like a hawk… But I can yell at her if she does summin‘ stupid.”
The old man smiled at my honesty. He clapped a hand on my shoulder and thanked me. I returned his smile and began to walk away.
“I would appreciate at least that, Bray. You are giving me a slight peace of mind.”
I smiled at him again, then nodded and walked back to my camp site, plopping down into my camping chair and getting a cigarette out of my pack.
Merle and Daryl were just heading into the woods. They were bickering about whether a squirrel or bird would be good to eat and shoving each other at every disagreement. I chuckled as I shook my head.
“This should be interesting…” I spoke to myself sarcastically, lighting it up.
So, biiiiig stuff happening in the next few chapters.
Te he he.
This should beeee pretty boss(;
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