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Negan's War

End of the World and There's Still Housework

Down in the kitchen, Mandy dropped off the dishes and told Becky, the girl she found there she’d be back to wash them in a tick. She found her way to the laundry room from Becky’s directions, located a spare tub and filled it half full with hot water from the tank attached to the boiler. She dumped Daryl’s trousers and boxer briefs in. The leather vest she took to another basin she filled with cold water from the tap and stuck it in, rubbing away at the blood, most of which lifted quickly as it hadn’t dried. Then she put the leather vest in the hot water as well, scrubbing it inside and out with a rough cloth before drying it down quickly with a hand towel,

blotting the moisture away before it could soak into the leather and ruin it. There wasn’t anything she could do about the bullet hole in the right wing on the back but she did manage to scrub most of the blood and grime off. She’d have to oil it lightly so the leather didn’t dry out, losing its suppleness but that would be a job for later.

The trousers were truly filthy, she dumped some powdered soap in with them and his shorts and pushed them around the hot water. The swirls of black dirt and brown blood muddied the water pretty quick but she kept at it, making sure the trousers were absorbing as much water and soap as they could. Leaving them to soak for a bit, she went back to the kitchen. She chatted with Becky as she washed their dinner dishes and any other dishes that were ready for washing. Becky was preparing a large rabbit stew for the Hilltop residents for the evening meal and Mandy gave her a hand chopping vegetables for that meal.

Becky was pleasant to talk with, an easy camaraderie developed as she helped Becky chop carrots and potatoes for the stew as Becky fried off the rabbit pieces before adding them to the big pot which was soon bubbling on the stove. They didn’t talk about anything in particular. Becky knew better than to ask what she was doing there and who Daryl was. She could also see how rattled Mandy was and realized what she needed more than anything was a dose of normality, of pleasantry and she provided that without question or hesitation.

“Hey, Becky?” Mandy asked “Would you guys have any spare clothes available?” She needed to beg, borrow or steal a few changes of clothes for Daryl and herself for the next few days before the trip to Alexandria. Daryl would have nothing to wear while his own clothes were being cleaned and mended – and she would have to replace the shirt she cut off him when she patched him up.

“Yeah, loads.” Becky answered. She took Mandy to the storeroom a few doors down from the kitchen that contained many additional supplies, bedding, shoes, coats and all sorts of clothing. The room looked like it used to be a grand dining room when this stately house was first occupied. Now the parquet floors were scuffed up and the room filled with a haphazard collection of shelving and racks.

“Help yourself. Whatever you need.” Becky left Mandy in the storeroom to browse through the collection. It wasn’t badly organized, clothing was grouped by item and roughly by size. It took her about half an hour to find two pair of jeans that had the same size label as Daryl’s dirty trousers, 3 pair of used but clean socks, 2 pair of men’s boxer briefs. Her mind went unbidden to the memory of the sweatpants hanging off his hips. Damn, he was well made.

She shook off her random lusty thoughts and concentrated on the job at hand. The sudden draw of her mind back to carnal considerations again, she started to get the seed of an idea, the germination of a plan to get her out of Negan’s group. She carried on her tasks mindlessly as her brain worked away furiously. She found an assortment of long and short sleeved t-shirts, a thicker flannel shirt and a lightweight jacket of black denim that she thought would fit him. She found a bag on the back of the door to carry all this up to the room and then looked at the women’s clothes to see if there was anything she could use.

She discovered a couple t-shirts in her size that were brand new from some shop, still had the tags on them. She’d found a warm soft pair of size 14 Levi’s in good shape and a sweater to replace her bloody and torn one, a long sleeved thermal top and thermal bottoms she could sleep in as well as wear under her jeans to keep her warm. February had been brutal so far and didn’t appear to be warming up anytime soon. A packet of new underwear in her size and few pairs of wool socks and she was ready to leave. She bundled the rest of the clothes into her bag as she left the storeroom.

Notes

Comments

I just found this story! Love it! Looking forward to an update! xo

Spock Spock
8/9/16

OK, take your time. I will keep a lookout for it.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/21/16

@cactuscrawler
I am continuing, just taking some time to get happy with it.

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/20/16

Hope you are continuing this story, can't wait to read more.

cactuscrawler cactuscrawler
5/20/16

@Grimesgirl63
Thank you!

Darylfan1969 Darylfan1969
5/14/16