THE DEAD AMONG US | DARYL DIXON [BOOK ONE]
It was the spring of '98 when Thalia met the rugged mechanic known as Daryl Dixon. Normally, Thalia wouldn't be interested in a man like Daryl. He was quiet, rude, and didn't know how to let loose. But then again, he was thoughtful, kind, and gentle with her. She allowed herself to fall in love with him. As soon as she did that, he left. Twelve years and two kids later, she meets him again. This time during the Apocalypse. [Daryl Dixon x OC, Season 1-3].
WARNING! Contains spoilers, racial slurs, violence, graphic details, and explicit adult scenes.
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Chapter One — Daisies & Oil
~March 1st, 1998 (approximately 10:23 a.m.)~
"Damn it! Fucking car won't start. Such a shame, it lasted me seven years!" I mumbled to myself as I tried to start my engine once again. I sighed, leaning my head back against the driver's seat, allowing my frustrations get the best of me. I closed my eyes for a second before making a decision on what to do. "Guess I'll walk to work."
I quickly gathered my things, and continued my small journey on foot.
It didn't take me long to get to my floral shop, considering the fact that I was sprinting in six inch heels, but I could see the people waiting in a crowded group like an angry mob to purchase their ordered flowers.
"I'm so sorry for your wait! I had some car trouble!" I told the very annoyed, impatient group of people.
"Whatever, lady. Do ya some justice to be on time next time 'round." A larger man with a beard said. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked my shop's door.
"Yeah, and it'd do ya some good to lose some weight. Fat fuck." I mumbled, opening my now unlocked door. I walked in with the people behind me. I had flowers laid out with the names of the customers who ordered them.
I didn't have to do much work. The customers picked up their flowers and laid the money on the counter, quickly leaving as soon as they did.
It was always weird to me that my busiest hours in the shop would be early in the morning. I shook my head with an amused grin as I started writing down the flowers I needed ordered in by tomorrow.
Just then, my assistant, Juliet, came in with a proud smile on her face. I raised an eyebrow, noticing her happy mood today.
"You didn't have a rough night like usual, huh?" I asked her as I continued writing. I could hear Juliet chuckle.
"You should hang out with me. Get some action in your life." She said with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't need any "action," Juliet. "I rather pick and count flowers." I replied.
It was then Juliet's turn to roll her eyes, she always thought that I should live it up like I'm sixteen. What she fails to realize is that we have two different definitions of "living it up". I would rather go to quiet bars to get to know someone in an intimate level. I'm not uptight, quite the opposite actually.
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Juliet stood near her work area, watering the model flower bundles that were on display in the front of the store. She pressed her thin lips together. She never understood why her boss didn't have the urge to want to go out and have some wild fun, potentially meet someone.
"Yeah, that sounds like the life, staying at home...never having any fun." Juliet said sarcastically, referring to the earlier conversation she had with Thalia.
Thalia didn't respond, she smirked to herself noting Juliet's sarcasm.
"Hey, where's your car? I didn't see it parked outside."
Thalia looked up from her notes, her eyes shifted to the curious blonde.
"My car wouldn't start. I tried everything but the damn thing wouldn't move!"
"How long have you had it?"
"Since my 16th birthday...so seven years." Thalia said with a sigh before focusing on her paperwork once again.
"Have you had it checked on before?" Juliet asked as she walked over to the mini fridge behind the checkout counter, pulling out an orange juice pouch.
"No." Thalia said as she turned to continue writing out her flower list. "Never."
Juliet nodded before really taking in her surroundings, she looked outside and then noticed a sign on the building in front of the floral shop that read "Dixon's Garage". Juliet turned to Thalia.
"You do realize that your shop is in front of a car garage, right?" Juliet asked pointing to the building across the street. Thalia looked up from her writing and shrugged.
"Didn't notice." Thalia quickly said as she continued to write once again. Juliet stood there for a moment, her hands placed on her small waist. The younger girl sighed, walking over to Thalia, grabbing her pen and notes. "Hey! I'm not done."
Juliet looked at the notes and nodded. "Lia, these are basically the flowers you just sold. I'll call them in and pick them up myself! I'll even answer the phones all day. You need to go over there and see 'bout your car. Go!" Thalia raised her eyebrows and grabbed her purse.
"Who made you the boss?" Thalia asked Juliet as she walked out of her shop and across the street.
She looked up at the garage sign once more before entering.
The sound of classic rock music was the first thing Thalia noticed. The smell of oil and cigarettes was the first thing her nose smelled. Thalia had a strong stomach, so the stench didn't really bother her. She looked ahead to see a body behind the hood of a car. It was a man with tan skin, and strong arms.
"Um, hello?" Thalia said softly, but the music was so loud that she was pretty sure he couldn't hear her. "Excuse me?!"
The man looked over his shoulder to look at her. He turned off his music and faced her direction, giving her a chance to really take in his appearance.
He had short brown hair, clean shaven face, and a beauty mark right above his lips. He had small defined muscles, but his arms were still bigger than hers. He was about 6'0", if not, close to it. He had broad shoulders and a big chest. Thalia realized she was staring, so she quickly averted her eyes.
"Can I help you with somethin'?" He said with his gruff voice. Thalia was sure the man didn't mean to come off as rude, or maybe he did.
She observed that his hands were drenched in dried oil. Whatever he was doing behind that car, he was working hard.
"Um, my name is Thalia Carter...I own the floral shop right across from you..." Thalia started to say awkwardly. It was no secret that she was a little intimidated by the man in front of her.
"I don't want no house warming gift." The man said with a scoff as he turned around, continuing to work on the car again.
"I didn't bring you a gift!" Thalia said, she was starting to get a little peeved at how this man was acting towards her. He was rude and distant, a total ass in her opinion.
"Then what do you want?"
"My car won't start."
"So?" The man asked. Thalia shifted on her feet awkwardly.
"I was wondering if you would take a look at it."
"Where is it?" He asked wiping his hands on a dirty red towel.
"It's at my house." Thalia said with a sigh. The man looked at her and shook his head.
"I don't do house visits."
"What if I paid you extra? Please? It's the only car that reminds me of my mom. Please." Thalia tried to bargain. She knew she hit some type of nerve bringing up the word "mom" but she chose to ignore it.
The man stood there thinking about for a minute before nodding. Thalia gave him a big smile.
"Thank you! Um, here's my address.." Thalia quickly wrote down her address on a small piece of note paper. "There ya go." She said as she handed him the paper. She started to walk away but quickly turned around, only to see him still looking at her. She felt a little insecure under his gaze but she brushed it off.
"I didn't get your name. I'm sorry."
"Daryl." He told her.
Thalia gave him a small smile,
"Daryl? It fits."
Daryl continued to look at her. They exchanged glances at each other as she walked back over to her floral store. Daryl looked down at the paper once more and scoffed before getting back to work.
~March 1st, 1998 (approx. 4:53 p.m.)~
Thalia sat on her couch with her daily shipping notes and list of potential buyers in her lap. Every minute or so she would take a sip from her glass that was filled with sweet tea.
The silent sounds of loneliness made Thalia's brown skin shiver.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Thalia looked up, placing her notes beside her before walking towards the door. She opened it to see a man with a cigarette between his thin lips, it was the man from earlier.
"Daryl, right?" Thalia said with a small smile as she led him into her home. Daryl nodded, putting out the cigarette as he entered the cozy house.
"Yeah. Your name Tiffany, ain't it? Somethin' like that." Daryl mumbled. Thalia glanced at the floor then back at him.
"It's Thalia, actually. You can call me Lia if it helps you remember."
"Nah, I can remember Thalai."
"Thalia." She said once again. Daryl nodded.
"Thalia." Daryl said with his deep, southern accent. Thalia didn't understand the spark that jolted through her when she heard him say her name.
"Yeah, that's my name." She said with a small smile. The young woman cleared her throat as she led him to her garage. "Let me show you the car."
Thalia turned the garage light on, showing her white 1989 Volkswagen Beetle. Daryl chuckled at the little car. Thalia crossed her arms and frowned.
"What's so funny?"
"Damn girl. You drive this little thing?" Daryl asked as he walked over to the vehicle.
"Yes! Shelly has gotten me where I needed to go, she doesn't use that much gas either."
Daryl smirked. "Shelly, huh?"
"Yes, Shelly." Thalia said playfully as she rolled her eyes.
"You mind popping Shelly's hood for me?" Daryl asked.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." Thalia walked past Daryl before grabbing her car keys and unlocking the car door.
Daryl couldn't help but let his eyes gaze at Thalia's features, she was without a doubt beautiful. He noticed the smallest things about her first, like how when she's uncomfortable she shifts on her feet and tilts her head slightly to the left or how shy she was around new company. Or maybe everyone is like that, but there was something about this girl that had him intrigued.
"So, uh, how old are you anyways?" Daryl asked as Thalia got inside her car.
"I'm 23. You?" Thalia replied as she popped the hood of her car.
"I'm 28." Daryl told her. He took a mental note, thanking the stars above that she was of legal age. "So, uh, what you say you do?"
"I run my mom's floral business instead of pursuing the career with the degree I worked my ass off for." Thalia said with a scoff.
"Somethin' happen to her? Your mom?"
"Yeah, she died of cancer last year." Thalia said avoiding Daryl's gaze. Daryl looked at the girl, he didn't feel sorry for her because he wouldn't want anyone else showing him pity whenever he talks about his mom. "She bought me this car on my 16th birthday."
"Sorry 'bout your ma." Daryl mumbled as he opened the popped hood. Daryl whistled lowly as he took in the damaged car in front of him. "Damn."
"What?" Thalia asked, her eyes knit together. She was confused.
"When was last time you had this car checked out?"
"Never." Thalia mumbled. Daryl didn't hear her.
"Huh?"
"Never."
"Whatcha mean never? Not even an oil change?" Daryl said looking from the engine to her. Thalia shook her head shyly. "How the hell is this car still running?"
"It's not."
"You know what I mean, smartass." Daryl said. Thalia smirked at his comment.
"Can you fix it?" Thalia asked.
"I can try. Might take a few weeks." Daryl told her truthfully. Thalia nodded and then sighed. Daryl noticed her discomfort. "What?"
"I was a little late to work and the people went all snappy, because I decided to walk. I guess I'll have to get up earlier for a while." Thalia said with a shrug.
"Nah, you can catch a ride with me. I don't live far from you. You're actually on the way to my garage."
"Are you sure?"
Daryl sighed. "You want the ride or not?"
"I'll take it." Thalia said with shy smile as she looked up from the ground to Daryl's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before she broke their gaze. "Um, I should let you get started then, huh?"
Daryl nodded as he took off his jacket, he walked pass her to go get his tools out of his truck. Thalia watched him leave. Their was something about him that made her curious. She wanted to know more about him. Hopefully, he felt the same.
~March 25th, 1998 (approx. 9:32 p.m.)~
Thalia and Daryl laughed at the ridiculous story she told him about the time she "ran away" from home.
"I was 13! My dad never really let us go places, so it's not like I knew where the hell I was going! It was the biggest fail I've ever experienced." Thalia chuckled before taking a sip of beer from the cold bottle that she held in her hand.
Daryl chuckled and shook his head. He loved the sound if her laugh, he figured that out not too long ago.
They spent a lot of time together since he was still working on her car. He noticed that they don't have much in common but she's like the sweet side of him that nobody will ever see. And for her, he's the badass, fearless son of a bitch she wish she could be. They balanced each other out perfectly.
"You've never punch somebody before?" Daryl asked with a raise eyebrow. Thalia shrugged.
"I have, but I've never been too good at it. I went to military school when I was 15...let's just say in combat, I'm useless. Give me a gun...I probably won't miss the target."
"I'll teach ya." Daryl said as he got up and placed his beer bottle on the table next to his tools. Thalia raised her eyebrow but played along. She quick put her hair in a ponytail before facing Daryl.
"Show me how you'd punch someone first." Thalia nodded and went to punch him but he grabbed her arm before she could strike him. "What the hell was that, Thalia?" He walked over to her and helped her get in the perfect position.
"When you hit me, you best mean it." Daryl told her sternly, she nodded and tried her best to punch him. If Daryl didn't move, she would have decked him. Daryl caught her arm once one, she lost her balance and fell into his arms. He held her up right and looked into her brown eyes as she stared into his blue ones.
Thalia thought the man in front of her was handsome and intriguing. Despite what he might think of himself. Thalia made the first move, since he wasn't going to, and kissed him. She felt him tense at first but eventually he kissed back.
The way his bottom lip moved between hers sent shivers down her spine. Daryl held her close, not wanting to let go. He never felt this way about any girl. He always told himself to never open up or let himself fall in love but with her it was different. He spent 9 hours with her daily if you add up the time he spent on her car, the rides he'd give, the amount of time she spends in the garage with him in his building. It wasn't like he was love struck at first, he was just curious about her; he didn't think that he'd be kissing her soft, pump lips.
Thalia slowly pulled away, so they could breathe for a moment. She instantly missed the feeling of his lips against hers. Daryl was still looking at her, she leaned again—this time asking for permission to kiss him. Daryl agreed by leaning in to kiss her once more, his hand slowly left her shoulders to her waist, pulling her closer.
The feeling of Daryl's rough hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine, causing her to moan quietly; parting her lips slightly.
Daryl took the opportunity to lick his tongue against hers, massaging it. Thalia couldn't help but moan again, he tasted like mint, cigarettes, and beer; which oddly tasted good.
Thalia jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he held the bottom of her ass. Daryl blindly walked up some steps to a door that led them inside of Thalia's house, to which he did successfully without bumping into anything.
"Down the hall to the right." Thalia mumbled while her lips were still pressed against his. Daryl knew she was giving directions to her bedroom, which he happily led her to.
He gently laid her down on the bed, slowly playing with the hem of her shirt. Thalia spread her legs wider so Daryl could fit between them properly.
He slowly lifted the shirt over head, admiring her expose breast. He began to kiss her neck then her collarbone, slowly coming across her brown nipples. Daryl softy grabbed one with his free hand, wrapping his mouth and tongue around it while his other hand traced the other. Thalia gasped softly at the warm sensation her body was feeling.
It didn't take Daryl long to kiss down her flat stomach and unbutton her tight jeans, slowly taking them off along with her panties. Daryl took the time to admire her smooth legs as he kissed them, then her thighs, leaving him to admire one more part of her.
Daryl pressed his warm tongue against her core, leading him to suck her clitoris, making the young woman go insane.
"Daryl, I need you." Thalia said breathlessly. Daryl leaned over to kiss her once more. Thalia lifted his shirt and pulled him closer to her, feeling her bare chest against his.
Daryl unbuttoned his pants as he continued to kiss her, pulling it down to reveal his erected dick.
He pressed himself against her, slowly entering her warm corm. Thalia loved the way he felt inside of her, she loved the pleasure he gave her. Daryl kissed her neck as his pace began to quickly. Thalia moaned louder as she felt the building sensation unfold, allowing herself to reach her climax. Daryl doing the same not long after.
He laid beside her, trying to control his breathing. Thalia waited a second before she pressed a kiss against neck, rubbing her hand on his chest. Daryl wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.
"Next time, you get to sit back and relax." Thalia said seductively in his ear before laying her head on his chest and falling asleep.
~July 18, 1998 (approx. 7:57 p.m.)~
Daryl and Thalia became closer after that loving night they shared together. They continued to make lots of love and spend time together. Daryl fixed her car up, it was running smoothly.
Thalia closed up her shop before happily walking over to Daryl's garage.
"Daryl, you will not believe the stress I was going through today. This bastard—" Thalia began to say but went quiet when she noticed a man, older than Daryl was talking to him.
"Don't you see he closed, girl?" The man said with a raspy, southern accent.
"Leave her alone, Merle." Daryl told his brother. "Thalia, this is Merle. Merle, this is Thalia."
"Um, hi." Thalia said with a wave. "You must be Daryl's brother?"
"Yeah." Merle said with an eyebrow raised. "You must be his assistant or somethin'?"
"No," Thalia said with a scoff. She looked at Daryl. "Did you tell him that?"
"No, I didn't." Daryl said as he stared at her. Merle looked between them.
"Well, who the hell are you?" Merle asked and Thalia shifted on her feet uncomfortably. "You ain't his damn girlfriend because he knows that our kind and your kind ain't meant to be mixing."
Thalia felt a burning mix of anger and hurt towards her lover's brother. "That's the most ignorant thing I've ever heard! You racist bastard." Thalia yelled. Merle got on his feet and shoved the girl. Daryl reacted quickly and shoved his brother in return.
"You don't touch her, Merle!" Daryl yelled, his face heated from the almost fight between his brother and his girl. Merle was shocked that Daryl stood up to like that, over a girl.
"So, that's it, baby brother? Huh? You gonna kick my ass over some girl? Some black bitch?"
"You shut your mouth, Merle! Don't talk about her like that." Daryl told his brother. Merle couldn't believe his ears.
"Baby brother, I'm family...I'm blood. You wanna throw me away for her?" Merle spat at his brother.
"Ain't nobody talking about throwing you away."
"So damn dramatic." Thalia said.
"You shut your mouth, bitch! This between me and my brother!"
"You are such an ass. Daryl, can we go?" Thalia asked. Daryl turned to her and his words couldn't form. He was left to choose between blood and love, the way he was raised...
Blood comes before anything.
"Daryl?" Thalia asked. She looked into his eyes and could see the future regret he was going to have. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Daryl?" She asked again, her voice cracking.
"He's blood. I can't just kick him out." Daryl told her. He reached to touch her hand, but she backed away from him. She shook her head and scoffed. She looked between him and Merle and nodded, mostly to herself.
"Okay." She said barely above a whisper. Thalia looked at Daryl one last time before walking away.
Merle chuckled once the girl was gone. "You had me believing you was gon' choose her over me."
"Shut up, Merle." Daryl told his older brother. Daryl will never admit how bad and heartbroken he felt inside. "Why you always have to go and do that?"
"Do what? Baby brother, chicks her color don't settle down...I was doing you a favor."
"No, you say sorry to her! Okay? You hurt her! We don't hurt women! No matter what color they are! That's what mama told us." Daryl yelled before walking off. Merle stood there, thinking about what he said and sighed.
He was right. Their mom did tell them to never hurt a woman in any shape or form.
~July 20th, 1998 (approx. 9:12 a.m.)~
Thalia sat on the doctor's seat, waiting for the signed prescription for the stomach bug she caught weeks ago. She had a floral appointment so she needed them to hurry up. As she waited, she couldn't help but think about Daryl, the man she broke things off with two days ago. The feeling was still heavy on her heart but she had to get through it.
"Ms. Carter?" The tall man with thinning brown hair asked. Thalia nodded.
"Well, I can diagnose you but it ain't the stomach bug." The doctor said with a cheeky smile.
"Oh my God, it's cancer." Thalia said, thinking of the worst. The doctor quickly shook his head.
"No. No." The doctor said with a chuckle. "It's a baby."
Thalia eyes went wide. A baby?! She can't have a baby! Wait. Daryl's the father. Should she tell him? What the hell was she going to do?
"I take it that this wasn't a planned pregnancy?" The doctor asked noticing her shocked features.
"Should I give you information on abortion?"
"What? No. I'm keeping it." Thalia told the doctor sharply. "How far along am I?"
"From the test results, they say...hmm...16 weeks." The doctor told her. He then looked at her.
"You're a bit small for 16 weeks. Would you like us to perform a sonogram?"
"Um, yeah." Thalia said with a nod. "Can I use your phone? I have a floral appointment I need to cancel."
The doctor nodded. "Sure thing. I'll get a nurse in here for you."
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"Okay, so, there's the head," the nurse told Thalia as she pointed at the baby's features. "Feet, arms, hands. Oh! Would you like to the sex?"
"Yes, please."
The nurse smiled happily, "Congratulations, it's a little girl."
A girl. Thalia was going to have a beautiful little girl. She couldn't believe it.
She looked at that black and white screen with pride and joy, she was so proud of her baby. Her little girl.
~November 10th, 1998 (approx. 2:13 p.m.)~
Thalia placed the vase full of flowers on the "pick up flowers" table, careful not to let her round stomach hit it and cause it to fall.
Juliet walked in carrying boxes full floral shop brochures; she was going to hand them out around town and the city that was about 20 miles away. The young girl noticed her boss doing some work.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Juliet asked her. "I told you I'd do all the work." The girl said shooing Thalia from the work area.
"Juliet. I'll feel helpless if I sat down all day." Thalia told as she sat down in her seat behind the counter.
"Shouldn't you be on bed rest anyway?"
"I refuse."
Juliet shook her head and continued to work, she noticed Thalia staring across the street.
Daryl was shaking hands with a customer, as the man walked away he couldn't help but glance in Thalia's direction, locking eyes with her before heading back into his garage.
"Does he know?" Juliet asked, referring to the baby.
"Hm? No. He doesn't." Thalia told her, shaking her head.
"Will he ever know?"
Thalia shifted and sighed. "I can't face him." Juliet was going to reply but then she realized a liquid substance coming from Thalia's seat, it didn't take her long to put two and two together.
"Thalia! Your water broke!"
"What?" Thalia asked before looking down. "I'll be damned! My water broke!"
~••~
It was November 10th, 1998 when she was born. The most beautiful baby in the world.
Thalia snuggled the baby close to her. Juliet smiled at the sight. She was really happy for Thalia, even though she felt keeping the baby away from Daryl was a bad idea, she was still happy for her boss.
"What's her name going to be?"
"Kacee." Thalia said with a small smile and a nod. "Kacee Kai Dixon. I want her to have some of daddy in there."
"Kai?"
"After my sister's middle name, she's paying the hospital bill."
"The one that lives in France?"
Thalia's gaze never left the infant in her arms. "Yeah, the one that lives in France. I only have one sister."
"Oh. Aww." Juliet said, in awe of a thought she just had. Thalia looked at her assistant, her friend.
"What?"
"We can call her KK!"
"Yeah, we can." Thalia said as the baby wrapped her tiny fingers around her mother's thumb. "Kacee Dixon, you are so beautiful."
~April 24th, 2006 (approx. 4:15 p.m.)~
"Okay, KK, don't forget to thank Juliet for getting you into the K-3 art program." Thalia said as she buttoned her daughter's cardigan.
"I know, mom." KK told her mother who constantly reminded her of everything.
"You'll be gone for only a few days. So, don't be scared when you get there. Juliet will be there if you get nervous."
"Yeah. And if I want to come home, call you. I know this, mommy." Thalia stared at her daughter and smiled.
"My little girl." Thalia whispered to herself as took in her little girl's features. Juliet came in the living with a sandwich in her hand.
"Ready to go, little one? Come on." Juliet said as she led KK out the door.
"Take care of her!" Thalia shouted from her place by the door.
"I will." Juliet shouted over her shoulders.
Thalia sighed, taking in her surroundings. This was the first time in a long time she had a house to herself.
~••~
Thalia sat at the dinner table, eating raw carrots and working out some bills that needed to be paid soon. There was a knock at the door, she quickly got up and answered it. It was someone she didn't expect, Daryl Dixon.
"Daryl?" She asked to make sure she wasn't going crazy.
"Thalia, I ain't think you were home."
Thalia crossed her arms, "Then why did you knock?"
"Practice for later."
"And what were you trying to practice for?" Thalia asked, her glare was cold as ice. "Why don't you run off to your brother?"
"Did Merle ever apologize?"
"I've known your brother for a short period of time and even I can tell he ain't the apologizing type." Thalia said with a frustrated sigh.
"Then I'll make him make it right!" Daryl said as he started to walk off. Thalia shook her head.
"Daryl, wait!" Daryl turned around. Thalia shifted uncomfortably.
"You want to come inside? I'll get you a drink." Thalia asked him. Daryl thought about it for a second and agreed to it.
Her place was so much different then the last time he was in there. Of course it was, it's been eight years. Thalia placed a cold beer in front of him.
"I see your back in town. You shut down your place a few years back." Thalia said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I went on the road with Merle...crazy bastard."
"Hm."
"I really have missed you." Daryl admitted to her openly. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.
"Yeah. I, uh, found myself missing you too."
Daryl grunted before taking a sip of his beer. "I...I'm sorry about everything."
"It took you eight years?" Thalia asked with a scoff.
"You know how many times I wanted to come back here and apologize? It took me enough years to work up the courage."
"Oh, what the fuck ever!" Thalia spat bitterly at him.
"You don't believe me? Damn it, Thally! Don't you get it? I ain't never been hung over nobody before until you come along batting your brown eyes at me. Shit! I said sorry, didn't I? You either take it or leave it!"
"You know what? Fuck you! I don't want your fucked up apology." Thalia yelled as Daryl got up, she pushed him back and hit his chest repeatedly, crying.
Daryl held her steady. They looked at each other. There was this undeniable urge she felt towards him, so she kissed him. And didn't stop. Daryl picked her up and placed her on the kitchen table, continuing their sinful acts.
~••~
Thalia woke up half naked on the couch the next morning, there was a note on the coffee table.
'Thalia, there was family emergency. I'll call you soon.'
"Yeah, family emergency by the name Merle." Thalia mumbled as stood up. The memories of last night was fresh in her mind, the way he touched her, and kissed her. She still loved him and he still loved her.
~May 31st, 2006 (approx. 7:11 a.m.)~
Thalia paced back and forth in her bathroom, waiting for this timer to go off was like waiting for rain in the sunny atmosphere.
And then it happened...the timer went off.
Thalia grabbed the stick that will determine her future, once again.
A pink positive.
Thalia sighed as the tears escaped her eyes. She couldn't be pregnant again, she can't be! Daryl didn't even know about the first one. He's going to hate her if he ever finds out.
~••~
It's been a few months since she's heard from Daryl. Figures. Merle says jump, Daryl asks, "How high?"
"So, there's really a baby in there, huh?" KK asked her mom as she cuddled in her bed with her.
"Yes, there's really a baby in there."
"How did it get there? You don't have a boyfriend." KK asked. She knew that in order to have a baby you needed a boyfriend or a husband. And the eight year old knew for a fact that her mom didn't have either.
"I'll tell you when you're 18, if you don't know by then." Thalia told her daughter.
"Is it a boy or girl?" The curious eight year old asked.
"I don't know. I hope it's a boy. Don't you want a brother?"
"No, I want a sister. Someone to relate to."
Thalia sighed before she chuckled. "I hope you get a brother."
~March 21st, 2010 (approx. 7:34 p.m.)~
Thalia sat on the couch, brushing KK's curly hair when she heard the news broadcast.
"This is an urgent message! Everyone lock your doors and windows, stay away from the infected! I repeat, stay away from the infected." The man said urgently.
Thalia felt something was really wrong in the pit of her stomach. She heard a piercing scream coming for her neighbor, she stood up and walked over to her window to see dead people devouring her neighbors and friends.
She then saw Juliet running towards her home only to see her get taken down by the dead. Thalia gasped, she acted quickly and turned off all the lights.
"What's going on, mom?" KK asked.
"Pack your stuff and go wake up Emma Kate! I'll get everything else. Pack your sister things as well."
"How much stuff?"
"Enough, not too heavy though. Grab two toys, not the big toys but the smaller ones. Make sure you wake Emma up as gently as possible so she isn't grumpy. Go, hurry." Thalia whispered as she reached for the gun under the kitchen counter.
This was the only thing she could thank her dad for, military training.
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Came back to change a couple of things! So sorry about grammar or spelling errors! I try super hard to catch them before posting.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Hopefully you'll like to read more! Leave comments, please! I'd like to know what you're thinking about my book so far!
OC characters:
Joy Bryant as Thalia Carter
Cara Delevingne as Juliet Foster
Madison Pettis as Kacee Dixon
Nahla Aubry as Emma Kate Dixon