Vanessa Taylor, a sassy blue haired, tattooed cosmetologist with a mouth of a sailor was born and raised in Ohio. One summer while she was visiting her sick father, her connecting flight ends in the city getting shut down, leaving her stranded in th...
Hands tied behind my back, I stand between Daryl and Michonne. Anger clouding my vision as the skin walkers begin to step aside as Alpha struts through, finally gracing us with her presence.
"Ya ain't getting her back." Daryl growls.
Alpha shrugs, "you think this is about my daughter?" She shakes her head, "I ran into some trouble on the road. It was unavoidable. Do you like my new camp? My people like to keep moving, keep roaming." Her movements remind me of a snake, waiting to strike.
"We've granted Lydia asylum." Michonne declares, staring down the dirty, bald cunt. " Any attempt to take her by force will result in retaliation."
"What's your name?" Alpha inquires, cocking her head.
"Michonne."
Alpha steps in front of me, "does she speak for you?"
"We speak for each other." I bare my teeth, matching her amused gaze with one my own, filled with hatred. My fingers twitch, remembering the promise I made to her. I'd kill her with my hands if they weren't bound behind me.
"My daughter isn't a concern anymore. She was weak. She never lived up to expectations." Alpha announces.
I glance around, noticing a small twitch of surprise in the giant's reaction at the news. He detects my curiosity in that second. He growls, stepping towards me, attempting to intimidate me. I let out a small, dangerous chuckle. His hands reach for me, but Alpha sends a look of warning in his direction. He nods, taking several steps back, but not taking his gaze off of me. I raise my chin, refusing to show that he might scare me even a tiny bit.
Daryl drags us back to the conversation at hand, "was? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Alpha unfazed, she raises her shotgun on my husband, "to be clear... Your group is in no position to threaten me. That is a habit that needs to be broken." Her gaze meet mine, amusement dances in her blue eyes before facing Daryl. "Come with me. Just you."
Anxiety courses through my veins, watching him stalk out of the camp with the cunt holding him at gun point, trailing after him. I whimper, taking a step towards in their direction. The giant stops my advances, shoving my small frame the ground. "Not you."
"If she kills him, I will send fire to your precious fucking camp, asshole, snuffing out the life in each and every one of you." I warn, growling.
My head whips to the side as his back hand connects to my cheek. "Shut up, you insolent little girl."
I allow a smile to paint my face without glancing back at the asshole, "Suck my dick, Godzilla."
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Shortly after my outburst, Beta allows us to leave, and return to our weapons. The sun is shining while I pace back and forth, awaiting my husbands return. My boots quietly crushing the grass along the ground, while I feel the weight of my blades on my back, safe and sound. Carol has tried to distract me in the mean time, but quickly gave up upon realizing I won't calm down until I see he's alive and unharmed.
