Dallas Dixon ››› Rick Grimes Fan-Fiction
Dallas Dixon was the most affected by the passing of her Mother. She had always looked up to her. That particular event ruined her. She became cold-hearted and uncaring, what she'd call a monster. She often f...
Dallas put down the almost perfectly sharpen knife and strode over to Carl who was doing homework. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Dal, can you help? I don't understand this!" Carl exclaimed, throwing his pencil at the floor. Dallas chuckled.
"I quit school back in grade 10, kid, I ain't no mathematician," she replied, shaking her head.
"Well, work out what 1,373 multiplied by 13 is, in your head," Carl smirked at her cheekily, thinking she would give up. He couldn't work that out without paper and a pencil.
"Seventeen thousand, eight hundred and forty-nine..." she mumbled, glancing off towards the trees.
"What! How did... Did you look at my work?" Carl questioned, yelling in confusion.
"Do I look like I'm lookin' at yer work, kid?" Dallas raised an eyebrow at the young boy. Carl dramatically fell back onto his back in frustration.
"and you dropped out?" Carl said, huffing in annoyance. Dallas shrugged. She dropped out for numerous reasons, not that she wasn't intelligent. She had the grades to do well in college.
"I can't believe this," Carl exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, throwing his arms up. Dallas chuckled at the boy.
"Why're ye even doin' that anyway? Ye ain't goin' back ta school for a little while," Dallas questioned, putting a hand on her hip.
Carl frowned, "Mom said that we'll go back soon and that my teacher wanted me to do this."
Dallas made an 'o' shape with her mouth. His Mom was telling him that he'd be going back to school.
"and do ye think ye are goin' back ta school soon?" she asked, squatting down to his level to see what kind of maths he was doing.
"No, she's just lying to me. I'm old enough to understand. Dad would tell me straight if he were here," he whispered, making sure nobody heard him. Dallas nodded sadly.
"Yer Dad is here, Carl," Dallas spoke, pointing to his heart, "he's watchin' over ya."
"Thank you for watching over him, Dallas!" Lori butted in making Dallas stand up and straighten up. She nodded as a reply and walked back to her knife. She couldn't believe that Lori was saying that to him. By painting a false reality for him, he'll never grow up and adapt to this shit hole.
Dallas noticed that Daryl must have left during the radio conversation with T-Dog about them being trapped. He went off to go hunt, usually Dallas would join him, leaving Merle behind or Merle would, leaving her behind. One of them would always stay behind. They knew how to fight. They knew how to use guns. This world was built for people like them.
Shane rarely allowed Dallas to use the guns even though Dallas was practically more of a man than he could ever be... Fucking his best friend's wife.. Pfft. What a joke of a man.
Dallas finished sharpening her knife and holstered it on her left leg. Her gun holster on her right leg remained empty. She turned her head and glared at Shane who stood near his jeep.
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She stood up and dusted off her pants and stalked over to him. Shane looked her up and down and smirked.
"and what do you want, pretty lady?" Shane questioned, still smirking.
"I want my gun back," she demanding, death staring at him. Shane chuckled.
"You don't need it," Shane answered shortly, turning his head a little at her. Dallas narrowed her eyes in annoyance.
"Well, neither do ye, so hand it over," she took a step forward. She was the same height as Shane, he couldn't intimidate her as easily.
"Hey now, back away," Shane growled, shoving her backwards. A loud siren stopped her from hitting him square in the jaw. Shane glared at her before turning towards the noise.
A stolen car came rolling down the hill, towards them. Dallas had seen Merle come home with plenty of these, however he was smart enough to turn the alarm off. The car pulled up to a stop in front of them and Glenn jumped out. Dallas smirked at the sight. No one else got out of the vehicle.
Everyone started yelling at him demanding answers about family. Merle would be fine.
Dallas walked up to the car's bonnet and popped it open. She pulled a certain wire out, cutting the sound. Everyone continued to yell at him.
Glenn threw her a grateful smile. A low rumble of another car came from behind them, rolling down the hill. Amy's eyes lit up, Andrea must've been in there.
"Got a cool car," Glenn smirked, giving me a knowing look. I loved cars.
Everyone started piling out of a truck, now parked behind the car. Amy screamed when she saw Andrea. Everyone was reunited with their family members.
Besides me.
A car door opened from the truck. Merle and his lazy ass. Dallas looked towards Lori who was comforting an upset Carl. Carl glanced over towards the truck, his eyes lit up. Why would he be excited to see Merle? Dallas raised an eyebrow and looked over to where Carl was now running to.
A sheriff.
Dallas put two and two together. Rick... The Rick Grimes. Carl's Dad. Lori's husband... Shane's best friend.
As the family reunited, Dallas whispered to Shane, "looks like ye can't play Daddy anymore."
He turned to glare at the brunette now walking to Glenn.
"Where's Merle? Is he dead?" I questioned in a stern voice. Glenn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"He's not dead," the officer, Rick spoke, turning to Dallas. He wore a sincere expression, assuring Dallas.
"Are you his sister?" he added, biting his lip anxiously.
"Ye, I am. Daryl's huntin', now can ye tell me where his ass is?" she asked, stepping towards the officer. Dallas noticed how bright his eyes were. They were a beautiful shade of blue, compared to Dallas' dull brown eyes.
"Up on the roof of a department store.. Handcuffed there," Rick explained in an honest voice. Dallas' hand lingered on her knife.
"Morales told me you're the least violent of the trio and you're certainly proving that right now... Merle was a danger to us all, shooting from the top of the building, attracting walkers," Rick explained, stepped forward cautiously. Dallas narrowed her eyes.
"If yer fuckin' sexist dickhead of a friend didn't steal my gun, I'd be pointin' it at yer head right now," Dallas threatened. Rick nodded in understanding, glancing at Shane.
Dallas sighed, "Daryl won't be happy, I'm warnin' ya. I'll try help ye tell 'im, but he'll be violent about it, trust me."
Rick nodded again, "thank you." Rick looked over her once more before walking off to Carl.
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a/n: I kinda like this story line.. I don't remember my initial plan. I think I wrote this in 2016, hahaha.
As for my absence, I just lost interest in the show. I didn't like the direction it was going in and then they killed off a certain character... I do hope and plan to get back into Jordan Taylor because I don't think I would be doing Jordan justice by leaving it where it is. She is truly a pleasure to write as, I certainly love her. It may help if I do another flashback chapter. I'm not sure yet, but I do intend to get back into it. Feel free to drop me a message if you have any ideas for this or Jordan Taylor. c:
