Holy Shit

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“I’m gonna go see Rick and Daryl off,” I told Riley. We’d spent pretty much all afternoon just hanging out.

“You gonna give Daryl a kiss for good luck?” He snickered.

I blushed and thanked God that no one was around to that. “Shut it, ya little brat,” I mumbled, lightly kicking his leg as I stood up.

“Seriously, CC, it’s the end of the world. You don’t know how much time you have left to tell him that you like him.” He reasoned. “Plus, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that he likes you, too. I’ve only known him, what three days, and even I can see the way he looks at you.”

“Riles, it’s not that simple. And he tolerates me. I’ve already had this conversation with Glenn; I don’t need to have it with you.” I quickly left the room, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say. Though I knew what he said was true. We’re not guaranteed another day. Dale’s death proved that. We’re not as safe here as we thought. And I couldn’t possibly walk up to Daryl and tell him that I like him. That would just be embarrassing! Riley’s crazy, cause I know that Daryl doesn’t like me. He doesn’t like anybody!

As I passed through the dining room, I saw Dale’s gun lying on the table. I picked it up and checked to see that it was loaded before finally walking out of the house and making my way over to Daryl and T-Dog.

“Hey, Chelsea,” T-Dog greeted. Daryl looked over and nodded at me, his way of greeting, and finished loading whatever into the back of the truck.

“Hey, guys,” I smiled at them as I made my way to stand in between them. “Here, I thought you might could use this since you can’t find yours.” I said handing Dale’s gun out to Daryl.

He looked at it a moment before taking it. “Dale’s gun?” He asked checking to see if it was loaded.

“Yeah,” I answered quietly.

“Wish I knew where mine is.”

“You’re guns missing?” T-Dog asked, slamming the truck bed closed.

“Yeah,” He answered sticking the gun in his jeans.

“Ready?” I jumped, not expecting to hear Rick’s voice.

“Yeah,” T-Dog said. “I’ll get the package.”


And with that T-Dog was off to gather Randall. Rick walked around the truck towards the house, probably to tell Lori bye. After he was far enough away I turned my attention towards Daryl, who had gotten his crossbow and was placing it in the passenger seat.

“Be careful out there,” I said looking at his back, he was wearing his vest with the angel wings on it. He nodded as he situated his crossbow. “Promise?” He just nodded again. “You have to say it out loud.”

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