I Blame The Redneck (TWD Fanfic)

Chapter 3

"People in hell want Slurpee's."

~Norman Reedus a.k.a. Daryl Dixon

~Stormy's POV*

I sigh as I open the gate into the courtyard of the prison. I look up at the sun. It's around 5 pm, meaning I'll probably have to sleep in a tree tonight if I don't want to be eaten by the walkers.

I take a step into the courtyard and close the gate behind me. I walk down the dirt road path and hear my name being yelled behind me.

"Stormy! Wait!" I spin around and see Daryl closing the gate and sprinting towards me. "They agreed," he panted.

"Agreed to what?"

"They're gonna let ya stay," he smiled. "C'mon."

I walked up the dirt path with Daryl. I was ecstatic. I finally have a place to call home. As I walk back inside the prison, I notice someone new that I have yet to meet. Daryl and I go our separate ways, and I approach the new girl.

"Hey," I greet. The girl kept looking at the ground. She had blood smeared on her face and had a sheathe for a katana that was laying on the ground.

"Wait, I know you..." I trail off. She finally looks up at me and then it hits me like a train car.

Michonne.

She was my neighbor before this whole thing went down. I used to babysit her son, Andre, when Michonne was out running errands. Michonne and I were kind of like best friends, in a way. She was the only person I could really talk to and I didn't really trust anyone else.

"Oh my God..." she whispered before standing up and embracing me in a hug. "I thought you were dead," she said, breath shaky.

"It's okay, I'm here now. Where's Andre?" I ask, still hugging her. She releases from my grip and grasps my shoulders, looking me in the eyes. "Oh," I whisper as I look down.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," she says with a sad smile.

"Stormy, you got the girl to talk?" Rick asks, walking up to me.

"Stormy?" Michonne asks as she looks at me funny. Michonne doesn't know that I changed my name when the apocalypse started, so she's the only one that knows my real name.

"Rick, this is Michonne. She was one of my friends before the world went to shit," I explain, changing the subject. Rick nods and leads Michonne to one of the cells.

I sigh and walk up the stairs back to my cell and drop all of my stuff in my room. I'm not sure how I felt about being in a group. After all, I've been by myself this entire time so I'm not really sure about being in a group with people.

"I'm glad your back," a small voice spoke from the door frame of my cell.

"Thanks. I'm not so sure how the others feel about it," I shrug as I turn to face Beth.

"Oh, don't be so down about it. Everyone loves you," Beth smiles as she grabs something from an older looking lady with short hair as she walks by.

"Who was that?" I ask as I gesture to the woman that just walked by.

"That was Carol. And this little girl is Judith," Beth smiles as she shows me a little baby in her hands.

"Who's the mom?" I ask as I stroke Judith's little baby hair. Beth looks down.

"Um, Lori, the mom, died giving birth. A couple days ago, in fact. Right before you got here. Rick thinks you're a blessing or a human version of an angel to help us from Lori's death. To help guide the way and keep us safe, you know?" Beth explains. I grab the cell door for support as I process all the information given. The mom died? Who will Judith look up to as a mom? And Rick thinks I'm a blessing? How? All I know how to do is break things. That's all I've ever been good at and that's all I'll ever be good at.

"How could Rick think I'm an angel?" I say, just above a whisper so Beth could hear me as I glance into her eyes.

"It's sign from God. You're gonna keep us lasting. You're gonna help us grow stronger. You're gonna protect us... You're gonna make this place safe," Beth says sweetly. I was at a complete loss for words, so I just hugged Beth gently because she still had Judith cradled in her small arms.

"Thank you," I whisper into her ear.

"No. Thank you," Beth smiles at me as she releases me and runs off, probably to feed Judith. Well, if they think I'm really great, then I just have to try my hardest to show them my greatest.

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I hear the twigs snapping behind me as my lungs beg for air and my head spins a million different directions.

"We have to keep going! You can do it! We're almost there!" a familiar voice yells as he pushes me forward. I move my legs faster, ignoring the excruciating pain coursing through my legs. As I continue to dodge trees left and right, I finally see the prison up ahead. I tell myself:

Do this for him. Do this for him. Do this for him.

You're in love with him.

And I keep going faster than I've ever gone in my entire life. The gates open up and I run through them even faster. I then come to the second pair of gates and those slowly open as I collapse at the opening of them. Then, Daryl appears at my side.

"C'mon, yer gonna be fine," he reassures me. I'm not so sure, however.

My side aches and my legs burn. I catch a glimpse of my side, forgetting of the previous events that had happened just minutes ago. The gash in my side is huge, teeth marks noticeable.

Oh no. I was bitten.

I feel a tear slip down my cheek and Daryl grasps my hand as Hershal inspects the gash.

"It's all my fault. I should've gone with ya," Daryl whispers.

"It wasn't your fault," I croak as I place my other hand on top of Daryl's.

"Daryl, she won't make it," Hershal says, sadness lacing his every word.

"No, no, no, no, no! She can make it! There's gotta be a way!" Daryl screams as he stands up.

"Daryl, listen to me, son. She was bitten on her side. I can't amputate that. She's infected and she will turn into one of those things if we leave her like this," Hershal explains. Daryl nods sadly and pulls out his gun.

"I should do it. She was my wife, after all."

I look down at my left hand and see a ring. I guess we did get married.

"I love you. Never forget that," I cry to Daryl. He started crying, too.

"I love ya, too," he whispered. He aimed the gun at my temple, gun shaky in his hand.

Then, he pulled the trigger.