"Do you want to join our group?"
Did he just ask me that? I've been alone for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to be in a group. Hell, this is the most human contact I've had in what seems like forever.
"Could I meet the rest of your group first?" I ask, coming to the conclusion. I don't want to join these people without knowing the rest of them. For all I know, they could be wanting to murder me!
"Sure." Glenn says.
It takes a while, but eventually, we reach the prison. They were right, they did clear it. Somebody opens a large gate and Michonne steers the car they arrived into a the prison grounds. I can feel everybody's eyes burning into my head the moment I step out of the car. A young woman with brown hair runs up to Glenn, enveloping him into a deep kiss. I feel awkward, shifting from foot to foot. A man comes bounding up to me, pouting straight at me, as if I weren't there.
"Who's this?" He asks rudely.
"Rick, that's Bella." Glenn tells him. Rick looks at me.
"Bella who?"
"Bella Riley Dixon." I awnser. He gasps.
"Wait..." He trails off. "Did you... Did you say... Dixon?" I shrug, nodding. Without saying anything, he walks off back into the prison.
Okay then.
Carl walks up to me, a confused look spread across his face.
"You can't be..." He says quietly. I look up at him.
"God, what's with you people! Tell me what's fuckin' goin' on already!" I yell in a whisper, not wanting everybody else to hear.
"You're related to Daryl and Merle, aren't you?" He asks. I look at him, and my jaw drops. They have my family here, or the did. They must've. My dad... My uncle.
"Do you..." I stutter. "Are they here?" Carl look down.
"Merle isn't..." He sighs. "He was left in Atlanta. Tied to a roof. We went back for him... But... Only a part of him was there." But he doesn't say anything about Daryl... About my dad.
"What do you mean?" I whisper, my throat tightening. He puts his hand on my shoulder, which I shrug off quick enough. He shoves his hands in his pockets awkwardly.
"Look-lets just go inside, okay? We can sort out your room and then we'll talk."
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She's A Dixon | d.d fanfic
FanfictionIt was clear the second she turned up at the prison that she was one of them. That she was a Dixon. Her brown hair, her greying blue eyes. Almost everything about her screamed Dixon. - When a girl, around Carl's age, turns up at the prison, people...
