Nine Lives

Dawn Cooper has always been the one to protect her family. But when Daryl Dixon steps into her life, will she let him protect her? Read this Walking Dead/ Daryl Dixon Fanfiction to follow the zombie apocalypse as seen by Dawn Cooper.


14. Chapter 13: Karma's a Bitch ain't it?

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Chapter 13- Karma's a Bitch ain't it?

The car ride back was completely silent. You know that awkward silence that occurs right after a huge fight? Yeah, imagine that, but for a whole. entire. car ride. Bob didn't even talk! Now I would have expected that from the other three( they weren't the most outgoing people I'd ever met) but Bob, the "crack-a-joke-whenever-he-can" kinda guy, didn't even comment on the fact that I'd look over at Daryl every half a minute for the past hour.

The scenery didn't help the trip either. We passed field after field after field of forgotten wheat that was well past the picking date. The road seemed to crumble below the van as Michonne hit the accelerator to pass a couple of walkers.

It seemed like a miracle when Daryl let her drive, but considering his last attempt to get us to our destination failed quite miserably, it seemed like the better option.

On occasion I'd peer over at Daryl from the corner of my eye. His expression was always the same; solum, yet deep in thought, and every once in a while he'd pick up that piece of jasper he'd found on the road and work it between his fingers, as he contemplated oblivion.

I'm not sure exactly how long we had been on the road (this was partly because of the lack of value time seemed to hold nowadays) but the sun was already well past the trees.

"We should pull over to one of those cars before it gets too dark. We're running on fumes." Michonne said, tilting her head to glance at the nearly empty fuel tank.

"We gotta get this stuff to Hershel, no way we have time to syphon gas."

"Okay, but when we get stranded in the middle of no where with a bunch of walkers on our tails, don't ask me to protect your sorry ass." Michonne added.

"It'll take two minutes Ty," I said less concerned about Ty's safety and more concerned about getting out of that god-forsaking mini-van,

"I'll do it."

Sliding open the car door, I hopped out and popped the trunk. The tube we used to syphon gas lay like a dead snake at the bottom, along with the fire engine red gas tank. Grabbing them, I turned to hear one of the other doors slam shut.

"May I help you?" I asked Daryl as he tried to grab the hose from my hand.

"I'm helping ya." He said going for it again.

"You don't think I know how to syphon gas?"

"Well do ya?"

"Actually, I do. So thank you very much for your heartfelt concern but I think I'm going to pass." I started to walk towards the abandoned Chevy across the road.

"Okay, but you don't have to be such a bitch about it." He said following me.

I chuckled lightly before continuing,

"I seem to recall we don't work well together, that's all."

He grunted.

"What? You pissed now because saving your life back at that college was too much for your pride?"

I unscrewed the gas cap and shoved the hose into the hole, pretending not to hear him.

"Ya woulda died, and for what? So you could show off for yer little alcoholic boyfriend."

"Bob is NOT my boyfriend." I said a bit too convincingly.

Daryl scoffed, "Coulda fooled me."

"I saw y'all eye fuckin each other the other day, don't tell me that was nothin."

"What if we were together, what would you care? You got samurai to keep you company."

"Michonne? You think we're together?" He said almost choking.

"Aren't you?"




"Glad we're on the same page then." I said turning the color of the gas tank.

Minutes that seemed like hours ticked by before anything was said. Finally Daryl dug a box of Menthols out of his back pocket and pulled two out.

"Ya want one?"

"I don't smoke."



A couple beats passed and Daryl was still holding the cancer stick out to me.

"Give me the damn thing." I said prevailing, and snatching it out of his hand.

After we lit up, I took a huge drag and blew it out.

"Should we be smoking around gasoline?" I asked him.

"Ehh, probably not."

I laughed and took another drag. As I let it out again, I noticed from the corner of my eye Daryl staring at me. Our eyes met.


"Nuthin." He smirked.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"I ain't allowed?" I rolled my eyes.

"Not at me."

"Oh really?" He challenged.

Now it was my turn to smirk. I threw the end of the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it afterwards. I got closer to Daryl and leaned lightly up against his body, taking him by surprise. His smoky breath becoming ragged as his chest moved up against mine. He started down at me with an unreadable expression. I leaned closer to his face, our lips centimeters apart.

"Yes. Really." I whispered as I took his cigarette from his hand and walked back with the gas can, leaving him just as he had left me in the gas station.

Karma's a bitch ain't it?

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