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.

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10. Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings

Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings

I'm not sure how long we were gone. We spent the night in a vacant shack against Ty's request to keep moving. Daryl stayed outside on watch most of the night. As I tossed and turned most of the night, I couldn't help but think of him outside. Maybe I could force him to come inside and sleep while I took watch. But before I could move, sleep finally found me and I drifted into dream land just as the sun disappeared over the trees.

In the morning we packed up our gear and started out again in the already humid Georgia woods. The humidity was terrible, and the golden globe-like sun streamed down on my already red face.

"How much farther is it to the damn college?" Ty exclaimed walking up besides me.

This caught me off guard seeing as the last time we'd spoken was when I tried to keep him from beating Rick to a pulp.

"Shouldn't be to far now. Hershel's map shows-"

Ty exhaled sarcastically,

"Shit, are you really going to follow some "map" that that guy conjured up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I say suspiciously.

"All I'm saying is that Alzheimer's could have set in a little early."

"What? Tyreese you know Hershel, he's as sane as anyone... Maybe even saner."

He sighed.

"Look, I just want to get to wherever the hell this medicine is, and get the hell out. We really don't need some old dude leading us into who knows where just for us to die out in this shit hole."

"Tyreese." Michonne stood grasping the Hershel-made map with both hands, and giving him the death stare. Whew, if looks could kill.

"You need to stop."

"I know you're upset. We all know it. But we don't need your loud mouth opinion waking up every goddamn walker from here to California. Got it?"

Tyreese stood silent in his tracks and didn't protest.

"Now, there's the creek, why don't you do us all a favor and go cool off. We all need a break anyway."

Ty only nodded and trudged off down the bank.

A few minutes later Ty had his shirt soaking in the murky brown water.

"I didn't know you were Ty's mom." I joked at Michonne.

"Shut up." "I just...know how to handle guys like him." She grinned.

"Don't worry," I put a finger to my lips,

"You're secret is safe with me."

Daryl rolled his eyes as Michonne playfully punched me in the arm.

"Okay so this is Turner Creek, so Barnsville must be a few miles down stream."

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob pointed out.

"Yo, Ty!" Daryl called down over the sound of rushing water.

"Come on let's go. Vamos."

I smirked at his choice of Spanish lingo.

But as Daryl and Michonne started up the trail again, Ty was still in the same spot.

"Ty! Ty!" Bob yelled.

"There should be a town a few miles south-"

"Lost the whole night. My sister...everybody else." He said interrupting him.

"They're probly dead."

I noticed his mood swings were less violent but more frequent.

"It helps to keep moving." Bob answered back.

Ty stopped for a second to look up at the both of us.

"No. It doesn't."

"Come on." Bob said beaconing me to follow him.

As we continued, Ty kept himself separate from the group, by staying in the back. Bob stayed in from of him, but behind me. While I stayed behind Daryl and Michonne who took up the lead. Almost exactly like the way we were positioned in the car.

The pair in the front carried on a small conversation, which never involved anyone else. And why should it? They knew each other the longest. Hell I barely knew any of them.

But I still couldn't help but feel a moderate amount of jealously towards Michonne. Of course it wasn't because I had feelings for Daryl Dixon. I had only known him for a little more than a week. The whole incident with Alice was something that any descent human being would have done. He just happened to be there when I needed someone, that much was true. I wasn't attracted to him...right?

My thoughts must have projected themselves onto my face because Bob spoke up,

"Hey Dawn, you okay?"

"Huh, me? Oh yea fine, just...thinking."

"Looked like you were trying to get some of your breakfast out early." He chuckled.

"Woww, your level of maturity amazes me." I said sarcastically.

"Well ya know, that's me, charming as ever."

I almost snorted with laughter as he tried to act cool.

"Is that Jasper?" I looked up to see Daryl squaring in the dirt brushing off what looked to be a rock."

"Mm-hmm." He replied liking his fingers and rubbing the dirt off the rock.

What the hell was he doing?

Michonne gave him a grin as if amused by some inside joke.

"It's a good color. Brings out your eyes."

I cocked my head.

"She did not just say that." I whispered to Bob smirking.

"What? Afraid of a little competition?" He asked.

"For what?"

"Daryl."

"Who said I was in the running?" I say giving him a look.

"Hey hey no need to get defensive! I just call 'em as I see 'em."

I rolled my eyes,

"Whatever."

And kept moving, following Daryl and Michonne. I had missed the rest of their conversation, which probably ended with Daryl confessing his undying love for her. God. Whatever I didn't like him anyway.

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