Trust Me | Daryl Dixon

Part 15

"Abraham's house is across and four houses down from Rick's." Glenn directed me as we stepped out of the car, "I'm going to get these meds over to the infirmary."

"Sounds good," I nodded, walking in the direction he instructed, "Oh-- also, there are a few things for Judith at the bottom; if you could get those to Rick that'd be amazing."

"Can do!" He said, giving me a thumbs up.

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I knocked on Abraham's door, unsure of how he'd react to me considering we only got to talk a bit at Deanna's the first night I was here.

I furrowed my eyebrows a bit when an unexpected face stood at the now open door; Rosita.

"Oh, am I- am I at the wrong house?" I asked confused.

"Well, that depends on who you're looking for." She said as she folded her arms, leaning up against the doorframe.

"Abraham; Glenn said he knew a lot about guns."

She looked down at the gun I was now holding and then back up to me, "What's wrong with it?"

I sighed, rotating it in my hand, "It jammed and I don't know why."

She brought her bottom lip between her teeth before standing up straight again and walking further into the house, "He's in here."

I hesitantly followed behind her, knowing I probably wasn't her favorite person and honestly, not trusting her much myself.

"Abe!" She yelled up the stairs, "Can you come down here for a minute?"

The silence in the room was short lived as heavy footsteps were soon heard, followed by Abraham appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

"She has a question about her gun." Rosita said, flicking her head in my direction before walking past Abraham and going up the stairs.

"Hey." I said awkwardly, as I stood in the living room of a near strangers house.

He chuckled, "What can I do for you?"

I held up my gun, shaking my head, "It just jammed today out of nowhere."

He furrowed his eyebrows as he took it from my hands and began unloading it, "Come sit with me over here, I'll take a look at it."

I nodded, following him to the couch and taking a seat as he carefully inspected the firearm.

"I was able to get a few shots out of it and then it just stopped.. it's never done anything like this before." I sighed.

"Well, its pretty banged up," he explained as he checked the chamber, "How long have you had it?"

"Since this whole thing started." I said, letting out a small chuckle.

"Shit, really?" He asked in shock, "It got some sort of special meaning to you or something?"

I let out a sigh, hesitantly shaking my head, "No, just a lot of memories, I guess."

"Can I give you my honest opinion?" Abraham asked as he sat up.

I shrugged, "Sure, go for it."

"This gun is kind of a piece of shit." He said, trying to hold back a laugh.

I nodded, laughing at his remark, "Yeah, that's what I was worried about."

"Why don't you take this back to Olivia," he started, placing the gun back in my hand, "Tell her it's not useable anymore, and leave any bad memories you have with it behind."

I slowly nodded as I took in his words, the memories I tried so desperately to block out, now coming in foggy, "Yeah, that's uh- that's probably a good idea." I choked out.

He reassuringly patted my back, "You're safe now; it's time to start making some new memories."

I sighed as we both stood up, "Thank you, honestly."

"Anytime," he smiled, "If you ever need me, you know where to find me."

I nodded as I opened the front door of the house, before stopping in my tracks, "Hey, do you think you could help me with target practice at all? I'm good with knifes but with guns.. it just tends to be 50/50."

"Yeah actually, I think I might have just the right person to help you." He chuckled, "How does tomorrow around noon sound?"

"Sounds great."

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I wonder who it could be..