Red ~ TWD (Daryl Dixon)

I'll Take It From Here

Sid got attacked by spiders, Ezekiel fell through the glass floor into a pit of walkers, Deadpool had an idea for a new democracy, Resident Evil looked like a douche holding her seed bags with a dopy smile, and all we had to show for it was Davy Crockett's wagon, and Jesus' canoe.

That was winning in the apocalypse ladies and gentlemen.

"Hold out yur hand. Let her smell ya."

I swallowed hard, obeying Merle's instructions despite my vocal objections. He held the horses reins tight, an impatient look on his face. The closer I got the more agitated the beast became until she was stomping her front hoofs repeatedly.

"I don't think she likes me."

"She can smell yur fear. Calm the fuck down."

I glared at him. "A giant dog is throwing a temper tantrum and you want me to calm down?"

"Whatcha doin'?" I didn't look at my husband, continuing to slowly raise my hand, sweat trickling down my neck.

"Tryin' to get yur old lady acclimated. The days gonna come when she's gotta ride one. I ain't never seen horses hate someone so much."

The horse neighed so loud I slapped my hands over my ears. The beast reared back, snapping its teeth and kicking its powerful front legs in an effort to keep me back. OK, I was done trying to make nice with the horse dog. I darted away, hiding behind Daryl so I'd have a fighting chance if it charged. Merle struggled to hold the reins, doing his best to calm the agitated creature.

"I think we should just throw her ass up there and see what happens," Merle suggested, finally calming the animal.

"Last time we tried that the damn thing bucked her off and damn near trampled her."

I poked my husband in the ribs with a frown. The horse didn't buck me off. I dismounted with style.

Merle chuckled fondly at the memory of my near death experience, the prick. "That was funny as shit."

"Fuck you Captain Hook."

Ignoring the brothers laughter I stormed off and slid on the bike. My husband had the good sense to at least pretend he wasn't laughing when he joined me. The sun was high in the sky, but it was a long way back and that was only if we didn't run into trouble. We needed to hustle if we didn't want to be caught on the road after dark.

Daryl squeezed my leg, pointing at a single walker lumbering in the middle of the road. I pulled the spear free from the sheath welded to the bike, impaling the walker when we passed. We continued ahead of the group along with Merle and Rosita, scouting for danger.

Unfortunately it wasn't danger we found. It was a collapsed bridge. Daryl slowed and I hopped off, jogging to the edge of the destroyed structure and inspecting the damage.

"Herd must have passed through. It took out the bridge and the repeater," I reported.

Apocalypse Barbie grunted. "If those two herds merged into Silvia we've got a bigger problem."

"Gotta use Route A or D. It's all we got," Merle added, scanning the woods.

"Let's get back. Let the group know," Daryl said, turning the bike around.

I walked beside Apocalypse Barbie, discreetly checking out her clothes. She wasn't dressed like she was modeling for Fabletics today which was a nice change. She felt my eyes on her and stopped, giving me a glare that could melt paint off a house.

"What?"

"Nothing, just admiring your Hammer pants."

"Fuck you Alex." It was most definitely fucked up but her response relaxed me. Trading jabs with her was how I showed my love. "Why are you such a bitch."