He's Our Future

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 - 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕦𝕟

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Daryl parked his bike in the parking lot of a store. It was a supermarket and should have everything we would need. There were a few cars in the parking lot that looked looted so we skipped over them.

Jacob held my hand as we entered the store. There wasn't any sign of walkers in the building.

"We need to be quick, in and out," Daryl muttered, looking around at the already looted store.

"I'll go to the baby section. You take Jacob and get anything else we need." I looked at Daryl. He nodded, taking the hand of his son.

"Be careful and if there are any walkers, call out so we can leave," Daryl said. With that, I walked to the baby section.

"Jackpot!" I whispered, finding four cans of formula.

I shove them in my bag, then move on, finding a few onesies and some toys for the baby that had yet to be named.

The rest had been looted, which wasn't that big of a shock. I moved to the children's department and put some clothes in for Jacob, finding him a few toys.

I walked back to the front of the store, waiting for the pair to meet me here.

I waited for a bit, then I heard a loud bang on the front door, turning my head I saw a walker bang on the front door. I got up, letting out a long sigh. Just what we needed.

I opened the door, letting the lone male walker in. It growled, reaching out to me, trying its hardest to make me its next meal. I kicked his knee, and his body hit the ground, still reaching out to me. I stabbed it in the head. It lay there lifeless, and I took a step back to where I was standing. As I went to sit back down, something caught my eye.

There wasn't just that lone walker. There was a horde of them coming towards the market.

"It's time to go!" I shouted, hoping it would catch the attention of the boys.

I called out again after a few seconds and grabbed my stuff. The walkers were banging on the front door now. Soon Daryl appeared with Jacob next to him.

"Why didn't you answer?"

"We didn't hear you-" He paused mid-sentence looking at the problem at the doors.

"Well, it's time to go. Is there a back door?"

"Yeah, let me see your pack. We'll circle around for my bike."

I handed the bag to him, scooping up Jacob, who had been silent all this time. We made our way quickly out of the store. We went around to the front of the store where his bike was surrounded by walkers.

"Get em' to a car. I'll clear them out."

I set Jacob on top of the closest car, "Stay here until we come to get you, understand?"

"Yes, momma." He replied.

"Good, now you only use this if absolutely needed. Do you remember how to use it?" I handed Jacob a pocket knife. In case one of the dead were able to slip past us and get to him.

"I remember Momma." He said as he held the knife outward.

"Good, I have to go help, Daryl." Any walker that got close I killed as I ran back over to Daryl. We stood back to back as we killed any walker that got close to us.

As soon as we cleared most of the walkers, I ran back to Jacob. Then ran back on getting on his bike.

I gripped onto his vest while holding Jacob. It didn't take us long to be out of the sight of the dead that were on the ground.

Soon we stopped on a long strip of road. I readjusted myself and Jacob. Daryl looked back at us, and I smiled. He made a grunting noise and headed back to the prison.

"Go play Munchkin." I kissed Jacob on the forehead, and he ran off into the prison to go play.

Beth reached for my bag, standing there for a moment, waiting for Daryl to give his over. He handed his after a second. I smiled at the younger girl as she walked away. Then felt someone looking at me.

"What?" I turned my head, looking at the Dixon.

"You did well out there."

"We," I corrected, "We did well. We also make a good team."

Daryl just stood silently beside me, taking in the sunset.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, then turned, walking back into the prison.

I sat in the common area, not seeing two people. Merle, Daryls' brother or Michonne, the samurai.

Beth came in, and as we do every night, she sings to us. She has a beautiful voice. Soon it was just Rick and me.

"Thanks for going on a run with Daryl. Everything went alright?" He asked.

"It's no problem. We encountered a horde but took care of the problem."

We sat in silence for some time before Merle and Michonne popped into my head once again.

"Hey, where are Merle and Michonne?"

"Merle was in the tombs, talking about something. I haven't seen Michonne, now that I think about it." Rick said.

"I decided to not hand her over to the Governor. When you, Daryl, and Jacob went on the run. The Governor and I sat down, one on one, and talked. He either wanted the prison, or he wanted Michonne. I'm not giving either up. We're going to fight." He said after a few seconds.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

"You earned your place here. I just wanted to include you." He gave me a pat on the arm and was off to bed.

I sat up in the guard tower, taking watch. My feet dangled over the side of the edge, watching over the courtyard for anything weird.

It ended up being a few hours before I heard someone coming up the guard tower. I turned to look who it was. Daryl peaked his head up, holding his crying son in his arms.

"He wouldn't stop crying for you. Would you take em'?" He asked.

"Yeah, what happened?" I asked, taking the boy from the older Dixon.

"He had a nightmare," Daryl said. As he sat next to me.

I hummed a song as I rocked him back and forth. Soon his cries turned into sniffles, and he was out like a light.

"I was wrong," Daryl spoke up.

"About what?" I looked over at the man.

"Letting em' go with us." He paused.

I didn't say anything after that. We stayed silent until Glenn and Maggie came to relieve us from our watch duty.