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A woman's worth.	By : SpikesSlayer08 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 4517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Big thank you to all who have read so far and to Jaded79 for beta-ing this chapter for me. Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think.
Chapter 10
I am yours and you are mine.
Almost an hour later they pulled up out in front of the prison. Michonne was right; it looked very secure and they hadn’t seen many walkers on their trip out there. Rick, Daryl and Michonne headed towards the gate when five men came out all carrying weapons pointed right at them.
“We don’t want any trouble alright, so why don’t you lot turn around and go elsewhere,” the large dark man said to them. Michonne stepped forward removing her hood.
“Tyrese, it’s me.”
“Michonne,” his voice whispered in shock, “You’re alive,” he gasped holstering his gun and hugging her tightly.
“Of course I’m alive, just took me longer to get here then I hoped.” She smiled stepping back.
“Lower your weapons,” he commanded his men as they lowered their guns. “This is Michonne, my best friend… when you didn’t arrive in the first few weeks I thought for sure you were dead.”
“Come on you know better than that,” she smiled as he laughed and nodded. “Between my car breaking down, herds, troublesome people, it turned into a longer trip, had to walk a lot of the way.”
“You’re crazy, how did you survive?” he asked surprised. He knew Michonne was tough but walking long distance with walkers around was dangerous.
“I’ll explain later, this is Rick; he is the leader of this group and Daryl, their hunter.” The men nodded. “They were good enough to feed me this morning and drive me here… they’re good people, trustworthy people,” she promised him.
“I apologise about the guns before, but you can’t be too careful nowadays and we have had the worst kind show up here and try and take the prison by force… we lost some good men in those raids,” Tyrese explained.
“Well that’s not who we are,” Rick reassured him. “Although we would be eternally grateful to have a safe haven to bunker down for awhile if you have the room,” Rick said hoping the man could help keep the group safe.
“We have the room and if you were good enough to help Michonne, then I’m happy to help.”
“You have no idea how grateful we are, we have women and children with us and my wife is pregnant, it will be great to get them off the road,” Rick sighed in relief. Tyrese nodded smiling.
“Why don’t you drive your cars in and I’ll show you around.” Once they parked the cars in the prison yard they started to unpack. Tyrese had two of the previous guards show the others where to put their stuff and where the rooms and bedding was, while he talked to Michonne, Rick, Daryl and Hershel in the common room.
“So what happened here?” Rick asked trying to get a bit of a back story.
“Well after things got bad and we realized what was going on out there, we let the prisoners out and gave them a choice to leave or stay, most left but a few who had no family decided to stay… after a couple of weeks some returned, guards and prisoners, some even brought their families, realising the world was lost we locked down the prison only going out when we absolutely have to, to hunt, for clothes, special medical needs.”
“You had much trouble here?” Daryl asked.
“We have walkers blow through every other day but usually they are in small numbers and pass us unawares to our presence here, although we had a herd come once but we were able to lead them away with the cars,” he explained. “But it’s been humans who have been the biggest problem, coming and wanting to take over the prison, attacking at night. As I said, we lost a few good people but mostly we are alright.”
“I was a sheriff’s deputy so I have to ask… your inmates…” Tyrese sighed, nodding.
“Most aren’t bad guys just made bad choices; robbery, grand theft auto but we do have a couple of more colourful characters. One is the older man over there, he has been here for twenty years for three murders but I will say in his time here he has accepted his mistakes and has shown regret and compassion. He generally keeps to himself anyway but the one to watch out for is Jerry,” he said looking at a man in his twenties sitting at a table alone. “He has been here about a year, he is a serial rapist and he can be a real smart mouth.”
“We’ll make sure the women and children don’t go anywhere alone,” Hershel spoke up and they all nodded in agreement.
Once Carol had finished unpacking their stuff and setting up their room, she asked Andrea to watch Sophia so she could have a look at the kitchen. Moving through the dining area, she saw no one around so she moved into the large industrial kitchen and almost wept in joy.
Silver counter tops, cupboards stacked with pots and pans, plates, cups, cutlery, and all the cooking utensils she would need to make a great meal. Opening the pantry, she saw the shelves were lined with tinned food, fruit and vegetables. She assumed the vegetables must be from a garden on the grounds. There were also bottles of water and lots more. She shut the pantry door smiling happily.
“Hi.” She spun surprised; one hand over her chest and the other covered her mouth to stop herself from gasping out in shock. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said. He was no taller than Daryl, with dirty brown hair, green eyes and pasty white skin.
“That’s alright, just a bit jumpy I guess,” she sighed trying to keep a smile on her face but honestly she didn’t like the way his eyes racked over her body.
“Understandable with everything you lot have been through… were you on the road long?,” he asked moving into the kitchen more.
“Not really, couple of days, before that we were at Hershel’s farm but it got over run.”
“You lost people?”
“A few people,” she nodded.
“I’m so sorry,” he sighed leaning against the kitchen bench stepping even closer to her. Carol stepped back a little uneasy.
“Thank you.”
“I’m Jerry by the way,” he introduced himself extending his hand to her.
“Carol,” she replied moving to shaking his hand but he grasped one hand in hers and kissed the top of her hand. She slipped her hand from his quickly, feeling shivers run up her spine but not wanting to seem rude.
“So are you here alone?”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, do you have any family in the group?”
“My daughter Sophia.”
“Oh the pretty little blonde girl?” She nodded silently, seeing the shine is his eye when he mentioned Sophia. She had seen that look before in Ed’s eyes and she knew in that moment this man had that same sickness in him. “And her dad, where is he?”
“He is right here.” Carol almost sighed in relief seeing Daryl standing in the doorway.
“Daryl right? I’m Jerry,” he turned extending his hand to him; Daryl looked at it like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
“I know who you are and why you were put here before the world turned to shit,” Daryl snarled at him.
“Is that right?” Jerry smirked.
“That is right so let’s make things clear, I despise rapists, for me you’re somewhere between a cockroach and dog shit on the bottom of my shoe, you make me sick… so stay away from my daughter and my wife,” he warned. Jerry nodded moving past Daryl and into the dining room.
“I was just talking to her,” Jerry said turning one last time to look at Daryl.
“Don’t… she is off bounds even just for talking, I see you touch her, talk to her, hell even look in her general direction and I will not hesitate to shoot one of my arrows through your thick skull.” Daryl thought for a moment he actually saw Jerry smirk but he turned and left before he could say anything. “What were you thinking wandering around alone?” he snapped turning to face Carol.
“I’m sorry Tyrese said once I unpacked I could check out the kitchen,” she sighed looking down.
“Shit, I’m sorry love,” he sighed feeling bad for yelling at her when she didn’t know about Jerry and his past. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly. “You just have to be careful, some of the guys here have colourful pasts so no wandering off alone always go in pairs and the kids are never to be alone.” She nodded as they stepped apart.
“Daryl, did I hear you call him a rapist?” she asked looking him in the eyes.
“Yeah he is a serial rapist so please promise me, no wandering off alone?”
“I promise,” she whispered. “One last thing… did you call me your wife and Sophia your daughter?” Daryl shuffled a little, mouth opening and closing before he found his words.
“Well I mean… Sophia is basically mine, she needs a dad and I care about her, so it makes sense.” She nodded agreeing. “And well I… I… he would be more likely to keep his distance if he thinks we are married.” She felt hurt, she truly thought for a moment that he thought of her as his wife, it was silly she knew, they hadn’t been together long and had only shared a few kisses and nothing else.
“Yeah of course,” she sighed nodding.
“Come on woman, show me our room.” He watched her walk out of the kitchen and couldn’t help but feel like an idiot, he loved her, wanted her, needed her and he knew he would marry her in the old world. But was stuff like that still important? He wasn’t sure, maybe he would talk to Rick about it; but for now she was his and he was hers and all that mattered is that they were together.
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A woman's worth.