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Forever Rising Phoenix	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 7147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello world and my wonderful readers! I personally think this chapter is both very sweet and upsetting. Before anybody flips out, Delilah's dream is JUST THAT, A FANTASY DREAM! Plus, I always felt that Rick had a romantic side and it seemed like The Grimes lived comfortably, so I figured these were both good ideas. Also, the bit with the fingertips is something that happens to me a lot, and I thought it was so cute that I added it to the story.
AGAIN, What would be the point of FanFiction if some of the characters always resembled how they were on the shows? If you don't like my story or have a problem with my writing style, then don't bother reading it.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, FIREFLIES, OR ONLY YOU. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), DAVID KLEIN AND THE JELLY BELLY COMPANY, OWL CITY, AND THE PLATTERS, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Ten: Fireflies and Haunting Dreams
After being with Rick, comparing and contrasting it from her encounters with Billy, her theory was further validated. The pups fuck and the dogs make love, she never wanted to go back again…
10:30 pm, Glenn and Maggie's Room, Jellbany
"Babe?" Glenn had finished rifling through the drawers for the past ten minutes and was now searching under the bed.
"Yeah?" Maggie popped her head out from the bathroom, washing her face, to see Glenn on the floor.
"I can't find the GPS that Delilah gave me. It was on the dresser and when we got back it was gone. She's also not answering the Iridium phone. You don't think they're in some kind of trouble, do you?" He gulped, starting to feel a little worried about his friends.
Maggie turned the light off and walked out of the bathroom with a bottle of lotion in her hand. "No, if anything bad happened, we'd hear from one of them, but it is unlike her to not answer the phone. Maybe you took the GPS to Leisure Zone?"
"I remember leaving it here, but it wouldn't hurt to go look. I'll be back." He walked out the door and bumped into Tyler in the hallway. Something about that kid gave him the creeps. "Hey, Tyler. Haven't seen you at all today, what's going on?
He started laughing his head off like an idiot. "Man, I spent all day on the crapper! Maybe I should have been at that prison, because it feels like I got sodomized!" His laugh got louder as he started slapping Glenn on the shoulder, making him stiffen. "I never should have bet Jason that I could eat twenty bags of Gushers in one sitting!"
"Guess not." Glenn mumbled under his breath. "I gotta go, I may have left something at Leisure Zone." He brushed past Tyler and walked off.
Tyler turned around. "Hey, do you know whose GPS tracker this is?" Glenn looked over his shoulder, fully turning around as he saw him holding up the GPS. How did he get it?
"Yeah, it's mine, actually. Where did you find it?"
"I just found it laying around in the cafeteria. Think fast!" He threw it to Glenn, who just barely caught it. Tyler started laughing at him. "Better improve on your catching skills, Korea. I'm gonna have a smoke, then go see my girl. Catch ya later." He walked past Glenn to the stairs, who gave him a confused look.
"You mean Delilah?"
"Yeah, who else would I be talking about? That sweet ass belongs to me, ain't nothing or nobody is gonna change that." Tyler smirked to himself, loving how his little Lila Loo was playing hard to get, trying to impress Daddy Sheriff the Widower and maybe Sheriff Junior. It was all an act, she was just trying to make him jealous. Little did she know that she'd be paying for it sooner than later…
"Delilah's not here, she went with Rick to look for the other members in our group. Don't talk about her like that. I'm judging from when she yelled at you last month after he and Carl got here that she doesn't feel the same way about you. It would probably be in your best interest to keep your distance from her." Glenn folded his arms across his chest, glaring at him. In the almost two months since he and Maggie reunited at Jellbany, they had formed a special friendship with Delilah. Despite the two of them pulling the joke about the threesome on him, which was now laughed off, Glenn genuinely cared about her in the same way he cared for Beth, like a little sister. He felt protective over Delilah and wanted Tyler to back off.
He watched the jerk's lips curl up in a sinister smirk, wondering who the hell this pipsqueak thought he was telling him off. "Yeah? Well, maybe you should get Lasik surgery so you can drive better, Korea!" He walked off, cackling.
Glenn huffed, exasperated, and walked back into the room. Maggie was on the bed, putting lotion on her arms. "Found it." He mumbled, setting down the GPS and throwing himself on the bed.
Maggie looked over at him. "Everything ok? I heard you talking in the hallway."
Glenn took the bottle from her, squirted some lotion in his hand, and began to rub it on her legs. "Yeah, it's fine. Tyler said he found it in the cafeteria, almost dropped the damn thing. He started talking smack about Delilah and I told him to cut it out. There's something off with him. I can't believe she would even give that guy the time of day, let alone kiss him." He peeled his shirt off.
Maggie placed her hand on his shoulder. "Lie on your stomach, I'll give you a massage." Glenn smiled and did as told, relaxing when she began to knead the lotion into his skin. "That was a long time ago, she regrets it. I think Delilah might have a little crush on Rick, she always gets goo-goo eyed over him." One of the things that she loved about Delilah was her up beat and optimistic demeanor, but Maggie noticed that she'd change whenever Rick was around, that she'd get tongue tied and had difficulty making eye contact, but it was sporadic. Glenn rolled his eyes up at her and started laughing.
"Rick and Delilah? Delilah and Rick? No way! He'd never go for somebody that much younger than him. She's only two years younger than you are, Maggie, that's roughly old enough to be her dad."
"You never know, Glenn. I don't think he plans on being a widower forever. It's been a year, he needs to allow himself to move on." Maggie really didn't think the two of them dating would be the worst thing. It might be a little strange at first, as well as being difficult on Carl, especially after Judith called her "Mommy", but she had a feeling that everybody would adjust to it. If they ultimately did get together and fell in love, why shouldn't they be happy? Glenn, on the other hand, was a little more unconvinced.
"You're right, I suppose. It could happen, but I'd have to see it to believe it."
11:00 pm, Rick and Delilah, Lumpkin
The semi-photovoltaic fabric of the tent provided a clear picture of the night, even through the cell bank roof. Glowing lightning bugs danced around in the sky, trying to compete with the glistening stars on who could shine the brightest. Rick held Delilah in his arms, their unclothed bodies wrapped in a blanket as they gazed up at the evening heavens. Delilah rested her head on his bare chest and smiled. Everything was so perfect, it made her think of the song "Fireflies" by Owl City. The only thing that interrupted the mood was Glenn calling on the Iridium phone, which Delilah thought was an opportune time to tease Rick by giving another blow job while he was talking to him, breaking his concentration, and he reprimanded her with another sexy romp. They were both luxuriating in the blissful post-coital nirvana.
"This is the first time I've ever seen fireflies."
Rick looked down at her. "Really?"
Delilah nodded. "Yes. I heard they have them in California, but not where I lived." She watched the luminescent minis, captivated by them. Rick loved how she found enjoyment in the littlest things, like fireflies or her favorite song playing. Apart from the mass collection of purses, shoes, and jewelry, he thought Delilah was very down to earth.
"This is probably the last time you'll see them for another year, they're only around in the summer in Georgia."
Delilah reached over and glanced at his watch before looking up to watch them again, not noticing that Rick was watching her. "You're right, the Fall Solstice starts in an hour. They're so beautiful."
"You're so beautiful."
She looked up and saw him smiling, feeling her cheeks start to flush. For somebody that had high confidence levels like she did, he always found a way to make her go a little red in the face without even trying.
"You're pretty fine-looking, too, Sheriff." Rick leaned in and kissed her. To him, Delilah was like a bag of Oreos. Once he had a taste, he couldn't get enough and it was all he wanted. She was purely irresistible.
"Hey, Rick?"
"Hey, Delilah?"
She smirked. He had undergone almost a complete metamorphosis since arriving at Jellbany, appearing to be one of the most sweet-tempered men she had ever met. Delilah was ecstatic that she was able to play a part in bringing him around to a happier state of mind. "You know how you said you felt bad you couldn't take me on a real date because of the apocalypse?"
"Yes, I do." He looked down at Delilah, watching as her fingers skated back and forth across his chest, and wondered where she was going with this.
"Well, I know it may seem out there and irrelevant, but I was curious what you had in mind or if you were just saying it to appease me? If it's the latter, I won't get mad. I'm used to it, as a matter of fact." Rick noticed her expression changed to one of sadness. She thought back on all the broken promises of the past. Even though she had found somebody extraordinary, what went before would plague her forever. He knew that guys had tried to take advantage of her from what she told him. Nothing more than immature and horny assholes, they'd pull the same shenanigans on any girl, but he thought he was doing a pretty good job making sure that Carl never acted in such a manner. Rick actually had thought about what kind of a first date they would have. He sighed, hoping she wouldn't think he was too corny or behind the times.
"No, I didn't say it to appease you. In fact, I came up with two different ideas: One for if you lived in Atlanta and one for if I lived in Los Angeles."
"Oh?" She looked up at him, intrigued. "Do tell."
"Alright. If you lived in Atlanta, I'd start by taking you to the Georgia Aquarium. There's a hundred foot long tunnel made entirely of acrylic windows, it's almost five thousand square feet of viewing windows. You can see all these different kinds of fish along with the whale sharks and manta rays that they have. It's really unbelievable. I figured while we were there, I'd give you a family reunion with the bottlenose dolphins." They busted up laughing, Delilah more than him, and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't make fun, it's a hidden talent!"
"I know, I'm messing with you. Anyways, after that, we'd go to Sundial Restaurant. It's on top of the Westin hotel and has a 360 degree view of the Atlanta skyline. It's a pretty spectacular sight to see at night time, and the food is great. If I lived in California, I'd take you to this restaurant, Moon Shadows, it's in Malibu and overlooks the beach so you can watch the sun setting. Afterwards, I'd take you to the Griffith Observatory. Astronomers chart meteor showers weeks in advance, so we'd go on one of those nights, it's supposed to be exceptional. You wouldn't have to worry about me acting like a jackass, I think you know by now that I'm the complete opposite. I'd bring flowers, hold doors open, pull chairs out, not try to put my hands all over you and get grab-assey, or make it all about myself. You deserve to be shown a good time and treated with respect, Delilah."
Rick had always been a romantic. That part of his persona had disappeared for the past couple of years, but being with Delilah was helping it resurface. If only he could really take her on those dates…
Delilah's eyes had filled with tears, she was so touched by everything Rick said, from describing the dates and enlightening her that he wouldn't be like all the others. Her heart was fluttering, because it was in that split second that Delilah knew she had fallen in love with him.
This feeling was familiar, she remembered the moment she fell in love with Billy, but that was nothing compared to now, this left her feeling both rapturous and scared stiff. Delilah didn't want Rick to know that she was crying, she was afraid he'd look into her eyes and she'd blurt out that she loved him and that he'd reject her. The timing was so wrong. Even though the mild tipsiness from the cotton candy vodka had worn off, they were just in a sexually charged situation a few hours before and his words made her a bit emotional, she wasn't thinking rationally. He'd probably freak out and that's the last thing she wanted, she forced herself to suck it up and looked up at him with an enchanted smile.
"Wow… you've had a lot of time to think about this, huh?"
Rick raised an eyebrow at her. "What, you don't like it?"
"No, I love it. It's perfect, every single detail. Wonderful blend of casual and classy." She rolled over on her stomach as she spoke and began rifling into her backpack. The blanket slid down, baring her heart shaped birthmark that drove him crazy, making him smile at the glimpse of it. Delilah pulled on a pair of lavender Paul Frank boxer shorts and a black tank top before nestling back into Rick, lacing her fingers through with his. "I wouldn't change a thing about it." She gave him a peck and he smiled, looking at her and their intertwined hands.
"Good, I'm glad. Hey," He held her hand up, examining it in the moonlight. "I never noticed before how small and delicate your hands are."
"Thanks. Surprisingly enough, my hands are one of my most complimented attributes." She looked at her little hand in his big one before doing something so undeniably adorable: Rick wrapped his fingertips over her own and squeezed her hand. It came from out of nowhere, but it was incredibly genuine and simple that it melted her heart. Billy had always done that, too, because her hands were so small. They looked at each other and smiled as he held her hand, continuing to enjoy the peaceful hours of darkness.
Two Hours Later, Delilah's Dream
Delilah was in a kitchen making breakfast, wearing a fitted sleeveless pink and blue spaghetti strap gingham dress with a full skirt, along with soft pink heels to match and a powder blue headband in her long ponytail swept up hair. Two kids were sitting at the table. Carl was taller, probably around fifteen or sixteen, and Judith looked exactly the same but bigger, but she was around four or five and wore her hair in high pigtails. The kitchen looked like something out a 1950's television show, as did their wardrobe. "Only You" by The Platters started playing. Judith looked over and her face lit up. "Hi, Daddy!"
Delilah turned around to see Rick walking down the stairs as the first lyric of the song played. "Hi, kids!" He was dressed up in black work slacks and a white button up shirt with a blue tie. Delilah smiled, walking up and giving him a big kiss. "Good morning, dear."
"Good morning, honey." Delilah walked back over to the counter as Rick sat down, petting Bear, their family Blood Hound. "I made your favorite, buttermilk pancakes!"
"Yay!" The three of them started clapping, making Delilah smile.
"You make the best pancakes, Mom." Carl said.
Delilah waved him away as they dug in. "Anything for you, my darlings."
Carl and Judith walked out of the house as Delilah waved good bye from the front porch. The outside of the two story house was white and grey with a blue picket fence, green grass, and brightly colored flowers all over. Rick walked out with his overcoat on and briefcase in hand, bending down to kiss Delilah goodbye. He puts his fedora on and leaves, only for Delilah to run after him. Rick turns to her and she tilts his hat to the side, making him smile. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and walks off as he steps into their white 1956 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz with the kids.
Carl is up to bat at a baseball game. He hits the ball, sending it flying over the fence, and runs around the bases. Rick and Delilah are wildly cheering for him while Judith sits in her lap.
Delilah walking Carl out of the house whilst covering his eyes, with Judith right next to her. "Mom, what is it? The suspense is getting to me!" Carl whined.
"Carl, your father will be back any moment! It's a surprise, right, Judith?"
"Right, Mommy!"
Rick pulled up in a brand new black 1957 Ford Thunderbird and stepped out of the car.
Delilah pulled back her hands. "Surprise! Happy Birthday Carl!"
Carl opened his eyes and his mouth went agape at seeing his birthday present. "OH, MY GOD! THAT'S FOR ME?!"
She nodded. "Yes, it is!"
He ran to the car, Rick tossed him the keys, which Carl perfectly caught. "Happy Birthday, buddy." He patted his son on the back and walked over to Delilah and Judith, wrapping an arm around his wife as they watched Carl be in amazement over his surprise.
Rick and Delilah are in their living room, laughing with Glenn and Maggie. Delilah was making wild hand gestures as she told a story. Rick and Glenn lean across the girls and clink their Heinekens. "Happy wives, happy lives."
Glenn smiles. "I'll drink to that."
Rick sips his beer and turns to Delilah, falling even more in love with her.
It's Christmas morning in the family room, the tree is adorned in silver tinsel and ornaments in blue, green, gold, and red, sitting in the family room. Delilah, Carl, and Judith are all sitting around the tree in their pajamas and bathrobes as Rick walks in carrying a huge box. "I found this on the front porch and it has your name on it, Judith." He sets the box down next to her and sits on the lounger, Delilah on the floor in front of him.
They watch Judith take the lid off and a fluffy light yellow golden retriever with a pink ribbon tied around her neck pops out from the box. "A puppy?!" She gasps and pulls the puppy out of the box, giggling as her face gets covered in puppy licks. Rick grabbed Delilah's hand as they watched Judith and the dog.
"Merry Christmas, honey."
"We love you both so much." Delilah smiled, thinking that this life couldn't get any better, until Carl nudged her.
"Here, this is one is from all of us."
He handed her a small box wrapped in shimmering red paper with a white bow on top. "I wonder what it could be."
"Open it, Mommy!"
"I am, don't worry, sweetheart." Delilah unwrapped the present to see that it was a red leather gold embossed Cartier box and opened it. Inside was a stunning platinum diamond marquise bracelet, which made her smile and her eyes tear up.
"Like it?" Rick leaned in, whispering into her ear. Delilah looked up at him, smiling at each other with love.
"I love it." She put the bracelet on and held her arm up to look.
Delilah and Rick walking through the park in the fall. Everything is in colors of red, yellow, and orange, leaves and acorns are everywhere. Carl has Judith on his shoulders and is running back and forth with her, spinning her around and pretending to be an airplane while she laughs her head off. Rick and Delilah are walking hand in hand, she holds onto his arm and rests her head on his shoulder, watching the kids.
Rick and Delilah are at a awards ceremony banquet. He's very dapper in a tuxedo and she's wearing a lavender strapless evening gown and elbow length pink satin gloves, her hair down with a white magnolia tucked behind her ear, soft makeup, and the Cartier platinum diamond marquise bracelet.
"And the winner for Lawyer of the Year for Atlanta, Georgia is… Rick Grimes!"
The entire room erupts in applause, Delilah gasped in happy surprise and gave Rick a peck as he walked up to the stage to get his award. She watches him make his acceptance speech and he looks right at her.
"I couldn't have done it without my beautiful wife, Delilah." Rick smiles at her and everybody turns around to watch her as her faces breaks out in a big smile.
Delilah is wearing a long white slip, it's late and Rick isn't home from work yet. She walks into Carl's blue and black decorated room to find him asleep with a comic book on his face, with Bear sleeping at the foot of the bed. Delilah smiles, placing the comic book on the dresser and turning Carl's light out. She walked out of Carl's room and into Judith's room. It is decorated in pink and white, she's sleeping soundly in her bed with her puppy, Lulu, neither one of them stirring as Delilah tucks her in and kisses her good night.
After checking on both of the kids, she walks downstairs and starts putting things away in the living room, not noticing that Rick has arrived home. He puts a record on the record player and wait's a minute and a half before turning up the volume to the last part of the song, their favorite part. Delilah turns around, puzzled. "Rick?"
He holds out his hand, smiling. "Dance with me?" She smiles and takes his hand, he slowly spins her. They start slow dancing around the living room, not noticing that Judith has crawled to the middle of the stairs and watches them through the balusters. She props up her elbows on the step, her head in her hands, and sighs dreamily as she watches them, finding it all so romantic.
"You're my dream come true, my one and only you."
The last line of the song plays as Rick dips Delilah, brings her up, and spins her again before they tenderly kiss while the song finishes.
Delilah opened her eyes, silently giggling to herself. The dream was odd, but it made her feel warm inside. It was a combination of everything in her subconscious. Judith calling her "Mommy", the close relationship with Carl, being with Rick, that it reflected in her dreams about what life would have been like if she had met Rick first and Carl and Judith were their children. Alas, that wasn't how things were meant to be, but maybe they could be just as good, they could all still be happy together. Delilah looked up to see Rick soundly sleeping and spooning her with his arm wrapped around her stomach. She smiled, cuddling into him and drifting back off to sleep.
BILLY'S FAMILY RANCH, HOUSTON, TEXAS, OVER A YEAR AGO
It was a murky looking day on Steverson Ranch in Houston, Texas. The sky was grey and the wind was howling, nobody would believe that it was the spring. After their mom left for Europe, Delilah and her older sister Christine accompanied her fiancé Billy from Simi Valley, California, to his family ranch, figuring it would be a safe place to survive in the apocalypse. Except when they got there, the place was deserted and his family had been turned into nombies, "nightmare zombies" as Delilah referred to them. Billy didn't seem too petrified that he had to shoot Mamie and Papie Steverson in their skulls or decapitate Little Archie, his favorite cousin. They weren't who they used to be, they had turned into fatal monsters. Delilah seemed to be the only one that it had traumatized, being forced to kill somebody, even a small child. It had been a week since arriving at the ranch, and Billy and Christine knew they couldn't stay there any longer. Apart from all the animals having been eaten by them or the zombies, the house, already in a time warp from the 70's, was falling apart. Leaky roof, cracked windows, the staircase balcony and its railings were both loose, and Delilah had found rodent pellets. She, on the other hand, thought that Billy could fix the house up since he had nothing but time on his hands, except that wasn't the case. They needed to be somewhere safer, but it wouldn't be the trio…
Christine walked out into the hallway with Billy. The two of them had been having an affair of sorts behind Delilah's back. Christine always liked Billy first and couldn't stand it that Delilah took him from her, leaving her with no choice but to take what was rightfully hers.
"Billy, we can't stay in this house another day longer. We have to leave." He looked at her with a sad stare in his eyes, scratching the back of his head.
"I don't know, Christine. We can't just leave Delilah by herself. She's too defenseless and reliant on us, she'd never stay alive on her own." Although he loved Christine, he did care about Delilah, more or less. At one point, he had loved her as much as she loved him, but not anymore. People fall out of love with each other all the time, but Billy felt he and Christine should do the right thing, break the news properly by sitting Delilah down and confessing. It would crush her, but at least it wasn't conniving.
Christine rolled her eyes. For twenty years, it was Delilah this, Delilah that, stop what you're doing and watch DE-LI-LAH! Delilah could go fuck herself for all she cared. All Christine wanted was to put that little spoiled bitch in her place, and she was doing that by leaving with Billy. "I don't care! That stupid brat ruined my life, I almost lost you for good because of her. This is survival of the fittest. Do or die. You can either ride with the bulls or graze with the cows, but I'm not letting either one of you slow me down. Do you have everything ready? I finished packing up the semi-truck and still have the keys, you have the keys to the X5." She tossed the semi-truck keys in the air and snatched them up as they came down.
"Yes, it's ready. Delilah is your family, don't you love her?" His question echoed in her head, causing her frustrated glare to soften. Of course she loved her, Delilah was her baby sister. At one point, they were as close as two sisters could be. She simply couldn't stand her. It was Delilah's fault that she was forced into the shadows and rebelled, because she wasn't as good as The Golden Child, and it was because of Delilah's mother that Christine no longer had her dad. He may have been an asshole, but he loved her apart from her grandma, who showed no interest in Delilah. That and Delilah's few chubby years were the only times Christine was superior. Then she had to go and grow six inches and take Billy from her, who did that little hussy think she was?! Christine folded her arms across her chest, the aggravation creeping up on her.
"I do love her, but I love me more."
At that moment, Delilah strolled out of the room she shared with Billy and into the hallway. Even with no makeup on, she still looked like she belonged in a Covergirl ad, she was that beautiful. Delilah was wearing a pair of Frankie B. jeans, an red tank top, and a black terrycloth Juicy Couture hoodie with a pair of blue UGG slippers. "Good morning, everybody!" She said in an almost Valley Girl voice and sauntered up to Billy. "Hi, baby. Sleep well?" Delilah gave him a deep kiss. He had his eyes open, looking over at Christine, who simply looked disgusted.
"Y-Yeah, I slept fine, babe." Billy gulped, he was feeling very nervous and scared for Delilah. Just because he chose Christine didn't mean that they had to kill her…
"Hey, Bill. You gotta fix the staircase balcony and railings before they break. I can't wait until this place is fixed up!" Delilah rocked the balcony a little.
"Don't touch it!" Christine hissed.
Delilah looked at her, confused. "Sorry, chill out, Christine."
"Lila, I told you, it's too much to fix and we can't stay here." Billy was trying to be as even tempered as he could, he didn't want to let anything slip out. In a way, he felt like The Huntsman sent to kill Snow White, but would he be letting his Snow White free? After what they were going to do, he might as well have had taken her heart.
She scoffed. "Where are we going to go, The Four Seasons Dallas? There's slim pickings, we staying. It's the best choice, don't you remember what they said on the news?"
Delilah turned back to Billy, shrugging off his worries. He and Christine were such downers, she had no choice but to be the optimistic one of the trio. Besides, they needed to stick together in order to get through this. "Baby, we need to set up a gym somewhere in this house, Christine needs to be hitting P90X because she's getting a little chubby-chubs!" Delilah giggled and poked her stomach, making her jump.
"Shut up! I'm bloated, duh!" She couldn't wait to get the hell rid of Delilah, relieving herself of a two decade pain in the ass.
What is going on with Christine? Delilah thought to herself. She's more bitchy than usual. Maybe she's getting her period. Her thoughts were interrupted by a chill in the room. "It's freezing, why is the window open?" Delilah walked over to close the window.
"No, don't!" Billy tried to grab her, but it was too late. She looked down to see a fire escape ladder hanging from the windowsill. "Why is this here?" Delilah turned around, confused, and saw them trying not to look at her but failing miserably. "What's going on? Why do you both have such guilty looks on your faces?"
Before either one of them could answer, a loud banging sound bounced throughout the house. The three of them looked to see the door being pushed before it came crashing down, a swarm of flesh eaters barged through into the house. They were making this creepy gurgling sound, some crawled up the stairs. Delilah screamed, truly aghast at the amount of deadly undead freaks, and ran to get her weapon. Billy shot the zombies coming up the stairs. "Christine, Delilah! Come on, we gotta get out of here! The place is going to collapse!" He jumped out the window and slid down the ladder. Please, let her make it out.
Christine was right behind him when Delilah ran out of the room with her gun, nervously shooting more zombies until running out of bullets. She turned around to see her sister closing the window whilst standing on the ladder. "What the hell are you doing?!" Delilah ran over to the window, trying to stop her from closing it, but Christine grabbed her hands, glaring menacingly at her baby sister's terrified eyes.
"I'm sorry, little sister, you're not going anywhere."
Delilah's eyes dilated and her mouth went agape. Was she about to be left in this death trap? The mighty winds blew through the window as low thunder rumbled in the sky, rain began to fall.
"What are you talking about? We have to leave, now! Let me go!"
"No, no, no…" Delilah mumbled, stirring in her sleep.
"For twenty one years, I had to play second fiddle to The Delilah Show. Little Bitch Princess, not caring who she stepped on to get what she wanted!" She spoke in a mocking tone, her lips curling up into a devilish grin. The more Delilah tried to move her hands, the more Christine's grip tightened on her wrists, knowing bruises would be left.
Delilah felt a cool metal ring in Christine's hands, thinking it was part of the ladder, and laced her fingers through it. "Christine, it's not like that, I swear! I would never step on anybody, not even you! You're my big sister, I want you to be happy and for us to be like it used to be! I love you! Please! Let me go, NOW!" Delilah felt her heart beating out of her chest and fear envelope her body as she started crying, knowing she was going to die.
"Let me go, let me go now!" Delilah's voice started getting a little louder as she tossed and turned
Rick woke up from her movements against him and looked down. Is she having a nightmare? "Delilah?"
"No, Delilah. I've had to be in your shadow for years, no longer will that continue. Billy loves me and we're running off together. You're nothing but an albatross around our necks, dragging and pulling us down! We're better off without you, the world is better off without you" Their hair wildly blew from the wind while the sounds of the walking dead and the thunder above became even louder.
"That's not true! You can't leave me here! Please, don't do this! I don't care, take him! We can work it out if you just let me go!" She looked up at Christine with pleading eyes, trying to bargain for her life.
"Let me go, don't leave me!" Delilah was shouting, wildly tossing and turning. Rick grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to shake her awake.
"Delilah, wake up."
Christine's grin widened, she looked like The Joker from Batman. "Such a stupid girl you are, Delilah. You want me to let you go? Fine!" She raised their hands up and let go of Delilah's, watching her lose her balance and not noticing Delilah had grabbed the keys from her.
"Don't, don't leave me! Come back!" Delilah was still shouting and kicking, Rick couldn't get her to awaken.
"Delilah, honey, wake up. You have to wake up!"
Delilah saw the leer on Christine's face as she watched her stumbling backwards. Christine was elated, her wish of eliminating the burden that ruined her life was coming true. "Sweet dreams, baby sister." She said in a Minnie Mouse esque tone before climbing down the ladder. Delilah had stumbled all the way against the balcony, the creepy sounds of the zombies rang through her ears. A huge crash of lightning burst through the sky and shook the ground. The balcony and the railings she was up against broke with a loud snapping sound. Delilah went plummeting from the second story, screaming for her life, as she went down, down, down…
"Delilah! Delilah!"
"No! No! No! Ahhhhh!" Delilah let out a scream that turned into a gasp as she shot straight up, barely even feeling Rick holding onto her shoulders.
"Delilah, shhh, Delilah." He had to shush her to prevent walkers hearing, but whatever it was that scared her had him incredibly worried. She was heavily panting, her face and back of her neck were drenched in cold sweat, her heart racing out of her chest. "Sweetheart, it's over. You're ok, I promise."
Delilah turned and looked at Rick, her eyes were teary and her body was trembling. "Rick…" The sight of his concerned eyes bringing her back from the nightmare sent her over the edge, relieved that she was free but still felt haunted. She began to cry, shaking uncontrollably, it was a dream that would never go away, no matter how hard she tried. Rick wrapped his arms around her, bringing her body into his lap and her head in the nook of his shoulder, and let Delilah cry it out.
"You're safe, baby. I'm here, I've got you." Rick stroked her hair, kissing her on the head as Delilah shook and sobbed in his embrace.
The tent that only hours before had been overflowing with moans of passion was now filled with cries of fright. Delilah knew that she'd never be able to escape from the clutches of her demons, and only hoped that it wouldn't push Rick away forever.
AWWW! POOR DELILAH! HOW COULD THEY DO THAT TO HER?! WHAT DID WE THINK OF THIS CHAPTER? IT SEEMS LIKE OTHER PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO CATCH ON ABOUT RICKLILAH. GOOD FOR GLENN FOR STANDING UP FOR DELILAH, BUT WHAT DOES TYLER HAVE IN STORE? LOOK OUT FOR THE WHOLE FINGERTIP OVER FINGERTIP BIT TO RE-APPEAR LATER ON IN THE STORY! CHAPTER ELEVEN WILL BE COMING SOON!
BE SURE TO FOLLOW THE STORY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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