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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! How is everybody doing?
This chapter was interesting to write, the title is reflective of how Delilah and Daryl are free but going back to the prison, which is now a dead world.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE, JELLY BELLY, OR IT'S A SMALL WORLD. 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, AND WALT DISNEY, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Eighteen: The Free in The Dead World, Part One
They pulled out of the parking lot, Delilah buried her head in her knees and cried, not even looking in the mirror to see the others waving until they were out of sight.
Carl watched his dad, the last time he had gotten this emotional was when Lori had died, and that's when he knew that his dad really cared for Delilah. Rick heard the song playing as the car drove off, knowing it was for him, and could feel tears falling down his face. He was terrified for her, but a part of him knew that she would come back. Delilah was a Phoenix, his Phoenix, and she loved him.
FOURTY FIVE MINUTES LATER
Daryl had had to put up with Delilah's sad-sob playlist for almost an hour. Starting with "Take My Breath Away" and leading into "Fool to Cry" by The Rolling Stones, it wasn't too bad, at least she wasn't singing along to it and it prevented them from forcing conversation. She had really started crying when "Do You Realize?" by The Flaming Lips and "Cry" by Faith Hill played, but he had really had enough when "Lost In Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson started playing.
"Alright, enough with this sad sack crap, missy. The more you cry, the more depressed you're gonna be." He turned off the radio, which caused Delilah to look over at him. She wasn't sure if he was being genuine or just a jerk, so she waited for him to say more. "I don't care if you cry yourself to sleep for a week when we get back, but for now, I need you focused. You keep saying you're a strong warrior and all that, time for you to put your money where your mouth is, none of this Miss California Waterworks shit."
Delilah took a deep yet shaky breath, calming herself down. Daryl did indeed have a point. "You're right. My whole life, I've been used to people leaving me, but I've never had to leave somebody before, it's harder than one could imagine, leaving behind people you care about." She wiped her tears away.
He looked over at her and scoffed. "You really are like those beauty queen bitches, mellow dramatic and all that shit. You're an hour away, it ain't like you're going to Mars."
"You don't even know me or what I've been through, so why don't you shut up?" Daryl may have been sexy, but he sure knew how to annoy the hell out of somebody.
"I don't, but I do know what you've been showing me for almost three hours, and it's a bitch. If you ask me, I think you should get over Rick and get with a real guy, like me. He's complex, that one, you best be moving on."
Delilah looked over at him, disgusted. How could he say such a thing about Rick, his friend? "Rick's a real man, more than you'll ever be, and I'm in love with him. What makes you think you'd ever have a shot with a girl like me? Maybe in your dreams."
Daryl's laughter only ticked her off more. "Yeah, right. You just think you're in love, but you ain't. Besides, he's a widower, you can't compete with his dead wife. No matter how good you are, she'll always have the one up on you. Plus, I'm a thirty year old piece of gold with a huge cock and got swagger to get any piece of tail I want."
Sounds exactly like my mom about the widow thing. As far as his cock goes, I'll believe it when I see it, which won't be happening EVER. "I know I can't, but I don't care, my feelings are real. He's nothing like the last guy I was with."
"The last guy you was with probably dumped you because you're a high maintenance and demanding spoiled princess bitch."
Delilah was a bit reluctant to open up to him about her story, but she figured maybe he'd shut the hell up if he had a better understanding of her, even if it was doubtful on his end. "A year and a half ago, my fiance left me for my sister, they abandoned me inside his family's ranch in Texas as soon as walkers swarmed it from a dead deer on the front porch. I may have been spoiled and high maintenance once upon a time, but I've changed now. Rick is the first guy I've had feelings for since my ex, and I know that they're genuine. More to the point, what the hell do you know about love anyway?"
Daryl looked over at Delilah, and actually felt kind of bad for being such a prick earlier. After hearing that brief tidbit, he felt like he had a better understanding of her.
"Just so happens that I was in love. My high school sweetheart, Darlene Dubrow."
She looked over at him with a puzzled look. "Daryl and Darlene? Sounds like a match made in heaven if you ask me. What went wrong? She realized what a redneck hick you are and found somebody better?"
I guess I deserve that, but I ain't giving her the satisfaction of knowing. "Not exactly. A couple years before the outbreak, Darlene went on spring break to Cancun with her girlfriends, she got shitfaced and fell sixteen stories off the hotel balcony, died of massive head trauma."
Delilah's mouth went agape, Daryl's expression had remained stoic the whole time, but his story simply broke her heart and made her resume crying. He rolled his eyes at the sound of her sobbing. "Again with the fucking crying? I told you to cut out the waterworks!"
"That's the most tragic, heartbreaking story I've ever heard! It's like something out of a movie!"
"Yeah, some Nicholas Sparks piece of shit romance. The part that it wouldn't include was that she was actually cheating on me and felt so guilty that the whole thing was on purpose." They looked over at each other, and she could see the pain on his face that he tried to hide. Delilah attempted to speak, but he cut her off. "I don't need no pity. It's life, shit happens. We lose people we love. I lost Darlene, Rick lost Lori, you lost your fiance and your sister, we all lose people. We can't dwell on it or we'd be dead. I was planning on asking her to marry me, glad I didn't, or else I would have married a lying, cheating tramp. I pawned off the ring and tricked out my bike. Best $500 I ever made in my life."
"Do you miss her at all?"
Daryl shrugged. "Course I do. Just cuz she was two faced don't mean she didn't mean something to me. I hate to sound like some sap, but the saying is true, you never forget your first love. Don't matter no more, she's gone and I deserve somebody better." He hadn't told the story about Darlene in a long time, not even anybody in his group knew, but he wasn't too surprised about how informal he was discussing her. When it first happened, he had holed himself up in his room for weeks, not seeing or talking to anybody, until Darlene's best friend Candy showed up and confessed that she was cheating on him. Out of anger and depression upon hearing the news, Daryl slept with her, and they continued being fuck buddies until she moved to Wyoming. After that, his love life was nothing more than a blur of weekly one night stands. Darlene had taken advantage of his heart, and jaded him so badly he was pretty sure he'd never want to give it to anybody again. Love is for the weak pussies, it's what Merle always said, and it's the motto I'll go by for the rest of my days.
Delilah could tell that Daryl was trying to act like a tough guy, but she was glad that he bared his soul a little for her, that they both opened up, because now they had a better understanding of one another. He looked over to find her staring at him, she had finally stopped crying, thank Christ. Maybe she won't be such a pain in the ass after all, once I'm tapping it, at least, but until then… "Enough about me and my past, let's just get some decent music in here so I don't hear fucking sissy girl crap when I'm killing walkers."
She smirked. "Whatever you say, Helter Skelter."
"Why do you call me that?"
Delilah shrugged. "I have no idea, it just seems fitting for you. Plus, I have a thing for nicknaming people after songs. I call Rick "Street Fighting Man" and he calls me "Tiny Dancer". She smiled, thinking back at Rick and wondered how he was doing, she missed him, but was somewhat dreading her arrival back to Jellbany, what if he didn't reciprocate her feelings? Things would become awkward, but at least she wasn't too afraid of dying at the prison, she and Daryl were in this together. The sooner they got out alive, the sooner they'd get what they wanted.
THE PRISON, TWENTY FIVE MINUTES LATER
Daryl pulled up near the end of the prison driveway, and it was even worse than Delilah imagined. The fence was torn open, there was a huge hole blown through one of the cell block walls, which was caused by the abandoned army tanker not too far away, it looked like a war zone. Rick was right, it was swarmed with walkers, and it made all the fear creep up in Delilah again. Be strong, you have to get back home. Daryl looked over and could sense that she was a little nervous. "You alright, Lawless and Lulu?"
"Huh?" She glanced at him. "Yes, I'm fine. How do you know Lawless and Lulu?"
"You said you like to nickname people after songs, so I figured I'd give you one. It was either that or "Crazy Bitch"."
Delilah scoffed. "I'm glad it wasn't that one. I do love Buckcherry though. You ready?" As a matter of fact, Delilah was a HUGE Buckcherry fan, it was rare to find anybody that even knew who they were. Maybe he's not so bad after all.
"I was born ready, babe. Bust out the secret weapons."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Cool it, I'm not your babe." They got out of the truck and opened the back, where Delilah pulled out two long shiny metal suitcases, she hadn't heard Daryl mumble "You wish you were." under his breath. When he saw what was in the suitcase, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Where the hell did you get these?!" He hadn't meant to react that way, but it was the best secret weapon one could have not only in a zombie apocalypse, but ever.
Delilah smirked to herself over Daryl's enthusiasm. "One of the only things my dad left me was his collection of war memorabilia. My sister had no interest in it, but my fiance did. They sure came in handy now." She pulled out two M1A1 AND M2A1 flame thrower tank backpacks with flame wands, matching fire retardant suit, and helmets. "Here, put these on. We can take them off when we get inside. They're heavy, so even if we're bitten, we'll be unharmed, but I think we should round the walkers to the front of the gate. That way, we can take them out all together."
"You sure that's a good idea? What if more come out from the woods or something?" They began to put on the suits over their clothes.
"These guns will make a human explode and their fire rate is half a gallon a second, I think we'll be just fine. You have the M1A1, which means that one gasoline tank is Napalm infused, that's the fuel, while the nitrogen tank is the propellant. Press the wand, stand back, and watch it work it's magic. Your effective fire range is sixty six feet while your maximum range is somewhere around one hundred fourty feet, but it won't matter since we'll be bringing these freaks to the front line. All that matters is to keep it away from your face and body. You know the drill, aim at the heads. Good luck, Helter Skelter." Delilah put the helmet on along with the M2A1 backpack. Daryl was impressed with her knowledge, but no way was he going to let up, he had to see how strong she was.
Delilah opened the car door and messed around with the CD player, rolling down all the windows and blasting the stereo to almost it's highest volume. Daryl groaned when the familiar tune of "It's A Small World" started playing. "Oh, fuck! Has anybody ever told you that you have the worst taste in music?"
She smirked. "I actually have incredible taste, we need a loud and obnoxious song that will draw attention. Quick, get on the hood!" They both hopped up as the walkers started filing out of the prison. Delilah was worried that she underestimated the amount, but she knew these flamethrowers were a sure thing as the walkers began to surround the truck. "Ready, aim, fire!"
"It's a world of laughter and a world of tears
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all."
Simultaneously, they both pressed their wands and huge flames began to pour out from the nozzles, making them smile as walker heads melted clear off their bodies. The mind invading song was barely audible, all they focused on was getting rid of these freaks, crossing over and firing in a U shape around the front of the truck, taking out the rest, but more were coming. "Alright, divide and separate!"
"It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world."
Delilah and Daryl jumped off the hood, stomping over the headless and officially dead nombie bodies to get to the rest. There were probably about thirty or so heading towards them, but that seemed to be the last of them. Daryl began hitting them in a zigzag pattern while Delilah got them to circle around her.
"There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all."
Just like at Target, she began spinning around, shooting off the wand, these freaks didn't even know what hit them as their faces melted and their heads exploded off of their heads. One tried to grab Delilah, but she kicked it to the ground and sprayed it's entire body. "Didn't anybody ever teach you not to mess with a flame throwing bitch?" She started laughing to herself, watching Daryl take out a few more before the land was still again. They looked around at all the decapitated walkers as the song played on.
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world
Delilah frequented Disneyland at least twice a month when she was younger, and It's A Small World had always been one of her favorite rides regardless of the redundant tune. It was hard to believe a song that many deemed insufferable was now coming across as actually peaceful. They smiled triumphantly at the damage they had done, but uncertain if they were finished, there would most likely be more in the prison, but they had the trusty flamethrowers, they'd be ok. Daryl had watched Delilah fight, and it had left him captivated. She's the first chick I can't stand and can't get enough of. The song started from the beginning, making Daryl roll his eyes and stomp on a walker chest. "Gotta turn this fucking shit off!" Delilah laughed to herself as he ran back and turned down the volume before completely turning the truck off and walked back to her.
"Let's get to work. What cell blocks were you guys living in? I think we should grab whatever we find, it'll be easier that way than sorting everything out since we want to get back as soon as we can."
Daryl nodded. "Got it. Hey, it's my bike!" He ran over to his sacred chopper, leaving Delilah by herself. "Daddy's back for you, baby."
Guys and their toys, some things never change.
CELL BLOCK C
The inside of Cell Block C reminded Delilah of when she was in San Francisco and had taken a tour of the famous Alcatraz prison. Cold and dark with bleak grey walls and railings, walker remains scattered all over with pools of blood, the place was drenched in fear and death. Apart from the overload of walkers, she now understood why nobody wanted her to go. It was depressing and dangerous, a painful reminder of losses and births, as well as the last place they were all together and had been torn apart.
In and out, remember that. Grab whatever you see. The sooner you get it out, the sooner you can leave and go back to the others. Back to Rick.
Delilah took a deep breath, one that she soon regretted due to the overwhelming smell of decaying bodies. She was about to gag when she heard a noise that sounded like crying.
Someone's here.
OMG! WHO IS IN THE PRISON?! DO DELILAH AND DARYL SEEM TO BE BONDING A BIT? WHAT ABOUT HIS STORY OF DARLENE? I LOVED THE FLAMETHROWER BIT! FIND OUT EVERYTHING AND MORE IN CHAPTER NINETEEN, THE FREE IN THE DEAD WORLD, PART TWO, COMING SOON!
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