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Forever Rising Phoenix	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 7147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT, AMC, ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello world and my wonderful readers! Sorry if Rick and Carl seem a little out of character, but I have a perspective on that: What would be the point of FanFiction if some of the characters always resembled how they were on the shows? Rick and Carl are just trying to get a feel of Delilah, more of her back story is revealed a bit in the next chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
Chapter Two: Salvage
"Who are you?"
The girl was crouched down on the staircase landing and had one arm raised, holding a boomerang in her hand, that must have been what decapitated the walkers. She had medium olive skin with aquamarine colored eyes and long light golden brown hair to the middle of her back. Her outfit consisted of a dark pink and blue long sleeved off the shoulder tank top, black spandex yoga pants, black fingerless gloves, and leopard Doc Martens along with a gold and multicolored rhinestoned phoenix necklace. Rick guessed by how young she looked that she was probably around Beth's age, but there seemed something familiar about her…
"Rick Grimes?"
How does she know my name?
Rick and Carl glanced over at each other, confused, before turning back and nodding. "Y-Yes. Who are you?"
The girl sighed, what seemed to be like relief. "Finally." She rose to her feet and Rick couldn't help but check her out. Long legs, slender hips, large breasts that he was pretty sure were hers. He didn't know where she came from, but he knew that she was definitely a knock out, for she had the body of a Radio City Rockette. A lotus flower in the zombie apocalypse. "I thought this was going to take forever and a half." She sauntered down the stairs.
Rick was so perplexed by all of this, it seemed very bizarre. "What do you mean by that?
"You are not an easy man to find, Rick Grimes." She laughingly smiled as she joined them at the bottom of the stairs, before looking at Carl. She was even prettier up close, with long dark lashes and pink pouty lips. "You must be Carl, they said you wore your daddy's sheriff hat. I've got to say, it looks pretty awesome, kid."
The young boy blushed madly. "Th-th-thanks." Rick had to restrain the snickers. This girl was probably ten years older than him and he had never seen his son have such a reaction like he did over the female sex, not even with Beth, whom he knew Carl had a crush on.
The girl also hid her giggles, although this was not the first time she'd receive this reaction, nor would it be the last. "I'm sorry, I forgot to answer your question. My name is Delilah Daltrey. No relation to Roger. I wish." She scoffed and extended her hand out, shaking hands with both of them.
"Who?" Carl asked, which made Delilah's mouth slightly agape.
"You don't know who Roger Daltrey is, from The Who, one of the greatest rock and roll bands that once existed?"
Carl was already a little nervous being around her, but now he felt like an idiot not knowing the answer. "N-no."
Delilah smiled reassuringly at him and messed with the hat. "You've got a lot to learn. It's not your fault, what with the great musicians of your generation. Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber, no wonder you don't know The Who. Don't worry, I'll fill you in on the classics." She leaned against the wall and winked at him, making him further blush.
Rick cleared his throat, something about this seemed off and he had to find out more. Carl's reaction was also making him a little uncomfortable. "Seeing as you know who we are, how did you know to come looking for us?"
She turned back to Rick. "I was sent to look for you by some group I met an hour away last month. Apparently, they were residing in the big prison up north when a one eyed freak barraged the place and guillotined a man. After that, they all got separated and spread out. Sounded like total pandemonium."
"Hershel." Rick said, and she nodded.
"Yes, that was the name the girl told me. Her name's Maggie Greene, it was her father, and she has a sister, Beth."
Carl lit up. "You found Maggie and all them?"
Delilah nodded again. "Well, not all of them, yet. Don't get me wrong, I plan on finding all of you."
Rick liked her enthusiasm. "Who do you have with you now? It was a pretty large group, close to fifty members. There was a swine flu like virus that broke out right before the riot. Medicine was found on one of the last raids, but they hadn't been cured entirely and were still quarantined."
"I know, I've been filled in on all of this, multiple times. I came across Maggie, Tyresse, Sasha, and Bob almost a month ago. From there, we drove south and found a bus that had a bunch of kids and Maggie's husband, Glenn, inside. It seems like they were better by the time we found them. We're still looking for Michonne, Daryl, Beth, and Judith. I think they mentioned a Carol in there?"
Rick shook his head. "I'm glad Maggie and Glenn are back together, but there's no longer a Carol in the group. We found Judith's car seat covered in blood, there's no way she survived the attack." His voice cracked on that last sentence, and could feel the tears welling up. He had failed his baby girl, Daddy's little princess, by not grabbing her first. Carl's eyes were already brimming with tears, the only part he had left of his mother Lori was gone with her.
"That's not what Glenn told me, he said he saw somebody carrying her right before the bus sped off. Carol's not in the group? You better tell that to these two little girls, Lizzie and Mika. They keep asking about her and we just keep telling them we'll find her."
"Really? He saw Judith?" Carl blinked his eyes and let the now happy tears fall down as he smiled for the first time in a month.
Delilah once again nodded. "Yes. Now, we should probably get out of here. I've pretty much cleared the upstairs and looks like you've gotten everything there is downstairs. Besides, Madison is waiting for us." She watched the two of them once again look puzzled. "Madison's my best friend, met her about a year ago, not too long after I was on my own. She used to be a rodeo clown in Mississippi, barrel of laughs, that one."
Delilah walked past Rick, leaving him temporarily distracted by the unintentionally seductive way her tiny heart shaped ass swayed back and forth… but more questions brought him back. "Wait a second." He gently grabbed her arm and she turned around, aquamarine meeting light royal blue. Her eyes seemed honest and innocent, but like Carl's, a bit weary. They both were too young to have such a look in their eyes.
"Before we leave, I have three questions I need answered?" Delilah raised an eyebrow at Grizzly Adams. "How many walkers and humans have you killed and why?"
She paused and took a deep breath before replying. "Nombies? Nightmare zombies, or "Nombies" as I call them. I lost count at maybe fifty or more. Humans? Five. Some biker militia tried to attack me last year, and I had to. It was either them or me, and I wasn't about to be raped. If it weren't for that reason, I wouldn't have done it. That, and I wouldn't sacrifice myself for a walker, either. Before you ask, my weapon was a gun, but I ran out of bullets. I came across this boomerang in it's holster when I was looking for knives in an antique store. Sharpened the wood and trained it to decapitate walker heads for three months. Now, it's my only weapon of choice. Don't get me wrong, I still have the knives."
She has discipline as well as determination. I like her already. Reminds me of somebody that I used to know…
"Where are you from?" Carl asked.
"I'm from Simi Valley, which is literally the armpit of California. My father passed away a few years ago, and my mother went to Europe when the outbreak rumors started swirling. It was just me, my older sister Christine, and my fiancé, Billy. He traded his Ferrari in for a semi-truck and Christine took my BMW X5 and we split to Texas, where Billy's family lived. Unfortunately, when we got there, they were all turned to walkers. Killing them was a fun day." Delilah rolled her eyes sarcastically. "There's more to the story. Shortly after, we got separated when a swarm of walkers crashed the house. They pushed me out of the way and made a run for it. That was the last time I ever saw Christine and Billy. As far as I'm concerned, they're both dead and gone. To this day, I still don't know if them abandoning me was deliberate or not."
Now Carl could see the sadness on her face. For as confident as she seemed to be, she did appear a bit lost. She was lost, just like them. Except, she didn't have a family. At least he had his father. Carl could sense something in his father that he didn't trust her entirely.
"I'm sorry for everything you've been through, you'll have to excuse my skepticism over all this. How can we trust you, we don't even know who you are." Even though he thought everybody should stick together, trust was another thing entirely. Delilah glared at him, slightly perturbed.
"I know you don't, but what would I have to gain from steering you wrong? Look around you, Rick. We aren't at Disneyland, we're in Satan's Backyard! I'm not a bad person, I've made some questionable decisions in my life, but I'm trying to redeem myself. We've all been lead astray during this hellish time, but we need to put that aside. We don't know each other, so this is entirely fresh ground. Functioning humans are literally a dying breed. We need each other to survive. There are people that are worried sick, that are concerned, that love you. Do you realize how lucky you are to have that? I don't, and I haven't in a long time, a sad fact I've come to embrace. If I did have such things, I wouldn't hesitate for a second to get back to them. We cannot afford to be enemies. I know the last time you tried to make peace with somebody, it ended badly. This time around won't be like that. I am offering you a reconciliation to the group you've been separated from for a month. If you want, consider me nothing more than a middleman in all of this. So, are you with me or are you against me? At least come back with us and wait out the return of the others, then decide if you want to leave. Why not wait this out in a place with food and a bed? You both look like you could use a break from all this."
It truly was one of the most passionate speeches he had heard in a long time, just like the speech he had made to the group the night after leaving Hershel's farm, but he had a feeling that she actually meant every word. There was an old saying about the eyes being the windows to the human soul, and hers were both truthful and enchanting. Besides, it wasn't permanent. It would be a trial run until everybody got back together. What did they have to lose? He doubted that she had any association with The Governor, she seemed truly disgusted when she reiterated the riot as told to her. Either way, Delilah was right, they did need a break, and it would be wonderful to see some of the others again. He needed to get a better feel of her and her people, which is why they had to go with them. If anything were to happen, they both had that newly found half set of knives…
"Ok, we'll go."
Carl sighed, relieved. He couldn't wait to see the others and hoped the rest would be found soon. Delilah smiled a mega watt smile, feeling triumphant.
"Perfect! Let's hit the road, then!"
Carl tried to move past them, but Rick grabbed him by the arm.
"Carl, where are your manners? Ladies first." Zombie apocalypse or not, he was going to make sure Carl still acted like a proper young man towards a lady.
The young boy blushed further. "S-s-sorry."
This was making Delilah blush, also. Carl was absolutely adorable, and she couldn't wait to see how Rick would look once he rid himself of that awful beard.
"Oh, it's fine. Go ahead, Carl. I don't mind." She had broken her confidence twice, which only showcased that she had a very genuine side to her, exhibiting both sad and nervous emotions. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all… They watched Carl walk out, and Delilah turned back to Rick. There was definitely some sort of spark between them, even if he was twenty years or so older than her. "Thank you." She smiled, trying everything not to blush. Although Delilah felt an attraction, no way was she going to let up on it. She was already a bit too impulsive as it was. "I thought "Southern Manners" were nothing more than an urban legend."
Rick laughed, for what felt like the first time in he couldn't remember when. "Not with me, it's not. Maybe you haven't been in the South for very long."
"Good to know, and maybe I haven't." They both walked out and followed Carl. This all felt a little surreal, but he had to be hopeful that something good could come from this, but there was something he had forgotten to ask her.
"By the way, Delilah, how have you been surviving for the past year?"
WHAT DO WE THINK OF DELILAH AND WHAT SHE'S ALL ABOUT? HOW HAS SHE BEEN SURVIVING FOR THE PAST YEAR? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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