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Will you dance with me?Will you dance with ne?
No, I don't mean a hip hop silly routine.
I mean the two of us
Out in the moonlight
Dancing to our own song
The one you hum as we sway together in a circle
It might be December, but I wont be cold
You'd hold me in your arms, just content
By the silver light reflected off the newfallen snow
There wouldn't be anywhere else I would rather be
Silent except for your hum and our heartbeats intertwined
We could dance, then just be kids for a little while longer
There will be snow angels and snowmen to be made
You'd take me home afterwards
I'd tell you how much fun I had
And that I want to dance again
You'd say you would
And again, we would dance
So again I ask of you
Will you dance with me?
Walking dead fic no. 5I slept with my back pressed to the chain links of the cell block gate, where I was supposed to be keeping watch. As the fence rattled, I woke and leaped to my feet, knife ready. I lowered it as I saw it was only Rick, Glenn and Daryl. I quickly unlocked the gate and let them in, then locked it behind them. I handed the keys back to Rick, who simply nodded, then went to the cell where Carl had stayed after my trying to kill him. I did fell a little upset at the man who had been like my father since he came to the group. He was just supposed to forgive and forget, but Rick had a tendency to ignore those who had done wrong by him, and not let them explain themselves. I sighed, and Glenn ruffled my hair. "He'll come around, kid. He usually does." He said as he walked away. "Usually?" I cried after him. I could see him laughing from behind. "Li, c'mere please. We have to talk." Rick called to me from the cell where he and Carl were. For some reason, I felt scared. I didn't want to get into
Walking Dead fic no.3I sobbed and pressed my face to Daryl's chest, and he held me closely, stroking my dirty black hair. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. We're still here. We ain't let them Walkers get at us yet. And I told you, when I first got ya. I wont ever let anything hurt you. Not ever. Don't you remember?" He said, stroking my hair comfortingly. I hiccuped and nodded, drying my eyes. "But Carol, and T-Dog, an-" I sobbed before I could finish. "Lori." I choked out. Daryl hugged me tighter as I wept. I hadn't cried since Shane. I was such a girl. I was supposed to be a fighter. Daryl gripped my shoulders and stepped back. "Lilac. You are bigger than this. This is what happens, people die. But it's alright. We still got them. Here." He touched his chest. I sniffled and nodded. "I-I know. You lost so much, Daryl. Merle. Billy. Sophia." I said. His expression turned cold as ice. "I lost them, but I will not lose you. You're my little girl. I wont let them get to ya." He said, standing back up. He kissed me
Walking Dead fic no.4Carl sat next to me, perched on the roof of the prison. He may have been two years younger than me, but he was definitely my best friend. His hand brushed mine, and I laid my head on his shoulder. He hardly ever cried, like me. In times like these, kids had to be cold as ice and sharp as knives. Daryl had taught me to shoot, and I taught Carl, against Shane and Lori's objections. I had been locked in the farmhouse many a time for that offence. I smiled silently, remembering all of things that used to keep me afloat and brave. Shane had been a father to Carl and me, always taking care of us. I guess I was the kind of kid that needed constant watching, because everyone was always teaching me everything I ever needed to know about survival. Because of their teachings, I was a fighter, tougher than half the men still fighting. "I've been thinking about the baby." Carl said quietly. I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. "Her name?" I asked. Her name couldn't stay what Daryl had been cal
Walking Dead fic no.2I had just begun to doze off in Daryl's arms when I heard the scream. The scream of a young boy, just beyond the trees. I scrambled to my feet, Daryl already up. Looking around the campfire, my heart dropped lower than the grave when I found the missing child. "Billy." I whispered. As I turned towards the trees, I gasped as I saw shadows shambling from the foliage. "Walkers!" I cried, and several screams met my exclamation. Lori and Carol swept up the children and ran to the tents, while the men stayed behind, weapons raised. I was terrified, but determined to stay and fight. I felt a hand on my shoulder as the Walkers got closer. "You sure you wanna stay kid?" Daryl asked me, loading an arrow into his bow. I nodded shakily and picked up my gun. Shane shouted out a battle cry, and by the light of the fire, we attacked. We found almost immediately that we were far outnumbered. I fired several shots, nailing a Walker in the head every time. I cried out as I felt a Walker's hand on my arm
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