The Walking Dead

There was no one in the caravan, only old Dale was sitting on the deck chair on the roof, and everyone else went to the restaurant.

Tasia stood at the door, paused and continued to walk in.

On the storage table by the inner door, there is a graceful white flower in a translucent brown beer bottle.

She stopped, was this flower really destined to belong to Carol?

Even if her husband Ed didn't die, even if Darryl became her boyfriend.He still gave this Cherokee rose, which represented purity and strength, to Carol.

Is a powerful plot so irreversible?

Tasia stretched out her slender fingers, and stroked lightly from the tender yellow stamen to the five white petals.

it's beautiful.

Tasia raised her eyebrows, withdrew her fingers, turned and got out of the RV.

Old Dell looked down at her: "Tasia, why are you hanging out here and not going to eat?"

"Well, go now, I'll replace you later." Tasia looked up and smiled at him.

"No need, Glenn will take over for me later, you can go and eat." She is such a sensible child, no wonder Heber loves her so much.If only the two young lovers, Glenn and Maggie, could be as worry-free as Tasia and the others.

Since the barn was forcibly opened, Maggie and Glenn have had a cold war, and they don't know when they will reconcile.Hershel is now holding grudges against these outsiders. If he can't change his mind, it is still unknown whether Glenn and Maggie can get together.

Worst of all was Lori, a woman who had lost her baby and couldn't find anyone to talk to.In just one day, Lori quickly haggarded down. At noon, Dale saw her retching in the woods with someone on her back. The situation was exactly the same as when his former wife was pregnant. Spit, if this continues, he thinks that even if Lori hasn't decided whether to want this child, she probably won't be able to keep it.

Sean is gone, why hasn't Rick come back? Could it be that he really doesn't care about his wife and children.

Needless to say, Carol had to endure Ed's beating and scolding, and also worried about Sophia's life, so she shed tears every day.

At the dining table, Darryl handed the fried meatloaf to Tasia, and sat down beside her: "Where did you go just now, why didn't I see you when I came back."

"Well, I practiced shooting with Andrea and the others for a while in the afternoon, and then walked around." Tasia lowered her head and cut the meatloaf into small pieces, eating in small bites.

"Oh." Darryl added some carrots to her plate, "Well, uh, did you go back to the tent when you got back?"

"No." Tasia turned her head and glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, no." Darryl ate with his head buried in his mouth, "You should be tired after a busy day today, remember to go back and rest early."

Tasia poked the vegetables in front of her, curled her lips and said sullenly: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Then I couldn't help but add another sentence: "Not as tired as you."

Darryl paused and said in a rough voice, "Don't be brave, I'll take you back after dinner."

Tasia glanced at him coolly. This dead man secretly ran to give Carol flowers. She didn't say anything, and even dared to discipline her loudly in front of her. If she doesn't show off her power, she really thinks that she is a sick cat. .

Darryl was inexplicably stared at by her, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a clue. Thinking of the flowers for Carol in the afternoon, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Could it be that the problem lies in this?No, I am upright, and I don't have any bad intentions, and I have no guilty conscience.

When he came back to his senses, Tasia had already finished eating, greeted Heber and began to pack the tableware.He quickly swallowed the meatloaf in two bites, put the plate in the sink, and chased after the girl who walked out the door.

Darryl took her hand, thought of something, couldn't help but smiled and said, "I'll accompany you back."

"Follow if you want, and I can drive you away." Tasia also figured it out, just send it away, there is no need to get into trouble with him over this matter, if you really want to get angry, the incident in the afternoon would have already given you Mad.

When she lowered her head and got into the tent, Tasia was dumbfounded when she raised her eyes.

In the small tent, a large bouquet of Cherokee roses was placed beside the sleeping mat. The white flowers bloomed layer upon layer, and a faint fragrance permeated the entire tent.

Such a large bunch, just like the ones sold on Valentine's Day, wrapped in the largest ivory white paper he could find, except that there were no silk flowers tied underneath.

Faced with this sudden surprise, Tasia really didn't know what to say at the moment, her nose was sour, she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Looking back at Darryl, he looked away awkwardly. The tent was too short, so he could only half-squat and slowly move towards the door from the side of the sleeping mat: "Well, I'll go back first, um, Moore is still waiting I."

Tasia was a little dumbfounded, now is really not a good time.

One moment she was still suspecting him of cheating, but the next moment she was moved by his unexpected romance. Forgive her for not being able to change her mood all at once, and to praise Darryl for his jerky flattery.

Looking at the man who was about to step out of the tent, Tasia said slowly: "Why did you give me this?"

"Oh, that." Darryl's eyes swayed from side to side, "It's nothing, it just looks good, so I picked it up for you." Damn, why did he have to say it, this woman is usually not very smart Well, he felt his ears burning with embarrassment.

Tasia moved in front of him, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Oh? I'll share some with Andrea and Amy later, okay?"

Darryl raised his head reflexively, and stopped before he could speak his objection. Tasia's small face was right under his eyes, and the tip of their noses was separated by only one finger. The temperature in the tent slowly rose.

Daryl twitched his fingertips and his heart began to beat faster as he thought back to that night at the Centers for Disease Control.

At that time, Tasia was not his own, but now she was in front of him, in a tent, and now she was his girlfriend, and she had met the parents' girlfriend openly.

He raised his hand obsessively, and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb: "If you like it, I'll pick it off next time, but don't give it away."

"But didn't you give it to someone else?" Tasia pouted, although she no longer had any grudges in her heart, it didn't prevent her from using it to block him from time to time.

Darryl suddenly understood the reason for her strange behavior at dinner.

He chuckled softly: "Are you jealous? Actually, you don't need to care about Carol. The Cherokee rose was originally a flower representing maternal love."

Tasia reached out and hugged his waist tightly, and said unconvinced: "Then why did you give this to me, I'm not his mother."

Warm and soft in his arms, he thought helplessly, it was so hard to get along alone, why must he keep discussing these irrelevant people and irrelevant things, looking at this tortured little woman in his arms, Darryl aroused her chin, and kissed that bright red mouth fiercely.

"Hmm." Tasia was in a daze, and just about to speak, his flexible and possessive tongue had already swept in from her slightly parted lips, sucking his fluid forcefully.She withdrew her hand holding his waist and wanted to push him away, but Darryl's kiss made her lose her strength, so she could only pull his skirt softly.

Sensing her movement, Darryl held her firmly in his arms with one hand, and instinctively reached in from the hem of her clothes with the other hand to gently caress her back. The smooth texture of the woman's skin made his heart tremble.

Darryl softened his attack, repeatedly licked her sweet and shy tongue with the tip of his tongue, and gently sucked her lips until he couldn't control himself before he stopped, and reluctantly pulled his hand out of her clothes, Touched Tasia's pink face.

For the first time, the little woman in front of her restrained her shrewdness in front of her, showing a dazed look, her big watery eyes were still looking at him in a daze, Darryl couldn't help touching her red lips. Another kiss: "This is our first kiss, remember not to forget."

Tasia blinked, and finally came to her senses, and looked at him with a submissive smile, without saying a word.

Darryl laid her flat on the sleeping mat, stretched his hands and reclined beside her, and held her hand: "Moore said, at least there is a rose in the name of the flower, besides, you will be one sooner or later anyway. Mother of my child."

Tasia chuckled, and raised her hand to touch the newly grown stubble on his chin: "Have you picked it for a long time?"

"...Well." Darryl didn't want to say it. Although the flowers are common, it took him a lot of time to pick such a large bunch. What's more annoying is that Moore didn't help, just While gloating and laughing at him.

If it weren't for the fact that he never gave anything to Tasia, and she would be very happy to see it, Darryl really didn't want to pick wild flowers all over the mountains like an idiot.

Although there is no red rose that represents love, it is good to have Cherokee roses. Moore has a good saying, "Sincerity is more important than anything else. If it is a flower you pick by yourself, even a dog's tail is romantic. That's what women eat."

Well, he had to admit that Moore just said that to stay out of it, to sit back and watch himself jump up and down for his amusement.

However, he knew it was a trap, so damn he listened to it, and Darryl realized that he was really hopeless.

But now seeing Tasia lying obediently beside him, looking at him with tender and tender eyes, he deeply felt that sometimes it was worth the effort.