Carry On My Wayward Son

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Lydia smiled, walking ahead, not wanting to let go of her father’s hand. She liked the feeling of her little hand in his; it made her feel safe. “Your hands are really big, Hayden. How’d they get that way?” she asked curious. Dominique giggled a little, grabbing Hayden’s other hand as she walked into the kitchen. Lydia had set a chocolate pie out a counter top, three plates by it. She smiled at the pie. “We haven’t had pie since my birthday; we only eat them on special occasions, you see.” Dominique leaned up and kissed his cheek lovingly, wondering how he felt about the whole situation.

Hayden laughed lightly at her question. “I’m not sure how they got that way.. Just kind of happened when I grew up..” He told her with a small shrug as they made it into the kitchen. He liked being there with the two of them. For once he felt like he was actually where he was suppose to be. “Well, I guess we should enjoy it while we can.” He told Lydia with a smile before glancing over at Dominique. He was still nervous, but found himself getting more and more comfortable.

Lydia looked over at her mother. “Can I cut it? Can I? Please, mama?” she begged, pouting with her lower lip. Dominique sighed. “Fine, but be careful. We don’t want a blood and chocolate pie, dear,” she murmured, watching Lydia giggle softly. “Don’t worry, mama; I will.” However, while she was cutting the pie, she nicked herself on the finger. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered, walking over to the sink and running some water over her finger. “I hate when that happens.”

Hayden looked a bit surprised by Lydia’s reaction and watched her walk over to the sink. “Quite the mouth, she has…” Hayden whispered with a small laugh to Dominique. He thought he shouldn’t be encouraging, but he found it amusing. “Are you alright?” He called over to Lydia with a small amount of worry in his voice. 

Dominique shook her head at Lydia, a small smile on her face. “She’s your daughter… This is proof,” she said, watching Hayden as he walked over to Lydia. She was so happy that Lydia could finally meet Hayden. Hell, she was happy she could see Hayden again. She’d missed him so much. She remembered that on Lydia’s birthday, he’d called. He’d just so happened to call on the day. It’d killed her inside. Lydia gave her father a small smile. “It’s okay, Da… Hayden. I’ve been through worse. Once, a walker bit me… But I have good genes, like my mommy, so I didn’t turn. It hurt like a bitch, though.”

Hayden let out another small laugh at her comment. “Yeah, I guess you do have your mom’s strong genes.” He told her. He almost wanted to tell her it was alright to call him dad, but he felt like that was pushing things. What if in the end she didn’t like him. Hayden let out a small sigh and walked back towards the counter. “Here..” He said and cut a few pieces of pie and put them on the plates, handing one to Lydia and Dominique.

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Lydia smiled, walking ahead, not wanting to let go of her father’s hand. She liked the feeling of her little hand in his; it made her feel safe. “Your hands are really big, Hayden. How’d they get that way?” she asked curious. Dominique giggled a little, grabbing Hayden’s other hand as she walked into the kitchen. Lydia had set a chocolate pie out a counter top, three plates by it. She smiled at the pie. “We haven’t had pie since my birthday; we only eat them on special occasions, you see.” Dominique leaned up and kissed his cheek lovingly, wondering how he felt about the whole situation.

Hayden laughed lightly at her question. “I’m not sure how they got that way.. Just kind of happened when I grew up..” He told her with a small shrug as they made it into the kitchen. He liked being there with the two of them. For once he felt like he was actually where he was suppose to be. “Well, I guess we should enjoy it while we can.” He told Lydia with a smile before glancing over at Dominique. He was still nervous, but found himself getting more and more comfortable.

Lydia looked over at her mother. “Can I cut it? Can I? Please, mama?” she begged, pouting with her lower lip. Dominique sighed. “Fine, but be careful. We don’t want a blood and chocolate pie, dear,” she murmured, watching Lydia giggle softly. “Don’t worry, mama; I will.” However, while she was cutting the pie, she nicked herself on the finger. “Son of a bitch,” she muttered, walking over to the sink and running some water over her finger. “I hate when that happens.”

Hayden looked a bit surprised by Lydia’s reaction and watched her walk over to the sink. “Quite the mouth, she has…” Hayden whispered with a small laugh to Dominique. He thought he shouldn’t be encouraging, but he found it amusing. “Are you alright?” He called over to Lydia with a small amount of worry in his voice. 

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Lydia smiled, walking ahead, not wanting to let go of her father’s hand. She liked the feeling of her little hand in his; it made her feel safe. “Your hands are really big, Hayden. How’d they get that way?” she asked curious. Dominique giggled a little, grabbing Hayden’s other hand as she walked into the kitchen. Lydia had set a chocolate pie out a counter top, three plates by it. She smiled at the pie. “We haven’t had pie since my birthday; we only eat them on special occasions, you see.” Dominique leaned up and kissed his cheek lovingly, wondering how he felt about the whole situation.

Hayden laughed lightly at her question. “I’m not sure how they got that way.. Just kind of happened when I grew up..” He told her with a small shrug as they made it into the kitchen. He liked being there with the two of them. For once he felt like he was actually where he was suppose to be. “Well, I guess we should enjoy it while we can.” He told Lydia with a smile before glancing over at Dominique. He was still nervous, but found himself getting more and more comfortable.

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Hayden huffed and let out a small whine. “But… Freckles…” He pleaded before taking one look at her face and immediately stopped. “Fine. No killing the kid.” He said shortly before dropping his gaze to the ground. He looked over and Lydia and gave a shrug. “Sorry.. I tried.” He frowned. 

Dominique leaned up and kissed him softly, pulling away. “Thank you,” she murmured, before walking over and grabbing Lydia’s pistols. She poked Lydia’s nose with the end of one. “You are far too trigger-happy to have these right now,” she said, smiling softly at her daughter. “How do you like him?” she whispered softly. A huge smile broke out on Lydia’s face. “He’s perfect,” she whispered back. Dominique pulled her daughter into a hug. “No; you’re perfect, Lydia.” Dominique released her daughter and sighed. “Well, I thought we were going to have some pie, Lydia?” 

Hayden returned the brief kiss and watched Dominique walk over to grab the pistols. Just the fact that he was no longer in direct contact with her made him feel awkward and alone. He watched Dominique and Lydia interact with a sad smile. He felt guilty that he hadn’t been with them, that he hadn’t been able to see his daughter grow, that he wasn’t there to support Dominique. He didn’t know how he was going to make it up to her.

Dominique smiled at Hayden, motioning him over. “Pie time, Hayden,” she said, giggling slightly. She remembered his love of all things pie and pie related. Lydia looked over at her father, smiling. She’d always wanted to meet her dad. From what her mother had said, it hurt Dom sometimes to see her, because she was a constant reminded of her father. She walked over to Hayden, and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Daddy- I mean, Hayden. Let’s go eat pie, eh?”

Hayden looked down at her as she took his hand. He took a deep breath growing a little nervous, still afraid of messing things up. Daddy. He didn’t say anything, but he kind of liked the ring of it. In time he hoped that might become normal. “Alright, lets go.” He told her with a small smile.

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Hayden huffed and let out a small whine. “But… Freckles…” He pleaded before taking one look at her face and immediately stopped. “Fine. No killing the kid.” He said shortly before dropping his gaze to the ground. He looked over and Lydia and gave a shrug. “Sorry.. I tried.” He frowned. 

Dominique leaned up and kissed him softly, pulling away. “Thank you,” she murmured, before walking over and grabbing Lydia’s pistols. She poked Lydia’s nose with the end of one. “You are far too trigger-happy to have these right now,” she said, smiling softly at her daughter. “How do you like him?” she whispered softly. A huge smile broke out on Lydia’s face. “He’s perfect,” she whispered back. Dominique pulled her daughter into a hug. “No; you’re perfect, Lydia.” Dominique released her daughter and sighed. “Well, I thought we were going to have some pie, Lydia?” 

Hayden returned the brief kiss and watched Dominique walk over to grab the pistols. Just the fact that he was no longer in direct contact with her made him feel awkward and alone. He watched Dominique and Lydia interact with a sad smile. He felt guilty that he hadn’t been with them, that he hadn’t been able to see his daughter grow, that he wasn’t there to support Dominique. He didn’t know how he was going to make it up to her.

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I’m Not Living; I’m Surviving: @Dominique || Flash forward

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Dominique gave a light laugh, which sounds almost like the…

Hayden wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. All he wanted right now was to be close to her. He felt like if he let go for one second she’d be gone again, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Matching the pressure he returned the kiss before pulling away and smiled. “I’m sure I have an idea..” He murmured before anxiously returning to her lips. 

Dominique kissed him softly this time, sweetly. It was almost as if if she kissed him to hard, he’d fade away or break. And she couldn’t lose him again. After he left the base, the only thing she’d wanted to do was die, but she couldn’t kill herself. She had to save her baby. Lydia had become her only reason for living these past few years. Suddenly, Lydia walked back in, looking annoyed. “Mama, the creepy man’s at the back door… And he wants in again. Can I shoot him?” she asked. Dominique broke the kiss, shaking her head. “No, Lydia; we only use that gun for walkers.” Lydia scowled. “But he’s annoying, mama.”

Hayden broke the kiss immediately when he heard Lydia. He didn’t let go of Dominique, but looked for at the girl. “Creepy man?” He questioned raising his eyebrow. He looked back at Dominique still questioningly. “Who is he? What does he want? ..Want me to take care of him?” He offered. He didn’t like the idea that some guy had been bugging Dominique or Lydia.

Dominique sighed softly. “He’s younger than I am, so no one’s shooting anyone,” she said firmly, mainly looking at Lydia. Lydia sighed, glaring at her mom. “Lyd… Give me the gun. Now,” she commanded, and Lydia pulled a pistol out from her boot and placed it on the ground. Dominique gave the child a look of disbelief. Lydia rolled her eyes, pulling out another pistol from her other boot. “Thank you, Lydia. We do not shoot the man who keeps coming around,” she said softly, before turning to Hayden. “He’s just a teenager; he comes around sometimes, looking for food. Lydia and I are the only ones in this whole place so…”

Hayden still looked confused. “So.. How is annoying? I mean, I get that he’s a mooch, but is he just looking for help?” He questioned. He looked over at Lydia who had pulled out the two pistols with a bit of surprise. He ended up giving a small approving smirk and wink to his daughter before quickly going expressionless so Dominique wouldn’t see.

Lydia giggled a little when Hayden winked at her, smiling softly, before letting it fall. She didn’t want to let her mother know anything was going on. “His name is Mark. He likes flirting with mom… That’s how he’s annoying. Can I please shoot him, mama?” she begged, sticking out her lower lip. Dominique sighed. “He may think he can get into my pants, which he can’t, but that doesn’t mean we have to kill him, Lydia. He’d be a waste of ammo, dear,” she said, looking over at Hayden. “This happens every time,” she murmured.

“I can take him out. I won’t need any ammo.” Hayden suggested with a big smile. He didn’t like hearing about some kid flirting with Dominique though he had no room to judge. He’d been gone for years, but still he found himself irritated that anyone would be flirting with her. He shook it of a bit as he waited for an answer. 

Lydia nodded in excitement. “Yeah! Mom, can he? Please?” she begged, falling to her knees dramatically. “I’ll never ask you for anything ever again, not even pie if we ever run out. Or popcorn. Or more guns. Please, mom?” Dominique rolled her eyes. “Both of you, no. We’re not killing an innocent man, even if he has a Jewfro. No, he lives. We can ignore him, but he lives. Understood?” Lydia nodded. Dom looked up at Hayden. “Both of you?” 

Hayden huffed and let out a small whine. “But… Freckles…” He pleaded before taking one look at her face and immediately stopped. “Fine. No killing the kid.” He said shortly before dropping his gaze to the ground. He looked over and Lydia and gave a shrug. “Sorry.. I tried.” He frowned. 

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I’m Not Living; I’m Surviving: @Dominique || Flash forward

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Dominique gave a light laugh, which sounds almost like the…

Hayden wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. All he wanted right now was to be close to her. He felt like if he let go for one second she’d be gone again, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Matching the pressure he returned the kiss before pulling away and smiled. “I’m sure I have an idea..” He murmured before anxiously returning to her lips. 

Dominique kissed him softly this time, sweetly. It was almost as if if she kissed him to hard, he’d fade away or break. And she couldn’t lose him again. After he left the base, the only thing she’d wanted to do was die, but she couldn’t kill herself. She had to save her baby. Lydia had become her only reason for living these past few years. Suddenly, Lydia walked back in, looking annoyed. “Mama, the creepy man’s at the back door… And he wants in again. Can I shoot him?” she asked. Dominique broke the kiss, shaking her head. “No, Lydia; we only use that gun for walkers.” Lydia scowled. “But he’s annoying, mama.”

Hayden broke the kiss immediately when he heard Lydia. He didn’t let go of Dominique, but looked for at the girl. “Creepy man?” He questioned raising his eyebrow. He looked back at Dominique still questioningly. “Who is he? What does he want? ..Want me to take care of him?” He offered. He didn’t like the idea that some guy had been bugging Dominique or Lydia.

Dominique sighed softly. “He’s younger than I am, so no one’s shooting anyone,” she said firmly, mainly looking at Lydia. Lydia sighed, glaring at her mom. “Lyd… Give me the gun. Now,” she commanded, and Lydia pulled a pistol out from her boot and placed it on the ground. Dominique gave the child a look of disbelief. Lydia rolled her eyes, pulling out another pistol from her other boot. “Thank you, Lydia. We do not shoot the man who keeps coming around,” she said softly, before turning to Hayden. “He’s just a teenager; he comes around sometimes, looking for food. Lydia and I are the only ones in this whole place so…”

Hayden still looked confused. “So.. How is annoying? I mean, I get that he’s a mooch, but is he just looking for help?” He questioned. He looked over at Lydia who had pulled out the two pistols with a bit of surprise. He ended up giving a small approving smirk and wink to his daughter before quickly going expressionless so Dominique wouldn’t see.

Lydia giggled a little when Hayden winked at her, smiling softly, before letting it fall. She didn’t want to let her mother know anything was going on. “His name is Mark. He likes flirting with mom… That’s how he’s annoying. Can I please shoot him, mama?” she begged, sticking out her lower lip. Dominique sighed. “He may think he can get into my pants, which he can’t, but that doesn’t mean we have to kill him, Lydia. He’d be a waste of ammo, dear,” she said, looking over at Hayden. “This happens every time,” she murmured.

“I can take him out. I won’t need any ammo.” Hayden suggested with a big smile. He didn’t like hearing about some kid flirting with Dominique though he had no room to judge. He’d been gone for years, but still he found himself irritated that anyone would be flirting with her. He shook it of a bit as he waited for an answer. 

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I’m Not Living; I’m Surviving: @Dominique || Flash forward

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Dominique gave a light laugh, which sounds almost like the…

Hayden wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. All he wanted right now was to be close to her. He felt like if he let go for one second she’d be gone again, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Matching the pressure he returned the kiss before pulling away and smiled. “I’m sure I have an idea..” He murmured before anxiously returning to her lips. 

Dominique kissed him softly this time, sweetly. It was almost as if if she kissed him to hard, he’d fade away or break. And she couldn’t lose him again. After he left the base, the only thing she’d wanted to do was die, but she couldn’t kill herself. She had to save her baby. Lydia had become her only reason for living these past few years. Suddenly, Lydia walked back in, looking annoyed. “Mama, the creepy man’s at the back door… And he wants in again. Can I shoot him?” she asked. Dominique broke the kiss, shaking her head. “No, Lydia; we only use that gun for walkers.” Lydia scowled. “But he’s annoying, mama.”

Hayden broke the kiss immediately when he heard Lydia. He didn’t let go of Dominique, but looked for at the girl. “Creepy man?” He questioned raising his eyebrow. He looked back at Dominique still questioningly. “Who is he? What does he want? ..Want me to take care of him?” He offered. He didn’t like the idea that some guy had been bugging Dominique or Lydia.

Dominique sighed softly. “He’s younger than I am, so no one’s shooting anyone,” she said firmly, mainly looking at Lydia. Lydia sighed, glaring at her mom. “Lyd… Give me the gun. Now,” she commanded, and Lydia pulled a pistol out from her boot and placed it on the ground. Dominique gave the child a look of disbelief. Lydia rolled her eyes, pulling out another pistol from her other boot. “Thank you, Lydia. We do not shoot the man who keeps coming around,” she said softly, before turning to Hayden. “He’s just a teenager; he comes around sometimes, looking for food. Lydia and I are the only ones in this whole place so…”

Hayden still looked confused. “So.. How is annoying? I mean, I get that he’s a mooch, but is he just looking for help?” He questioned. He looked over at Lydia who had pulled out the two pistols with a bit of surprise. He ended up giving a small approving smirk and wink to his daughter before quickly going expressionless so Dominique wouldn’t see.

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I’m Not Living; I’m Surviving: @Dominique || Flash forward

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Dominique gave a light laugh, which sounds almost like the…

Hayden wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. All he wanted right now was to be close to her. He felt like if he let go for one second she’d be gone again, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Matching the pressure he returned the kiss before pulling away and smiled. “I’m sure I have an idea..” He murmured before anxiously returning to her lips. 

Dominique kissed him softly this time, sweetly. It was almost as if if she kissed him to hard, he’d fade away or break. And she couldn’t lose him again. After he left the base, the only thing she’d wanted to do was die, but she couldn’t kill herself. She had to save her baby. Lydia had become her only reason for living these past few years. Suddenly, Lydia walked back in, looking annoyed. “Mama, the creepy man’s at the back door… And he wants in again. Can I shoot him?” she asked. Dominique broke the kiss, shaking her head. “No, Lydia; we only use that gun for walkers.” Lydia scowled. “But he’s annoying, mama.”

Hayden broke the kiss immediately when he heard Lydia. He didn’t let go of Dominique, but looked for at the girl. “Creepy man?” He questioned raising his eyebrow. He looked back at Dominique still questioningly. “Who is he? What does he want? ..Want me to take care of him?” He offered. He didn’t like the idea that some guy had been bugging Dominique or Lydia.

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