Hot Cocoa Pt.22
Summary: Pre-apocalypse. Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kid’s mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
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Time kept coming and going, and before you knew it, three years had passed since you moved to that small town to work in that small school, with no idea that you were going to meet Daryl there, who, by now, you were pretty sure was the love of your life, and Sam, the nicest kid, that called you aunt now.
Truth be told, sometimes, after all that time, when you thought on him, you felt as if he were your kid, more than a nephew, and you thought the same happened to Daryl.
One morning, though, you were harshly reminded that he was, indeed, not your kid.
You were heading out of the classroom for the break, when the custodian, the same one who was always nice to you, came looking for you.
“Y/N, Sam’s at the infirmary, I knew you’d want to know,” he told you and you felt your heart leaping to your throat.
“I don’t know…I just heard that he was there…”
“Okay…okay…” You were trying not to freak out but not succeeding. “Thank you for telling me,” you said before rushing the tiny infirmary.
When you walked there, though, you didn’t saw Sam, only the school nurse talking to a teacher who seemed to be writing a report.
“At the hospital,” the nurse explained and your fear grew. “I think he might have a broken arm and I don’t have the equipment for that here.”
“I come from leaving him there,” the teacher said.
“You left him alone?!” You panicked and the teacher rolled his eyes at you.
“Of course I didn’t, Daryl’s there, we called for him,” he explained, and it was good that Daryl was there, but that meant that some time had to pass since Sam first got hurt.
“Why nobody told me anything until now!” You snapped.
“We called Daryl, who’s his family and his contact…you are not.” The teacher shrugged, but you had the suspicion he might have done it on purpose, he was one of those who never liked you.
“Oh, screw you,” you couldn’t help but snap again, you couldn’t care. “You all know I’m Sam’s aunt…I’m going to the hospital, send someone to watch over my classroom.”
“You can’t leave like that! It’s not a family emergency…not officially!” The teacher called after you, but you kept walking.