Currently working on chapter 5 of Dog Eat Dog but i love doing series like this (where i follow the episodes) so i wanted to make another for the pitt as well which is why im doing another poll. Writing like this is so fun 😭 allows me to indulge my weird hobby of injecting myself in the show
I also really like letting yall pick the love interest instead, it feels interactive (totally not cause i’m indecisive or anything..)
This isn’t gonna be made immediately, but i plan on working on it when i dont wanna work on Dog Eat Dog.
Content: Blood, Death, Gore, Horror, Swearing, Suggestive content, Slow burn, Age gap
Note: Sorrryyy this took so long, been busy with getting stuff situated with starting college lmao. But i’m baaack though ~
You stood next to Dale and T-dog. Talking about some book Dale read years ago he thought you’d like, and that it was in the RV if you ever wanted to. That’s when Glenn came over, holding a basket. “Dale, here’s some peaches for ya..”
Dale tightened something on the RV, humming happily as he took one. “Mm, thank you.”
Glenn held the basket out to you next, giving a small nod as you took one. He moved on to T-dog. “‘Sup?” T-dog greeted.
“Nothing —“ Glenn blurted. “Nothing’s up, why?” You raised a brow. You, Dale and T-dog all confused as he took the basket and sped away.
What was going on with him? He seemed stressed. More than usual. You observed him silently. Shane had called him over for something..he seemed antsy even then. His moves fast and jagged. The second most of the camp left to go gun training, Glenn stayed behind to talk to Dale.
You hadn’t gone with the big group, choosing to stay with Dale already. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Dale questioned Glenn.
“You’re old.” Glenn stated, making you laugh under your breath. “You’re..you know things..”
“So..?” Dale continued for him.
“What if somebody told you something that..somebody else should know..?”
“Glenn, stop being dramatic. Spit it out.” Dale ushered him. Glenn stammered for a second, putting his hands on his hips.
“There’s walkers in the barn and Lori’s pregnant.”
Both you and Dale gaped, unsure of what to even say at that. Lori being pregnant wasn’t as big of a shock but walkers in the barn..was definitely something. Dale had gone off after that, to find hershel, he told you.
You stared at the barn from a distance with your arms crossed. You didn’t fully understand what Dale had told you. That Hershel believed they were just sick, that they were still people. ‘How could he think that?’ You had thought. Had he not seen them rip their hands into others stomachs? Pull their skin off their face? The first person you saw die from these freaks had gotten his intestines pulled out.
These monsters, their skin was literally rotting. Falling off. Yet he saw them as just sick and needing a cure..you can not cure that.
Glenn had told everyone about the barn the next day, due to Dale encouraging him. Shane was pissed, as he usually is, the group standing around the barn as he and Rick argued. “Okay, we’ve either gotta go in..make things right or we’ve just gotta go.” Shane paced around.
“We can’t go.” Rick said firmly.
“Why, Rick? Why?” Shane asked, looking to him.
Carol stepped in. “Cause my daughter’s still out there.”
Shane put his hands on his face, clearly exasperated. “Okay..okay i think it’s time we all start to just consider the other possibility.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You huffed at him. What a crazy thing to say to a woman who’s lost her child. Sure, he may be right in some ways, but Jesus, man be a little gentle.
“I’m close to finding this girl, i just found her damn doll a few days ago!” Daryl said.
“You found her doll, Daryl.” Shane rolled his eyes, standing his ground. “That’s what you did. You found a doll.”
Daryl swung his arm and got closer to Shane. “Man, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Rick put his arm between the two quickly. Trying to get a word in through all the yelling.
“Let me tell you something else, man.” Shane started. “If she was alive out there and saw you coming, all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction!”
That set Daryl off, he lunged for him. Rick trying his best to stop him, Glenn coming in to pull him back too. “Just let me talk to Hershel!” Rick pleaded. “Let me figure it out.”
“What are you gonna figure out?!” Shane shouted.
“If we’re gonna stay, if we’re gonna clear this barn, i have to talk him into it. This is his land!”
Dale spoke up, pointing to the barn. “Hershel sees those things in there as people. Sick people.” He told everyone. “His wife, his stepson.”
“You knew?” Rick asked.
“Yesterday, i talked to hershel.”
“And you waited the night?” Shane griped.
“I thought we could survive one more night.” Dale reasoned. “And we did!”
You raised your hand slightly, stepping forward. “I knew too, Shane. So get off his fucking ass. For once.” Shane glared at you before talking again. Well, more like bitching again.
“The man is crazy, rick! If Hershel thinks those things are alive then —!” The noise was too loud. It disturbed the walkers. The barn doors started to push and shake and rotted fingers slipped through the cracks. Everyone decided to walk away after that, that i was best to figure this out away from the building.
Besides what happened with the walkers, today was going peacefully. Or at least it was in your head. You were inside Hershels house, sitting next to Beth. The two of you chatted while you folded laundry, giggling to yourselves. It had been a while since you felt this nice. This girl was so sweet, just like your own sister. You couldn’t help but think again, that maybe she’s safe and alive…or maybe she’d be better off dead. Not dealing with all the rotting corpses walking around and tearing others apart.
Rick and Hershel had been arguing in hushed voices in the other room. You knew it was about staying on the farm. About the walkers in the barn. You only started to pay attention when Jimmy had come in. Saying something about ‘it happening again.’
“What happened again?” You asked quietly to beth, placing a neatly folded shirt on the pile next to you.
She was silent for a moment, peeking over into the rooms the men were in just a second ago before whispering back. “Just more people..”
You nodded, acknowledging what she told you. You assumed she meant for the barn. She didn’t seem too phased by it. Maybe she didn’t even fully grasp it..she wasn’t a baby, by any means. But her father, he seems to shelter her. A little too much.
Beth and you had gone outside after that. Almost everyone else gathered around the porch as well. It felt nice outside. Nice seeing everyone together. That was quickly ruined when Shane came walking. Bag of guns in hand. “What’s all this?” Daryl questioned.
“You with me, man?” Shane asked roughly, stomping over. You caught a glance at Maggie’s face. She looked concerned. And you didn’t blame her. Whatever Shane was up to wasn’t gonna be good. “It’s time to grow up.” He looked to Andrea and gestured to his gun. “You already got yours?”
“Yeah..” She responded. “Where’s Dale?”
“He’s on his way..” You didn’t like the way Shane said that. It was creepy. Ominous even.
Shane handed T-Dog a gun, passing more around. “Thought we couldn’t carry?”
“Yeah, well we can and we have too.” He raised his voice. “Look! It was one thing sitting around here pickin’ daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe.” He announced. “But now we know it ain’t.” He spoke to Glenn, shoving a shot gun towards him. “How ‘bout you, man? You gonna protect yours?”
Glenn glanced to Maggie, just for a second, and then took the gun.
“Can you stop?” Maggie snapped, clearly nervous. “You do this, you hand out these guns, my dad’ll make you leave tonight!”
“We have to stay, Shane.“ Carl pleaded.
You spoke up, walking off the porch steps. “Shane, whatever it is you’re doing, it’s wrong and you know that so just stop—“
Shane interrupted you, shooting you a look that only made you want to punch him. “We ain’t going anywhere, okay?” He tried to reassure the boy. “Now look. Hershel..he’s just gotta understand.” He crouched down to Carl, handing him a small gun.
“Are you actually insane?” You blurted out. Lori stepped in, placing a hand on her son’s chest and backing him up from Shane.
“Rick said no guns, this is not your call.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “This is not your decision to make.”
“Oh shit..” T-Dog exclaimed, staring at something in the distance. You followed his gaze towards the tree line. It was Rick, Hershel and Jimmy.
Shane noticed it quickly, starting off in a sprint. Everyone following. “What the hell are you doing?!” Shane yelled at Rick.
“Shane, just back off!” He shot back.
Hershel furrowed his brows, keeping his grip on the pole tight. “Why do your people have guns?”
“Are you — are you kidding me? You see what they’re holding onto?” Shane circled them as they tried to get a hold on the walkers.
“I see who i’m holding onto!” Hershel argued.
“Nah, man, you don’t!”
Rick sounded exhausted. He looked stressed. And if you were him you would be too. “Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk!”
“What you wanna talk about, Rick?” He shouted. “These things ain’t sick! They’re not people. They’re dead, ain’t gotta feel nothing for em!” He was getting more riled up than before, and it was only making others scared and angry. “‘Cause all they do? They kill! They killed Amy! they killed Otis!”
You scoffed to yourself quietly. From what you gathered, they didn’t kill Otis. It had been him. He did it..yet he’s still lying out of his ass.
Shane finally stopped pacing, hand going to his waist. “Hey, Hershel man, let me ask you something..” Nobody had time to think before he whipped out his gun. “Can a living breathing person..could they walk away from this?” He pulled the trigger, firing three shots into the dead woman’s body. The walker thrashed in hershel’s hold. “That’s three rounds to the chest! Could someone who’s alive, could they just take that?!”
You didn’t know when you had started to tune out the yelling and shooting, or when your own mind decided on having you walk away. But that’s what you did. You couldn’t watch this. Couldn’t take it anymore. So you headed back to your tent.
The screaming, the shouting, the gun fire. It all continued for another ten minutes. But it stopped bothering you. You learned early on in your life, just to tune it out. Your hands worked faster than your brain did. Stuffing things into your worn down backpack.
Finally, after one lone shot fired, everything had gone silent. You didn’t care what was happening out there anymore. You were just glad all the noise had ended.
Deleted all of my Yellowjackets fics. I still love the characters (specifically Javi and Misty) but i did not feel confident in those works at all. I don’t think i’ll be writing for yellowjackets for a while, as right now i’m not quite into the show.
Haven’t forgotten about Dog Eat Dog or The Pitt series i wanna write, I promise !!
Chapter six is half written and i’ll probably be starting the Pitt series this week too. All i’m gonna have to do is sit on my ass and write anyways lmao
dale is just so kind and understanding and the way he talks and the way he’s so gentle and so smart, that’s my grandpa, like the way he’s crouched down to talk to lori when she was getting nauseous from the smell of the meat 😭😭😭 Old man i miss you
Currently working on chapter 5 of Dog Eat Dog but i love doing series like this (where i follow the episodes) so i wanted to make another for the pitt as well which is why im doing another poll. Writing like this is so fun 😭 allows me to indulge my weird hobby of injecting myself in the show
I also really like letting yall pick the love interest instead, it feels interactive (totally not cause i’m indecisive or anything..)
This isn’t gonna be made immediately, but i plan on working on it when i dont wanna work on Dog Eat Dog.
Content: Blood, Death, Gore, Horror, Swearing, Suggestive content, Slow burn, Age gap
Note: if i see one more edit of dale’s speeches im gonna fucking sob. Dale i love you, that’s grandpa
“All right, everyone’s getting new search grids today.” Rick announced, placing the map on the hood of the yellow truck. “If she made it as far as the farmhouse you and Daryl found, she might’ve gone further east than we’ve been so far.” He continued, gesturing to you and daryl who was shrugging his flannel on.
“I’d like to help —“ Jimmy, Beth’s boyfriend who hershel was caring for, interrupted. “ —I know the area pretty well and stuff.”
Rick looked over to him and asked. “Hershel’s okay with this?”
“Yeah, yeah. He said i should ask you.” He lied. You leaned with your arms crossed on the hood of the truck. Giving the kid a look.
“You sure about that?” You questioned. His voice was steady, but his face wasn’t saying the same thing. You wouldn’t call the boy out if he didn’t own up to it though. Which he didn’t, just said he was sure and you dropped it. Shane started to speak.
“Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me.” He admitted. “Anybody could’ve been holed up in that farmhouse.”
Andrea looked to him. “Anybody includes her, right?”
“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high.” Daryl told them, gesturing with his hand to his hip.
“Can’t imagine there are many lost kids around the middle of nowhere, can you?” You spoke up, pushing off the car.
“It’s a good lead.” Andrea reassured the two of you before Rick kept going with the plan.
“Maybe we’ll pick up her trail again.”
Daryl finished buttoning up his shirt, pointing to a spot on the map. “No maybe about it. I’m gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here.” He mapped out. “Get a birds-eye view of this whole grid. If she’s up there, i’ll spot her.”
“Good idea.” T-Dog nodded in agreement. “Maybe you’ll see your chupacabra up there too.” He teased.
“Chupacabra?” Rick tilted his head, confused.
Dale smiled while he took the guns out of the bag. “You never heard this?”
You laughed softly, placing your palms on the car and relaxing your body. “The first night in camp, Daryl told us a little story about the time he went squirrel hunting and instead he found a chupacabra.” Rick gave a small grin, Jimmy scoffing out a short laugh.
“What’re you braying at, Jackass?” Daryl huffed.
“So..you believe in a blood sucking dog?” Rick raised a brow.
“Do you believe dead people walking around?” Daryl retorted. You snickered and rolled your eyes. “The hell you laughing at?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all —“ You cleared your throat, biting back a grin. Eyes drifting to Jimmy’s hand going to pick up a rifle. Rick had caught it too.
“Hey, hey…ever fire one before?” He inquired, picking it up before Jimmy could.
Jimmy didn’t answer the question, though it was clear what the answer would’ve been. “Well..if ‘m going out i want one.”
“Yeah,” Daryl slipped his crossbow over his shoulder. “And people in hell want slurpees.” You smacked Daryl’s back before he could get away, earning the finger back to you.
“Why don’t you come train tomorrow? If you’re serious i’m a certified instructor.” Shane told the teenager.
Andrea sighed. “For now he can come with us.”
“He’s yours to babysit then.” Shane threw out before letting Rick continue dividing the group search.
You didn’t feel like participating in the search today. Not because you didn’t care. You did..you just really weren’t in the mood. So instead you were sat on stool outside, washing clothes and cloths in a bucket of warm-ish water.
Your hands deep in the soapy bucket, swishing clothes around when Beth came over. “Hi there, Miss.” She spoke softly.
You looked up, squinting when the sun behind you reflected in your glasses. You took them off and placed them in your lap. “Hi, kid. What’s up?”
“I saw you washing clothes out here..figured i’d come bring you lemonade.” She held out the glass to you. You took your hands out of the water, drying them on a towel and taking the glass.
“That’s sweet. You didn’t have to but thank you.” You took a sip and placed it next to you. “I imagine that’s not all you’re here for though.”
Beth slowly shook her head, giving a shy smile. “Was wondering if i could do something with your hair?” She asked. “Patricia and Maggie are busy, and you look nice so i figured i’d ask..”
You blinked, not expecting that. You thought maybe she needed a favor, but alright. “Sure. Go ahead, do whatever you want to it.” You really couldn’t deny her. Not cause you were weak against teens or kids, but she reminded you of your little sister. God you hoped she was okay.
By an hour, your hair was nicely redone and covered in flowers, Beth admiring her work before Patricia called her off to help with some housework, you gave her a small wave and finished up with the clothes.
You grabbed your bag from the tent you slept in, fishing a small handheld mirror out of it. Pointing it towards yourself, you looked at the flowers. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. You weren’t usually insecure, hell you had to busy of a life to be insecure. That was until you started showering with boiled lake water. After everything fell..you felt gross and, well, dirty. But right now, you felt amazing.
You were snapped from your own mind as you heard Andrea shout something from atop of Dale’s rv. Running over to see what was wrong, as did the others. ‘Walker’ is what she said, and now she was about to shoot it.
“No, no, Andrea! Put the gun down.” Rick demanded.
“You best let us handle this —“ Shane stomped over, T-Dog following.
Rick tried to stop them, calling out to him. “Shane, hold up! Hershel wants to deal with walkers.” Shane, however, didn’t listen.
“What for, man? We got it covered.” He said. Rick swore under his breath and ran to the rv, grabbing his gun quickly and running to catch up to the others.
You stayed next to Dale, pushing your glasses on your face to see. It was so far aware, even with your glasses you could barely make it out. But that definitely wasn’t a walker..it looked more like Daryl. You tilted your head up, noticing Andrea get on her stomach and position the gun. “Andrea —“ You started. Dale doing the same.
“Andrea, dont!”
“Back off, Dale.” She muttered, lining up the shot as the others got closer. She finally pulled the trigger, the bullet grazing the walker, or person, or whatever it was.
You all heard Rick shout the second the body hit the ground and you watched her face fall. The men lifted him up as you, Andrea and Dale came running.
“Is he okay?” You worried uncharacteristically.
“Unconscious. Andrea just grazed him.” Rick reassured you.
“But look at him.” Glenn stated. “What the hell happened? He’s wearing ears!”
“Let’s keep that to ourselves.” Rick murmured, ripping the necklace of ears off Daryls neck and stuffing them in his pocket.
T-Dog stopped walking, picking up whatever was dropped and holding it up. It was a doll, a very familiar doll. “Guys…isn’t this Sophia’s?”
“Found it washed up on the creek bed right there.” Daryl told Rick, gesturing to a spot on the map. He was laid on his side, shirt off and hand pressing a rag to the bullet graze on his head as Hershel patched up his side. You sat near his legs. “She must have dropped it crossing there somewhere.”
“Cuts the grid almost in half.” Rick replied, looking to shane who was in the corner.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Daryl grunted.
You turned to Hershel, watching his hands work on Daryl’s injury. “How’s the wound?”
“I had no idea we’d be going through antibiotics so quickly..” He said back. Which wasn’t really an answer. So you peeked at the fixed up spot yourself. “Any idea what happened to my horse?”
“Yeah the one that almost killed me?” Daryl kicked your hip slightly when he noticed you looking too hard at his side. “If it’s smart, it left the country.”
Hershel sighed while he washed up his hands. “We call that one Nelly. As in nervous Nelly.” He dried his hands. “I could’ve told you she’d throw you, if you bothered to ask.” He stepped up to Rick while you moved Daryl’s hand away from his head to see the graze before he silently smacked your arm away. “It’s a wonder you people have survived this long.” Hershel said to him.
Later that night, everyone was in Hershels dining room for dinner. Except for you and Daryl. You’d decided you wanted to bother him instead, besides you weren’t even hungry. “At least it didn’t graze near your hair. You’d look awful bald.”
Daryl snorted, side eyeing you. “What’s it to you?”
“It’s not anything to me. I just..would prefer if you kept your hair.” You shrugged. “T-dog’s the only bald person we need in the group. He makes it look good.”
“You into him or something?”
“Into T-dog? God no.” You laughed quietly. “I mean i think he’s nice but no. Not into him like that.”
You were both quiet for a moment, until Daryl spoke again. “Why do you got flowers in your hair?”
You lifted your hand to your own head, pulling a flower out. “Oh.” You ran your thumb over the petals, most of which have fallen off. “Beth got bored and wanted to do my hair. Pretty, yeah?”
He grunted in response, the two of you looked over when the door opened. Carol coming in with a glass of something red and a plate. “How’re you feeling..?”
“As good as i look.” Daryl answered.
“He’s being bitchy.” You butted in and Carol nodded.
“Brought you some dinner. You must be starving.” She put the tray down on the side table. “And i know you said you weren’t hungry.” She faced you. “But i went ahead and put a plate aside for you, just in case.”
You gave her a thumbs up, rubbing your legs for a second and standing up. “Thanks, Carol..i will uh..go eat that outside. Night Daryl, i’ll leave you too alone now.” You patted his leg and then Carols shoulder and headed outside.
The chair on the porch rocked slowly, your plate forgotten and half eaten next to you. You had no clue what was happening to you. You didn’t feel sick or anything and you weren’t stupid. It was clearly attraction. But now of all times and to a redneck of all people?
You really hadn’t wanted to care about these people. You’d been with them for months, yeah. And they were nice to you, kept you safe, fed you, but at the start you would’ve left in a heart beat if you needed. Now…now you’d actually have to stop and think about it. You blamed Daryl for that, even if it was your own fault.
Currently working on chapter 5 of Dog Eat Dog but i love doing series like this (where i follow the episodes) so i wanted to make another for the pitt as well which is why im doing another poll. Writing like this is so fun 😭 allows me to indulge my weird hobby of injecting myself in the show
I also really like letting yall pick the love interest instead, it feels interactive (totally not cause i’m indecisive or anything..)
This isn’t gonna be made immediately, but i plan on working on it when i dont wanna work on Dog Eat Dog.
Content: Blood, Death, Gore, Horror, Swearing, Suggestive content, Slow burn, Age gap
You sat in dale’s RV, twirling your knife on the small table in front of you. The bumpy road shaking your body slightly. Listening to Andrea and Shane talk. Brows furrowing as the trailer came to a stop. “What’s going on?” You asked Dale. Quickly figuring it out for yourself.
“Maybe we should just go back? There’s an interstate bypass —“ Glenn suggested.
“We can’t spare the fuel.” Dale interrupted as he maneuvered the tv around the parked traffic. The road was a mess, cars stopped, tipped over, luggage and trash everywhere.
“Can we get through here..?” Glenn asked, only to be met with his answer. The rv’s engine sputtered, steam coming from the front as it came to a stop and everyone in it filed out.
People started to look around, searching for anything the group could use. You did the same, chewing on your bottom lip as you peaked into a car. You couldn’t tell if these were walkers or if these people were all..dead dead. You reached into the back seat, grabbing what looked like a child’s bag…but no child in sight.
You didn’t wanna think about what happened to them. So you dropped the bag, not caring what could be in it as you listened to the laughs of Shane and Glenn as they doused themselves in water from a truck that was hauling it.
You noticed Dale looking at something from the top of the trailer, turning your gaze that same way. Eyes widening. Walkers..a whole fucking ton of them. Your body tensing as you opened a car door and slid in, Shutting it tightly. You sank on to the floor board of the back seat, hoping nothing would see you as you covered your mouth.
The groaning was uncomfortably loud, your heart beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut, holding your breath as you felt the car shake. A walker bumped it..but it didn’t seem to stop, thank god. It was quiet finally, and you waited a moment..deciding it was to get out once you heard the others.
You didn’t know what was happening, but judging by Carols face and the way Rick ran off..Sophia probably got scared and ran.
That’s exactly what happened. Now a few of them were out in the woods, looking for the little girl. You felt awful for Carol..that’s her daughter and now she’s missing. You weren’t any use out there in the woods though, so you stayed on the highway and looked through cars.
It was sunset by the time Rick and the others came back, no little girl in tow. Carol shook, clearly on the verge of tears. “You didn’t find her?”
“Her trail went cold..we’ll pick it up again at first light.” Rick said as softly as he could.
“Y-you can’t leave my daughter out there on her own.” Carol cried. “To spend the night alone in the woods —“
“Out in the dark’s no good. We’d just be tripping over ourselves.” Daryl reasoned
“But she’s twelve, she can’t be out there on her own!”
Rick held up his hand, trying to calm her. “I know this is hard, but i’m asking you not to panic.” He said gently. “We know she was out there.”
Daryl cut in. “And we tracked her for a while.”
“We have to make this an organized effort, daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I’ve asked him to over see this.”
Carol noticed the blood on Daryl, asking about it and Rick mentioning a walker which only served to panic Carol more. ‘This poor woman..’ you thought. This had to be a nightmare, you couldn’t imagine the fear she was feeling.
The next day, everybody went out to search. Well, almost everybody..T-dog was too injured and Dale had to fix the rv. You followed behind Daryl like everybody else, gazing around the trees and brush. It was quiet, beautiful. But must’ve been terrifying for a little girl lost in the dark.
The group came along a tent, Daryl aiming his crossbow steadily as you all made your way to it. Rick had Carol call out gently for her child, waiting to see if anyone would come out. Nobody did, and when Daryl opened the tent..all that was there was the rotting body and nauseating smell of a corpse who’d ’opted out’ as Daryl said.
In the distance, church bells rang noisily, the group heading in that direction now. The church y’all made it to had no bells, no nothing. Yet Rick ran towards it anyways. Searching around till he found the door. Inside were walkers. It was eerie. The way they had just been sat there silently staring at the statue of Christ.
The bell had been on a timer and connected to speakers. That had been what was heard. You stood inside the church, looking at the now dead walkers as Carol murmured to the statue. You felt awkward listening to it, you felt awkward standing next to Daryl as well..but you didn’t move an inch.
Rick, Shane and Carl went off on their own way to keep looking while everyone else headed back to the high way. You walked next to Daryl, the group silent and the only noise being the crunching of leaves and grass under feet. Y’all kept moving, kept going until a gunshot was heard.
It didn’t deter anyone, but it worried Lori. Everyone was on edge, Daryl had said to keep going and ignore it for now. To just get to the highway. Halfway there. That was a woman came riding in on a horse, smacking a walker that attacked Andrea with a bat and asking for Lori. Saying Rick sent her and that Carl had been shot. She gave the group the address of the farm and left.
The rest of y’all went to the farm the next morning, they were getting ready for a funeral. Carl was okay, awake and alert. He needed rest but he was okay. Shane was speaking for a man named Otis. His funeral. He was the one who accidentally shot Carl.
You stared at Shane as he spoke. His voice sincere, truthful, or at least to you it was. His face however, told a different story. You weren’t good with tone or words..but you could tell by his face what he was saying wasn’t true. Or at least not all of it. You wouldn’t say anything though, didn’t feel like starting something you weren’t sure you could finish.
Maggie, the girl who had rode in on a horse yesterday, laid a map out on the hood of the truck. “This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organized.” Rick spoke gratefully. “We’ll grid the whole area, start searching in teams.”
“Not you, not today. You wouldn’t be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” Hershel reminding Rick, and then turned to Shane. “And your ankle—push it now, you’ll be laid up a month.”
“Guess it’s just me.” Daryl said, pointing at a spot on the map before you sighed reluctantly.
“..And me.” You hummed, raising a hand from your crossed arms.
Daryl gave you a look, one that said ‘seriously?’ “Didn’t know you knew how to help.”
“Screw off, Daryl. I can be nice when i wanna be.” You huffed at him.
“We’re gonna head back to the creek then, work our way from there.” You nodded, walking away once the plan was set.
“You two okay on y’all own?” Rick asked just as you and Daryl were about to leave.
“I’d be better alone.” He retorted, clearly making a jab at you. “We’ll be back before dark.”
“We’ll be fine, Rick. Be safe..” You spoke softly, giving a small wave before catching up with Daryl.
You were Daryl wandered for a bit before coming upon an old, rickety house. The man holding his cross bow up as you both entered it quietly. Searching each room carefully. He picked up a small, open can of what looked to be sardines. The liquid spilling out and making you cringe. That’s when he spotted an open door, slowly making his way to it.
You grabbed the handle gently, pulling it open. There was a blanket and pillow on the floor of it. You looked to Daryl, speaking in a hushed voice. “Think it was Sophia?”
“Could be yeah..” He grumbled, walking out of the house and leaving you to catch up. He called out for the little girl a few times. Only stopping when he saw a bloomed flower.
“Didn’t know you were into pretty flowers.” You snorted, putting a hand on your hip.
He side eyed you as he crouched down, plucking it from the grass. “So what if i am? What’s it matter to you?”
“Not judging! Not judging..just saying you didn’t look like the type.” You teased him.
“It ain’t for me..gonna give it to Carol.” He explained. “It’s a cherokee rose.”
“Oh…well..that’s sweet.”
He shot you another dirty look, like he thought you were fucking with him.
“I’m being genuine—I..i really do think that’s sweet.” You smiled softly. After that, it was starting to get late. You had both been searching for a few hours and decided it was time to head back. You saw on a chair near the tents, watching as Daryl went to find Carol. You really do hope y’all find this child.
this is gonna give ‘plate of corn’ but making this Daryl Dixon series and watching the episodes while i write so i can get the dialogue right is making me notice little details in the show and i love it so much 😭
Content: Blood, Death, Gore, Horror, Swearing, Suggestive content, Slow burn, Age gap
Note: wanted to get the third out since it’s the last of the first season, sorry for mistakes i didn’t notice it was 3 am when i was writing this, oopsie
When you made it back to the camp late at night, it was a mess. Chaotic. It was being attacked. Y’all lost people. Ed, Amy, even Jim who’s been bit. The poor man. And you all had to clean up the pieces.
And it was hard. For others that is. You helped drag walkers to the burn pile, sure. But other than that you..you really didn’t care much. Not because you were heartless. You weren’t, honestly! But you didn’t hold much love for these people. You didn’t know them, no family, no lover, no friends here. So you were just…neutral.
There wasn’t many of you left right now. Jim was left on the side of the road like he asked for, and Morales had taken his family and headed their own way. Rick had suggested going to the C.D.C, so that’s where y’all had gone.
You weren’t sure of it. Being here in this metal dome. Or rather under it. It seemed safe, but you didn’t trust it. Didn’t trust the doctor. At least he fed you dinner. You stared at the bandaged spot on your arm, he had taken everyone’s blood, as you stood in the bathroom. It was quiet. Calm for now. You turned your gaze upwards, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Clean. Actually clean. not just washed up with boiled lake water. Your hair was brushed, your teeth were brushed. You smelled like vanilla..not the scent you’d choose but it would have to do. Putting on the clothes you were found, you sat down on the soft cushions of a couch.
“The hell are you doing in here?” A raspy voice grated your ears, making you groan.
“Um, resting,” You scoffed. “What the fuck else would i be doing?”
“I meant why the hell are you sleeping where i’m sleeping.” Daryl corrected, wandering around the room. Looking at the books you were certain he couldn’t even read.
You furrowed your brows, turning your head to him. “I’m just sleeping wherever Jenner told me too. Trust me i didn’t pick it cause you were here.”
“Whatever..just as long as you don’t snore.”
“I don’t.” You rolled your eyes, getting onto the cot Jenner had set up for you.
You thought you’d have slept better, being in a safe building and all. But if anything you slept worse. Tossing and turning all night, your mind wandering. All you could think about was what happened to your family and friends.
This was why you didn’t drink, you reminded yourself. Sitting around a table, everyone groaning and groggy and hungover. You watched Glenn complain, head in his hands. Even Rick was struggling.
“Doctor, i don’t mean to slam you with questions first thing —“ Dale spoke up.
Jenner interrupted. “But you will anyways.”
“We didn’t come here for the eggs.” Andrea said firmly.
Now y’all were gathered around the big, wide screen on the metal walls. Watching a video of some person, subject, who had been bit, turned and shot all in one while Jenner explained it all. You didn’t truly grasp it. You don’t think you ever would, but it was nice to know nonetheless.
“I hate to ask one more question, but..” Dale sighed, pointing to the large clock. “That clock. It’s counting down. What happens at zero?”
Jenner froze. You could see it on his face. The lying. “The..base generators, they run out of fuel.”
“And then?” You scoffed, raising a brow.
Jenner didn’t respond before Rick asked the computer to get the answer. She, it, said ‘facility-wide decontamination will occur.’ You didn’t need to ask to know what that meant. You weren’t sure if the others realized as rick and some of the guys went to check the generators, but you knew. This whole place was gonna go up in flames soon. And you all will too if yall don’t leave.
The clock was almost done now. The air, power and water slowly shutting itself off. “Jenner, what’s happening?” Rick questioned harshly.
“The system is dropping all the non-essential uses of power.” He explained. “It’s designed to keep the computers running to the last possible second.”
You tensed, shoe tapping against the cold floor. ‘You needed to leave. You all needed to leave’ you thought as Jenner told the group about the french. Alarms started to blare, the doors locking down.
“Did you just lock us in?” Glenn shouted. “He just locked us in!”
Jenner started to record something on his computer, Daryl going for him. “You son of a bitch, you locked us in here!”
It took both Shane and T-Dog to stop the redneck from beating him, Rick begging Jenner to open the doors. To just let them out. “Jenner, open that door now.”
“There’s no point. Everything topside is locked down.”
“Well open the damn things!” Dale pleaded.
Jenner shook his head. “That’s not something i control, the computers do..i told you. Once that front door closed it wouldn’t open again.” He stayed firm in his chair. “It’s better this way.”
“What is? What happens in twenty-eight minutes?” Rick snapped. “What happens in twenty-eight minutes?!”
“Do you know what this place is?!” Jenner shouted back. “We protected the public from very. Nasty. Stuff!” He screamed. “Weaponized smallpox! Ebola strains that could wipe out half the country!” He sat back down, calming slightly. “In the event of a catastrophic power failure — in a terrorist attack for an example,” he started. “H.I.T.s are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out.”
Rick stepped closer, head tilting. “H.I.T.s?”
“He means we’re gonna blow up.” You said curtly. Chest feeling tighter. Maybe you should’ve been more gentle with your words, but you couldn’t care less right now.
Jenner spoke up, almost in a dreamy manner. “It sets the air on fire..no pain..an end to sorrow, grief..regret.”
The men were doing everything they could to open the door. Bottles, Axes, Chairs..not that it mattered. It’s a metal fucking door. Jenner was trying to get everyone to understand that this was better, more peaceful..but this wasn’t his choice.
“Those doors are designed to withstand a rock launcher.” Jenner said once Shane came over, sweaty from struggling with the door.
“Well your head ain’t!” Daryl came out of nowhere, swinging an axe towards Jenner. You, Rick and Dale jumped into action. Trying to hold him back.
“Jesus, daryl, stop—“ You hissed at him while Rick argued with Jenner. Your hand was placed on the middle of his chest, nose scrunching when you noticed the touch. The two of you moving away from each other quickly.
“This isn’t right. You can’t just keep us here.” Carol sobbed, holding Sophia tightly.
“One tiny moment..A-a millisecond, no pain..” Jenner replied.
You let out a scoff, looking at him with disgust. “That’s not your fucking choice, Jenner. It’s ours, theirs.” You looked over your shoulder at the sound of a gun cocking, Shane holding a shot gun and stomping over. Rick unable to stop him from pointing it at Jenner. Shane screamed, shooting the computers before Rick yanked the gun away and gave it to T-Dog.
The quiet was heavy, Rick speaking up. “I think you’re lying..about no hope.”
“What?” Jenner looked at him confused.
“If there were true you would’ve bolted with the rest. Taken the easy way out.” He said. “You chose the hard path. Why?”
Jenner leaned back in his chair, looking at the ground. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter, it always matters. You stayed when others ran. Why?”
“Not because i wanted to..i made a promise.” Jenner stated and pointed to the dark screen. “To her. My wife.”
The test subject that you all watched turn and die..that’s who that was. His wife. A scientist he explained, who begged him to keep going. “She could’ve done something about this..not me.” Jenner muttered.
“Your wife didn’t have a choice, you do —“ Rick begged. “—that’s all we want. A choice, a chance.”
“Let us keep trying as long as we can..” Lori said quietly.
Jenner sighed defeatedly, going to the computers. “I told you topsides locked down..i can’t open those.” He pressed a few buttons and the doors opened, everyone filing out to the top. Everyone except for Jacqui and Andrea.
The doors up top were locked, windows all too tough to break with axes or bullets. But Carol, thank god, had a grenade from Rick’s stuff. It broke the glass easily, allowing everyone to file out. Somehow Dale managed to get Andrea to come with him..everyone here except for Jacqui..another one lost as the C.D.C exploded.
Content: Blood, Death, Gore, Horror, Swearing, Suggestive content, Slow burn, Age gap
Note: This is long as hell.
“Best not to dwell on it,” Morales spoke kindly to Rick. “Merle got left behind.” He studied Rick’s expression for a moment before continuing. “Nobody’s gonna be sad he didn’t come back..”
That made you give an amused scoff, stretching your legs out in the back. “Nobody but Daryl you mean?” Rick threw a glance back towards you, and then Morales.
“Daryl?” He asked.
“His brother.” Morales told him
“He’s gonna be pissed, which is why i’m not telling him so don’t even ask.” You spoke up quickly. Others in the group had made it a habit to get you to break bad news to people. You had no clue why, you weren’t good at it. It was awkward and sad. But you supposed it was cause you could take the yelling when they got upset.
The siren of a car came quickly, glenn hollering happily as he sped past the truck. “At least somebody’s having a good day.” Morales laughed softly.
Getting back to camp was the happiest you felt in weeks. Watching Amy get so excited to see her sister again, and even Rick who apparently had his wife and son here. ‘Yikes’ was what you thought after realizing. You thought Shane and Lori were a thing this whole time.
Now you’re sitting around a small fire, listening to rick speak. “Disoriented.” he muttered. “I guess that comes closest. Disoriented.” He explained. What he felt, what he thought when he first woke up to a world in ruin.
You watched lori’s face. Studying it quietly. You could see the look..the guilt, the shame, and probably anger if you’re reading it right. Anger at Shane you assume. After Ed started some bullshit and Shane fixed it, you decided then, that you were tired. Too tired to deal with your racing mind. So you left, told everyone you were tired and headed to your tent to sleep.
“Morning, Cowboy.” You looked up from where you sat on a log. Rick coming over. “Did you enjoy your beauty sleep?” You grinned, squinting slightly from the sun.
Rick laughed under his breath, nodding. “Yeah, yeah i slept good.”
“That’s a shock. First time i slept in a tent i..well i didn’t sleep.” You snorted, suddenly remembering something. “Oh,” You reached into your bag, rummaging through it before pulling out a box of markers. “Forgot i was gonna do this myself, but since you’re here, give these to Carl and Sophia for me?”
He took the box from your hand. “Will do.” He walked off after that, leaving you to your own devices. You saw him start a conversation with Lori, unable to help yourself as you watched. Her expression went from happy to a little annoyed in seconds. Only to change to panic at the sound of the children screaming.
Almost everyone went running, hell even you did. The kids running out of a clearing and to their parents while you followed Rick and the others. It was a walker that freaked them. The rotting corpse pulling flesh and meat from a poor little deer. You cringed as they all went at it with the weapons. Dale finally getting its head off with an axe. “That’s the first one we’ve had up here.”
You furrowed your brows, hearing a rustling in the bushes. Everyone on edge and ready for another dead asshole. Only got it to be an alive asshole. “Damn..not a walker. Just a hick.” You hummed, body relaxing.
Daryl shot you a dirty look, and then noticed the deer. “Son of a bitch.” He gaped. “That’s my deer!” He walked over, cross bow hanging from his hand. “Look at it..all gnawed on by this flithy,” He kicked the corpse’s body once. “disease bearing,” and then again, “motherless, poxy bastard!” He kicked it once more harshly.
“Calm down, son. That’s not helping.” Dale sighed.
“What do you know about it, old man?” Daryl bit back, getting in the older mans face. “Why don’t you take that stupid hat and go back to ‘on golden pond’?”
“Do you have to be such a dick, Daryl?” You asked in a snippy voice, eyeing him.
“Do you have to open your fucking mouth?” He said to you, ripping his arrows out of the deers carcass. “Been tracking this deer for miles, gonna drag it back to camp.” He wiped the arrows on his pants, pointing at the deers ripped open wounds. “Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?” He asked Shane.
You butted in, grimacing. “What, are you trying to get us all sick? That’s disgusting.”
“Ain’t nobody asked for your input, now did they?”
Shane quickly stepped in, gun resting on his shoulder. “I would not risk that..”
Daryl sighed, looking down at the poor animal. “That’s a damn shame.”
You rolled your eyes and headed back towards the RV, everyone doing the same a minute later. You heard daryl call out for Merle, and you knew an argument was about to start.
And of course you were right. They told him about Merle being left on the roof, left in the city alone. You knew he’d be pissed, hell you’d be mad about it too. You just didn’t think you’d get involved in the damn thing too.
On the rooftop, Daryl’s cross bow pointed at T-Dog and Rick’s gun pointed at Daryl. You ran your hands through your hair, looking at Merle Dixon’s severed hand. Was he fucking crazy? Who the hell would cut their hand off like that! “I won’t hesitate.” Rick said firmly, arm steady. Daryl lowered his weapon, calming his breath and taking a cloth from T-dog.
“I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuff..” He mumbled, picking up the hand with his fingers. Wrapping it in the blue cloth. “Ain’t that a bitch.”
You almost laughed at Glenn’s disgusted face as Daryl put the hand in his backpack, ultimately holding it in so you wouldn’t get an arrow through the head. Making your way inside, y’all found a small trail of walkers and blood leading to a lit stove and a bloody belt. It took you a second to register what happened, but the second you did, you gagged. Covering your mouth at the thought of a severed wrist being cauterized like that.
“Told you he was tough.” Daryl looked around, heading towards a window.
“Don’t take that on faith..he’s lost a lot of blood.” Rick reminded.
Daryl argued back, looking out the broken glass. “Didn’t stop him from busting out of this death trap.
“He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?” Glenn gaped.
You held your knife tightly, looking around. “It’s merle, Glenn.” You answered. “He’s an idiot remember?”
“Callin’ my brother an idiot like you aren’t the assholes who left him on the damn roof.” Daryl huffed, getting in your space. “He’s doing what he’s gotta do. Survivin’”
“You call that surviving?” T-Dog spoke. “What are his odds out there?”
“No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks!” Glenn and you gave each other worried looks, your arms crossing as daryl turned to rick. “You couldn’t kill him…ain’t so worried about some dumb dead bastard.”
“What about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different story?” Rick questioned.
“Why don’t you take a tally, do what you want?” He turned away. “I’m gonna go get him.” About to head out before rick pushed him back firmly.
“Daryl, Wait!”
“Get your hands off me!” He barked. “You can’t stop me!”
“Just calm down, Dixon.” You said calmly. “We aren’t trying to stop you from looking, we get it. He’s your brother.” You reasoned as well as you could, but it wasn’t really your strong suit. “We just need to keep a level head.”
He was quiet for a moment, gaze pointed at you. “..i could do that.”
T-Dog shook his head, clearly worried. “Only if we get those guns first.” He looked to Rick. “I’m not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?”
“You aren’t doing this alone.” Rick said to Glenn who was currently looking at a map of the city. He wanted to go out to the street by himself to get the guns.
“Even i think it’s a bad idea and i don’t even like you much.” Daryl admitted, making you stifle a laugh.
Glenn looked up with a scoff. “It’s a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out.” He tried to assure. “If we go out there in a group, we’re slow. If i’m alone, i can move fast.” He moved random office materials onto his drawn map. “Look. That’s the tank. That’s the bag of guns.” He planned it out. “Here’s the alley where i dragged you into when we first met..that’s where Daryl and I will go.”
Daryl raised a brow and looked at Glenn. “Why me?”
“Your crossbow is quieter than his gun.” He said curtly. “While daryl waits here in the alley, i run up the street and get the bag.”
“And what about us three, hm?” You asked.
“You three will be in this alley here.” Glenn showed.
“Two blocks away, why?”
“I may not be able to come back the same way,” He explained. “Walkers might cut me off, if that happens i won’t go back to daryl.” You listened to the plan, groaning internally. “Afterwards we’ll all be back here.”
“Hey, kid, what’d you do before all this?” Daryl asked.
Glenn tilted his head slightly. “Delivered pizzas. Why?”
You were in the alley not long after, leaning against a brick wall as you, T-Dog and Rick waited. Only to hear yelling from the alley where Glenn and Daryl were. You all went running, Rick stopping Daryl from strangling some skinny kid. Glenn no where to be found and Daryl shouting threats at the boy while you and T-Dog ushered the dude along, heading back inside quickly.
“Jesus, man, what the hell happened back there?” T-Dog questioned, elbows resting on his legs.
Daryl paced around the room, walking in front of the kid. “I told you! This little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me.”
You shut your eyes, trying to drown out the bickering. Rubbing your forehead and only catching what was being said when you finally opened your eyes back and were hearing the end of the conversation.
“Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.” The boy spat out, causing Daryl to lunge out him. Rick grabbing him harshly to stop it.
“Hey, dumbass, you aren’t helping yourself.” You whispered harshly to the young guy. Watching daryl go to his bag.
“Wanna see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” He lied, grabbing merle’s severed hand and tossing it onto the boy’s lap. He freaked, tossing it off of him and falling back onto the floor. “Gonna start with the feet this time!” Daryl threatened, Rick pulling him back.
“The men you were with took our friend, all we wanna do is talk to them. See if we can work something out.”
And ‘work something out’ you did. Getting glenn didn’t take very much, unlike you thought it would. It seemed like it was a big misunderstanding, though you didn’t pay much attention to everything that was happening anyways. By the afternoon you were walking back to the van behind Glenn and the others. Kicking rocks as you listened to the white noise of them talking. Head shooting up as you heard Glenn speak.
“Oh my god..where the hell’s our van?” Your eyes widened, you couldn’t even form a sentence as you saw it. The empty spot where the Van had been parked. Merle had taken it, the fucking asshole..now it’s gonna take forever to get back.
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