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Daryl in the forest

This is a Daryl Dixon story/fanfiction

Its is for anonymous

Y/n stands for ‘your name’

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Thanks, Becky from Team Rickyl :)

I ran through the infected woods, cautiously watching every step and movement. I hastily look around, my sharp breaths aching my tired chest. The distant painful sound of twigs crunching makes me want to scream, just knowing one of them… things are close. Them monsters have already taken all of my loved ones, I can not let them take me. I won’t give up this fight no matter what.

The crunching noise continued, only making me more distressed and nervous. I have nowhere to hide; not even behind a tree. What? Have you ever seen a horror movie?

"Oh god, oh god, oh my god" I quietly mutter, the cold air filling my lungs. Suddenly, a warm palm is gently placed on my shoulder. I scream, jumping out of my skin making an ear piercing sound.

"Shush! Be quiet, I’m not a walker" the voice says. I slowly turn around to see a beautiful yet scruffy man, dressed in the typical biker get-up. My face turns an unattractive way, because of the fear unexpectedly washed through my body.

"Come on, come with me and you’ll be safe" is raspy voice vibrates through me, as his hand is still on my shoulder. Unable to speak, not only because of how overwhelmed I am to be saved, but because of the amount of beauty this man has, I just nod as he takes my by the hand and starts to run through the forest; my belt buckle and boots jingling. Whilst running, I noticed how he killed them. With my hand in his left, in his right he was clutching onto a large bow and arrow, which must have weighed a tonne.

"I’m y/n by the way" I quietly whisper, once he had slowed down a bit.

"Nice to have saved you, y/n. I’m Daryl. I’m taking you back to where my group is, I can’t leave you out here with the walkers" he exclaims, his palms now sweaty.

"Walkers? Is that what they’re called? I’ve always called the Monsters" I say, more confidence ringing through my voice.

He laughs, “ha, no. My lot call them walkers, It’s more suited don’t you think?” He is right, my name for them is pretty childish.

After running for around another half an hour, we finally reach a large, grey, run down prison. I stop in my tracks, my hand breaking form Daryl’s. I look up at the prison, wide eyes, that place is going to be full of inmates! I’m not going in there!

"Don’t worry, we cleared the place out. It’s just me and a small group of about ten people" his now familiar voice reassured me, as he nodded up towards a large watchtower. The man and woman up there waved and opened the prison gates.

"Well, y/n, you are extremely welcome to become a part of this group. You are now part of the family" Herschel’s country voice warms the room, as I finally feel safe and wanted again.

Thanks so much for reading! It’s my first post, so improvements will be made over time. Please remember to check out mine and Ellen’s blog, which is Team-Rickyl.

Becky, Teamrickyl :)

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