𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

- 𝟗𝟐

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     DURING A considerable amount of searching, rhaegar rounded back on his haunches. what he scented had veered off in the direction they'd come from. up in the sky, the slightest hint of campfire fumes painted the blue a gray color.

     as rosita, daryl, and rosaline approached. rhaegar stopped, his tail raising to indicate they were close. a fire crackled in front of them as they crept around the trees.

     although, the next sight shocked them. glenn and michonne were tied up and gagged, sat down. this was probably another job if the saviors.

     all of them raised their weapons, attempting to make no sound when nearing to their friends. however, their attempts were futile as a hammer clicked beside them.

     dwight. a man with long ginger hair was aiming his gun at daryl. the same man that he should've killed on the road.

     "hi, daryl."

     "rhaegar, no. don't move." rosaline hissed to the snarling dog. she knew that if he went for the gun he'd die, she needed him to stay still.

     another two men joined them.

     bang!

     a gunshot. then everything went red.

     "you'll be alright."

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     rosaline regained consciousness. her head was ringing with pain, the constant slacking of a chain making it worse. voices sounded muffled. when she blinked away the blurriness she could see a man holding on to rhaegar's chink link collar with a rope through the cracks of wooden boards.

     once again, she felt unusually fatigued. a major headache was developing and the young woman felt weak. all she could think was about how much right glenn and michonne had not to want her out here.

     the dog was infuriated, trying to get out of the savior's grasp between barks and snarls. another joined, securing their grip on the rope. holding him down was a two man job, he'd do anything to get near his owner.

     she wondered why they still hadn't killed him or let him go. however, rosa wasn't complaining. the girl needed the dog now more than ever. if it came to it, he could help them escape.

     beside her, daryl was up. so was michonne, glenn and rosita. they were inside of a car, waiting to be taken out. daryl was about to say something but was interrupted by the truck door flying open.

     their time came and dwight collected them, "come on. you got people to meet."

     carelessly, they pulled on them, dragging them out into a clearing. rosaline's eyes met rick's, then carl's and the rest of the group. they were down on their knees.