Titanium {Daryl Dixon}

Daryl Fucking Dixon

{Authors Note}
Before I begin I just want to say that it's like 1:00 in the morning right now, and I am EXHAUSTED. So if there are some grammar slip-ups, just don't judge. Love ya'll 😋

{Rachel's POV}
When the guys had finished eating I was on perimeter watch by the wall of windows. I peered outside of the window just as someone tackled me. Before I could scream someone's hand covered my mouth quickly, I heard someone else muffle a laugh and I immediately knew it was the guys. I quit hyperventilating and licked Zack's hand that was still latched over my mouth. he pulled it back in distaste and looked at me, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. Before I could resist he came down on top of me his lips crashing into mine. I pulled away quickly, and they both laughed at the look on my face.
"To hell with ya'll." I shrugged, getting off the ground and walking over to my bag of stuff and collecting it all. Suddenly I heard someone scoff from the corner of the room. "Get over yourself, Zack." I scoffed, clearly irritated. But then someone grabbed me by the waist, pulling me behind a pile of tables.
"Help!" I yelled, before being successfully quieted by a hand over my mouth. But thankfully they heard me and came running around the corner. When they came into view instead of helping me they stared at the scene in front of them. I started to muffle-yell for them to help but they just stared at the guy behind me.
"Uh.. help?" I asked through the hand of the guy.
"R-Rachel, y-you might want to turn around." Liam mutters, still staring at the guy behind me. I turn my head slowly, my deep, hazel eyes dilating. When I get the man in eyes line I understand why my friends kept staring.
"Daryl Dixon" I muttered, under my breath so that no one could hear me. I adjusted my large, black framed glasses and looked up into his crystal- clear blue eyes.
This was the man from, The Walking Dead. This was the man that every fangirl dreamed of meeting. This was the man that I wrote countless fanfictions about, and this man was holding in his arms.
Hold on just give me a minute......
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After I mentally melted down I was still held in this mans arms. I looked over at the guys who were now sitting beside us still staring at Daryl. I snickered to myself, thinking up a plan to get Zack back.
"GAYYYYYYYY!" I called at him, making his face turn red and look away. This earned an approving chuckle from Daryl and Liam laughed along with us. Zack gave us all the finger before getting up and walking away.
"Love you too, Zack!" I called still laughing. Liam got up, and I followed after prying myself from Daryl's arms. I caught up to Zack and sat down next week to him, "this is fuckin' weird." I said to no-one in particular.
"I agree." He answered, looking over at Liam who was now conversing with Daryl.
"In the TV show he isn't this...... social." I state looking at them, then back at Zack. " Was wondering when you wanted to leave this place. I've got a mode of transport out front, we just have to get Liam. Also I think I might have a clue where or friends are." I say, messing with my hands.
"Hey guys!" Liam calls us over to him and Daryl.
"What do ya'll want?" I ask once we get over to them, placing a hand on my hip and looking at Liam.
"Daryl asked if we wanted to go with him." I exchange a glance with Zack. "And you.. well you being in the Special Forces for a while I wanted to know your opinion." Liam finishes.
"4 eyes was in the Forces, eh?" Daryl questions through a smirk. Liam and Zack glance at each other and turn to Daryl.
"You better run dude." They both state in unison.
"Wh-" before Daryl could finish I had kicked both his knees, causing his legs to buckle. I walked up to him while he kneeled on the ground and put my hands on his shoulders an pushing down. He grunted in pain and looked up at me.
"Don't you fuckin' call me that, EVER." I growled through clenched teeth. I took my fingers off of the pressure points in his shoulders and turned around to grab my stuff.
"Grab you shit guys, were heading out." I call over my shoulder. I grab my bag and walk over to a bathroom, "I'll be right back." I yell over my shoulder as I walk into a stall.
I throw on some new, black skinny jeans, and a faded black DANISNOTONFIRE t-shirt, pulling on my Kevlar vest. I dragged a brush through my knotted brown hair and observed how dirty it was. The thin streaks of blond that usually were found were covered in a layer of black dust, probably from running through the streets of Atlanta with me squad while it was being bombed. I brushed through the auburn coloring on the tips of my hair and sighed.
I exited the bathroom only tone met with a pair of blank, cold eyes. I kicked the hobblers throat and stabbed it in the head with my katana. I ran back to the cafeteria and slammed the doors shut.
I ran through the cafeteria looking for the guys. My friends came into view and I stopped sprinting. Without warning someone grabbed my ass from behind me. I turned around to see an 'innocent as fuck' looking Daryl standing behind me.
"Your ass looks good in those jeans." He says, a little to close for comfort.
"Agreed!" Zack calls, making me flush.
"I second that notion." Liam chimes in.
"Creeps." I mutter, inwardly shivering when remembering my past life.
The time before I was taken in by the Special Forces of France. The time when I lived on the streets of Paris. I remember the man that kidnapped me and raped me then beat me, and whipped me. I remember his cold hands on my chest, I remember the smack of the whip as it was brought down on my skin, scarring the smooth flesh. I remember being locked in a room with only my undergarments on, my clothes throw in a pile in front of me, just out of my reach.
I shake myself out of my trance and hold my face in my hands, my breaths coming out ragged. The world was spinning out of control as I remembered the things that scarred my life more than my family dying before my eyes.
"I'm going, so grab your shit if your coming, not that I fucking care." I mutter walking toward the front doors of the school and pulling them open. I hear everyone follow behind me as I walk out of the building that I used to know.