(Author/Red: Oh boy. Daryl as a dad though.
Wait, if Daryl is a dad all the kid or kids are going to know is how to grunt and shrug.
Um...
Correct me if I'm wrong, but...
Is that what is going to happen?
Is that what the kids are going to do?
Actually, never mind my OC is going to teach them about musical, acting, and all sorts of stuff, so...
Musical grunts? Is that even a thing?
Well, who knows...
Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the Chapter.)
Alita's Point of View
A radio crackled on the bridge above where we were hiding from the Saviors on said bridge who were looking for us.
Well, it was no good that I was part wolf, my ears were out so I had to wear one of my old hoodies.
"Patrols, we got an Orange Situation." A voice comes from the radio.
"Dr. Carson and the priest. Might've split overnight, maybe this morning. Jeremy's green sedan is MIA, so could be in that. Go for standard search and cover in our perimeter around Hilltop. Eyeball open." The voice in the radio stated.
"Patrol four copies." A man responds.
"C'mon, let's hurry it up." Another stated.
"Yet it would've been better if we had that wolf girl that Negan had before she and a bunch of others left. He could've of used her." One of them stated, as I looked pissed as the others around me could tell.
The sound of car doors shutting is followed by them driving off, Daryl steps out from where we're waiting.
He looks around before signalling for us to follow after him.
"Best to stay off the roads, head into the woods right there." He orders.
"Come on. Go. Go." He ushers them past. Rosita and I stop next to him.
We let everyone else go ahead then we bring up the rear.
"Do you hear anything Alita?" Rosita asks me, since I had the wolf ears out.
I tried to listen and I heard the car driving still, but it starts to fade.
"Fading. The car is fading for right now." I stated, and she nods.
Pausing in my step I rub my eyes harshly, I'm tired-
We all are, but I just wanted to sit down and sob myself to sleep...
Yet I could wait till everyone was safely at Hilltop.
Sighing heavily I start back walking, Foxy trotting at my side with the rest of the dogs behind him or with Ash and Nate.
I look over hearing snarling, a burnt walker lunges at Tobin and Judith.
"I got it." Tara jumps in and grabs it by it's shoulders.
"I'll cover you." Dwight offers.
Tara wastes no time in flinging the growling walker at him, grabbing my knife I got ready to jump in if needed.
"Tara!" Rosita calls, her gun lowered.
"What? It got away. He can handle it." Tara defends.
Daryl lowers his bow a little as Dwight continues to struggle with the walker.
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