❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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AFTER THE talk with rick, rosaline and daryl set out to check over their grid. upon their arrival, the young woman ordered her dog to sniff for the undead; the coast seemed to be clear.
daryl radioed in, saying that their part was good to go. they met up with rick and rosita shortly. as they walked in what seemed like an awkward silence, a banging sound caught their attention.
cyanide and maggie were supposed to be nearby. plus, maggie had just radioed in to say that there were walkers near by- it could have been highly likely they were in trouble.
rosaline clapped her hands, causing rhaegar's ears to perk, signaling to her he was waiting and listening for the command, "go and help maggie, rheagar."
he gave a single yap before running off.
by the time they arrived at the disclosed location, the dog had a walker pinned to the floor ripping it to shreds. the clanging stopped, revealing a frightened-looking cyanide.
"everything alright?" daryl asked, his hands lowering his crossbow.
"yeah, thanks." cyanide jerked her chin at rhaegar, "just opened my hand wound back up."
maggie took a shovel, pushing a metal playing off from the top of the roof of the porch, ceasing the banging.
rosita turned around to look at rick, "what happened to grid five? should've been here before us."
he fished out his radio, the static hissing, "grid five, what's your status?"
a deathly silence swallowed them.
could someone else have disappeared, or were they in danger? they could've been caught up by walkers, perhaps? there was only one way to find out.
the group hurried through the woods in search of the lost grid, the german shepherd leading the way. he indicated that he'd scented someone, wading through trees until they saw one of the people from oceanside on the floor - unconscious.
cyanide fell down beside the woman's side, checking her pulse. she was still alive, "bea, wake up."
bea groaned, placing a hand on her forehead, her face scrunching in pain. it looked like someone had hit her over the head. daryl spotted something on the ground, hoisting it up. it was something that looked like a spear, it just had a pointy end.
the marksman could place two and two together. earlier that day, rick had said justin was found with a puncture wound. whatever he was holding was perfectly capable of doing that.
