Confide in Fear | DARYL DIXON •1

1. Lost

Last Edit: April 21st, 2020

Running was all I could do at this point. I had no food, and no water. All I had was a bookbag, and my knife that was both bound to break sooner than later.

All alone, but surrounded by all of them... a few of these walking eating people, trying to get to me. I was exhausted, but I couldn't stop now. It was cold, but I was hot. One of the worst things, being sweaty and feeling cold at the exact same time. All I could hear were the dead and my breath. I felt like I couldn't run any faster, but I tried my best to push myself and survive.

As soon as I got out of the woods, I was met with a small hill that went upwards. Walking up, I reached a black road. I throw my bag on the floor and look behind me, feeling okay about the hill and the dead that were probably a few feet away. They'd never make it up here. For now.

I decided to take a seat on the side of the road, and rest for a little bit. My mouth was dry and I had finished my water just hours ago. I had just wished I was safe and with my family again, but everything and everyone are gone. For good.

After resting for what felt like fifteen minutes, which was probably more, I stood up And began walking in silence on the side of the road. It felt like forever and it felt like I was going to pass out anytime soon.

Suddenly, the silence was interrupted as I heard a couple of growls coming from behind me. I freeze in my tracks until I begin to panic once I feel a hand grab my shoulder. Spinning around quite fast, I fall down with the dead on top of me. I felt a snap and crunch in my body at my ankle.

The groaning dead had moved like crazy, trying to take a bite of me, as it laid on top of my body. I tried pushing it off but I wasn't strong enough to get it off me. Pushing back the chest of the dead with my right hand, I reach for my knife with my left and less strong hand and pull it up towards it. After struggling for quite sometime, I had successfully jammed it into the neck, blood splattering all on my face.

"Holy shit." I breath, looking around me. I stand up, limping away from the other dead humans trailing behind me. I needed to get away, but the slower I got, the more I felt like my death was coming.

But before I knew it, I heard a car coming from behind me. In the distance, I saw a green car driving fast, until I had stood up and watched it. It distracted me from the other dead that had been coming my way.

Yet again, I struggled with the dead coming on to me. Falling to the ground, I rolled over and they fell on top. Suddenly, a black arrow shot the thing in the head- the arrow almost going through my head too.

I laid there for a couple of seconds, and tried to catch my breath from almost dying... again.

A hand took underneath my shoulder an abruptly pulled me up and a pair of eyes stared into mine. He raised his cross brow in my face, as the woman with a sword had pointed it towards me.

"Who are you? You alone?" The guy said in a deep voice.

"I'm alone! I'm alone." I responded. The guy came up to me and put his cross bow down and picking up my bag and patted me down. "Please don't.. don't hurt me."

"You're alone?" He asked.

"That's what I just told you! I haven't seen anyone else in so long."

He turns his head to his friend and they glare at each other. I watch the woman's face as she raises her eyebrows to him and then shrugs.

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked.

"What?" I asked with confusion.

"Those things." A girl with a sword behind the man said, while pointing at the dead dead person on the floor.

"How many?" The guys voice asked louder and a bit more meaner.

"Uh I don't know. A lot. Enough for me to survive."

"How many humans?"

"Three." I said, putting my head down.

"Why?" She asked.

"To put them out of misery." I looked back at the guy standing in front of me, he was dirty, his hair almost covering his eyes. "Haven't seen people since I saw my family. I mean, of course I've seen others but, from a distance. People don't want to help someone who's alone. Pretty ironic since I'm alone and you're both questioning me." I explained. "Look, I promise I'm not a threat- I'm just tired. I haven't had water in hours."

"Daryl?" The woman said.

"Alright." He started walking and stopped when he noticed I didn't move. "But you're sitting in the back with her."

"Alright." She says, grabbing onto one of my arms.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, hoping for an answer.

"Can't tell you that, but it's where live. All of us."

"All of us?"

"Yeah, there's more people back at where we are. Name's Michonne. That's Daryl."

"My name is Alexandra... Alex." I smiled at her.

We enter the backseat, and immediately the man turns around throwing a bandanna at me. I stare at him and he just ignores me.

"I'm going to have to put this on you. For our safety. We don't want anyone know how to get there, where exactly it is." Michonne explains.

It was silent as he kept driving. Dark too, since I had the blindfold on my eyes.

Eventually, the car came to a stop, and I heard gates being opened. The car began driving again and everything happened the same way for at least two more times. Then, the car had stopped and shut off, and I was helped out of the car by Michonne. She carefully removed it and still kept her hand on my arm.

I blinked a couple of times, but notice it had gotten dark outside. Daryl and Michonne had led me inside, keeping me close and in between them, as we walked through a courtyard and through some heavy metal doors. It was a prison. That's where they had lived, that's what this all was.

"Rick, c'mon out!" Daryl said. After he said that, a man came out walking, with a peppered beard and a younger boy next to him, wearing a hat.

"Who's this?" The young boy asked.

"Carl, go to Beth and Judith. Daryl, Michonne and I need to talk." The guy, who I guessed is Rick, said.

"Ok, Dad." The young boy, Carl, said while walking away.

"You asked her the questions?" He asked Michonne and Daryl.

"Yeah. She seems lost. She was alone and Daryl saved her life." Michonne said to Rick. I saw an old man with crutches walk in the cellblock along with an older woman.

"What's your name?" Rick, the guy asked me.

"Alex - Alexandra."

"Well, Alexandra. Just know that if we allow you stay here, you'll have to be up to work. Prove yourself to us. After you're all fixed up." He explained, and I nodded up at him. "We'll be keeping an eye on you though. Earn your trust. Hershel here will help you with that. Then I'll have someone take her to a cell and get settled." He said.

"Thank you." I said to all three of them. Rick nodded and Michonne led me to see the old guy named Hershel, who was standing a couple of feet away from me.

I was no longer alone.

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Update: APRIL 21st 2020, I'm editing this story! If you see updates and you've already read this, feel free to reread from the beginning and see some changes! If not, all plots stay the same so you're not missing out!
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