"We have to come to terms with what we are. We fight the dead, we fear the living, because in the end, we're all just a dead man walking."
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REPUBLISHING!!
「t.walkingdead Daryl Dixon ff
between S3+
WARNING:
Gore, Death...
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𝚟; 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 ༒
Anka bit her lip from his words. A cripple? She's not crippled. She's injured, not crippled as far as she knows, they need her there. How else are they going to navigate though the place? It's not like they're going to search ever building. Anka looked back at him, shuffling her feet slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. She raised her eyebrow a little, glaring at him. "I didn't ask."
"So didn't I. You ain't coming." Daryl walked away, picking up an apple that laid on the table. Anka scoffed watching him. Anka walked towards him, getting ready to argue. She could feel Michonne grip tightly on her wrist, Anka looked back at her. Michonne shook her head, dreads swinging slightly. She ripped her grip off of her wrist, walking towards Daryl.
"I'm coming." Daryl shook his head, taking a big bite of his apple, getting himself comfortable on the prison steps.
"But you ain't."
"Oh~ but I am." Anka laughed out, stopping in front of him. A brave girl that stood strongly in front of a man. The situation was quite the look. She was short, she was more on the scrawnier side, complete opposite of Daryl. Daryl Dixon was tall with a muscular physique. Anyone would be frightened by him, yet these two females weren't in the slightest. It interested him if he was going to be honest, it probably interested everyone. "You don't know your way around the place. Where they're held captive, where to the guards are placed, where to go to be un noticed."
Anka smirked, placing her hips on the ground. Daryl couldn't deny it. It was the truth none of them knew where anything was. Woodbury was a complete mystery to them. The person who knew the best was the female right in front of him. A female whose walking about while being cut, which is still probably bleeding. The one he held in his arms, the feeling still lingering on his naked skin.
"Don't matter. I said yer ain't coming, so you ain't." Daryl stood up, throwing my apple core to the ground, walking away from her. Anka groaned loudly, plopping herself loudly on the metal steps. She stuck her chin out, rolling her eyes. She kept asking him why, which made Daryl upset because he already said no. "I don't needa explain myself, you ain't coming—"
"Screw you. I don't have to listen to you, and you damn know that It's better to have me there then in here. I damn well know that I'm also not staying here." Anka laughed, leaning against the spot that was just occupied by the man named Daryl Dixon. Daryl Dixon clenched his fists by his side. He reached over for the cross bow on the table and pointed his finger at me. Anka smirked, shrugging her shoulders. She wasnt taking no for an answer, especially from him.
"If ye get yourself killed, that's yer own fault. I ain't coming back to save yer ass." Daryl mumbled, stealing a look over his shoulder of a pale girl. Anka couldn't help but smirk. She pushed herself off of the stairs walking back to Michonne and Carl who were still playing with the bird.
