𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝚒𝚒𝚒

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𝚝𝚛𝚒 ; 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 & 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚈
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Daryl paced the hallway, swinging his arm pointing at Rick. When Daryl arrived late last night, he wasn't able to check up on anyone because of the hoard of walkers entering the prison. He was functioning on two hours of sleep from the bumpy car ride, his anger was rising by the minute. Frustration from everything he had just done, even having to do what Hershel had asked of him. Hershel told Daryl to talk to Rick about Carol and Anka. Daryl had just brought up Carol, as Rick revealing that he had sent her away. "Man, ye couldn't have waited till we got back? I could've handled that."

"Hey, hey. She killed two of our own. She couldn't be here." Rick reminded, pointing to the ground they were stepping on. Rick ticked his tongue, letting his head tilt. He heaved out a heavy sight, his words coming off as half assed. "She's gonna be all right. She has a car, supplies, weapons. She's— She's a survivor."

Daryl grew furious at Ricks stumbled words. He lifted his head, pushing his index finger in the mans face. "Stop saying that like ye don't believe it. That's her, but that ain't her." Daryl paused, his voice softening slight as he turned around. He was too angry to face Rick. "What are we supposed to do about those two girls?"

"I told her we'd look after them." Rick mumbled out, scratching at his face with his bandaged hand. The awkwardness was hard to handle. Rick hasn't even told him about Anka. The fact that she was so close to being on her death bed. "I think Anka wouldn't mind either... Lizzie stayed by her side the entire night. I think she's grown an attachment or something—"

"Entire night?" Daryl lifted his head up. His eyebrows furrowed staring at Rick. Too much emotion was rolling through his eyes, Rick couldn't quite read his expression. When Daryl quickly reached for Ricks collar, Rick then could read them all. As if he was a picture book put on display. "What the hell happened? She bit?... she dead?"

Rick shook his head, watching his brothers eyes tremble. Daryl never looked so upset other then when Merle went missing. Even then, this moment right here could beat that time any day. Daryl let go out Ricks collar running down the stairs and into the cell block where they treated the sick.

Anka was still sick, that should be obvious. You don't heal within an hour. She stopped coughing, but her face was still pale and she was still sweaty. Right after Anka woke up from collapsing, she immediately went to try and help the others, but Maggie forced her back down. She had visits from multiple people, including Tyreese who looked so apologetic. Anka had to kick Lizzie out who wouldn't leave her side. After slapping her and saying such cruel words, a spark filled the young girl. She seemed almost determined to prove her wrong, that she was strong enough to not get people killed. Lizzie had bags under her eyes by the time Anka kicked her out. She heaved out a sigh and shut her eyes. Trying desperately to dream of just black, hoping to avoid the demon in her sleep. A sudden force that pulled her up made her jolt. Her eyes springing open while Daryl shook her away, pulling her so she was in a sitting position.