The Journey Ahead | Daryl Dixon

The Journey Ahead (12)

// Daryl's POV //

The entire area was bombarded in smoke. Walkers surrounded the people of Terminus, picking them off one by one. Glenn was just about to run in the direction of the train car our group was held up in, but I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him behind a different car.

"Daryl, what the-" he questioned. I put a finger up to my lips, as if telling him to be quiet, then pointed in the direction of a herd of walkers that were passing through.

After they passed us, the four of us ran up to the car our group was in. Rick yanked the door open, Each member filing out. Carl ran to Rick, Maggie ran to Glenn... Where was Y/N?

I ran into the car yelling her name. Maggie came up behind me and clutched the back of my shirt, crying on my shoulder. I spun around and held her by her shoulders, she looked up at me with red, puffy eyes and a saddened expression.

"Mag- where's Y/N??"

"They took her." Michonne said.

"Wh adds Ya mean they took Her? Where?" I asked pushing past the rest of the group to get in Her face. She looked me up and down and saw how angry and distraught I was. She had a look of remorse in her eyes only I could see.

"The men that took you four, one came back and took her from us. Last we saw her she was still unconscious and carried out of the train car."

My blood was boiling, my anger was rising. All I wanted was to strangle the life out of something, but a small part of be broke apart and caused an aching in my heart to occur.

I pushed the shattered feelings aside and replaced them with the killer within. I slung my crossbow over my shoulder and firmly held the pipe I took from the slaughter house in my hand. I started down the street, but Rick stopped me short and just looked at me. If there was one thing I could say about this group, it's that we communicate with looks. We just get each other in that sense.

"Daryl don't, we have to stick together."

"Are you kiddin? That's Y/N out there, I ain't leavin her."

"Daryl-" I stopped him by shrugging off to the side.

"Don't." Was all I said as I started down the road again. Pure hatred fueled the fire that was rising inside me. I was out for blood, and when I get there, it had better not be Y/N's blood that is shed.

// Y-N's POV //

I awoke in a small room only consisting of a chair and a table. My feet were bound to the legs of the chair by zip ties and my hands as well. A bandana tied around my mouth, preventing me from crying out. I winced in pain as a large bruise on the side of my head was forming. Loud shrieks were heard from outside and all was quiet in the room. What the hell was going on?

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts by the sound of the door creaking open. In walked Gareth with the same duffel bag Rick had planted outside. My nerves immediately started to get the best of my as he set the bag on the table and went through each item.

"Let's see what we have here, Ak47...Rifles... Pistols... Oh? And what's this?" He said pulling the machete out and turning over and over inspecting everything about it. "Why, is this the machete with a red handle? The one Rick threatened me with? Because, it's funny. He's probably dead by now. No need for this." He said tossing it back in the bag. He turned his gaze from the weapons back up to me.

"So, how many do you really have in your group. There's gotta be more stationed around the perimeter." I glared daggers at him as his a smile tugged on his lips. He let out a slight chuckle, flipping over a pocket knife and walking over to me slowly. My breathing quickened and my mind was playing through all of the possibilities that could go down.