Daryl Dixon x Reader

The Fall

"He had no right!" You scream at Daryl. "She stepped up, did something!" Daryl holds you back as you struggle to get to Rick. "Get off of me!"

"She wasn't sorry, she said it was for us. That's how she saw it."

"I don't give a shit if she was sorry or not! You don't get to make decisions anymore, why can't you just stick to your crops?! Hmm?! You only take off your farmer hat when it suits you!" Angry tears run down your face. "She was my friend. Hell, she was my family. She was your family... and you banished her."

"She has a car, supplies. She's a survivor."

"Stop sayin' that like you don't believe it!" Daryl shouts letting go of you. "You could't have waited 'till we got back?!"

"Until Tyresse got back?"

"Hell, even I could have handled Tyreese!" You shout kicking the metal railing around the second floor balcony. You begin to march down the stair and across the concrete floor.

"Where are y' goin' ?!" Daryl's voice echos as he leans over the railings, his eyes .

"Going to find her!"

You run through the woods with your katana clenched between your fingers. You had to find her. To hell with Tyresse, Carol was stronger than anyone you knew. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain rocket through the back of your head and everything went black.

You groan as you wake up. "What the?!"

"Don't worry (f/n), you're alright." Hershel's's whispers at your side.

"Yeah, for now." Michonne mumbles.

"What?... Where?..." You groan as you see Hershel and Michonne both with their hands tied behind there back.

"The Governor." Michonne whispers.

Your throat constricts and you struggle to breath.

"I plan to take the prison. As peacefully or as violently as necessary."

The voice sends chills down your spine. You look up through a curtain of your hair and are met by the sight of the one eyed madman himself.

Without warning he pushes your hands behind your back and ties them with cable ties.

You sit silently with Hershel as one of the Governor's men drag Michonne away. Next they drag away Hershel and then finally you. The bright sun blurs your vision and the constant pounding of the the back of your head makes you groan. You're pushed to your knees. As your eyes adjust you see the outline of the prison, the outline of your family. Your eyes land on Daryl. His finger gripped the chained fences separating the pair of you; a look of terror on his face. Rick slowly reached the closest fence and you felt your throat constrict.

In the distance Daryl starts to hand out the guns. He watches as Rick and the Governor talk and then you. Your eyes remain locked on him like a vice.

You shake your head and look down at the ground.

"We'll fix the damn fences" The Govenor hisses under his breath. He jumps down and grabs Michonne's katana. He then holds it to your neck and smirks.

"NO!" You hear Daryl scream from across the courtyard.

"Not her son," you hear Hershel beg by your side. "there's no need. Threaten me by all means but not her."

"All right." The Governor laughs, moving to stand beside Hershel instead. "Now," He grumbles to Rick. "Is this prison really worth the lives of your family, of Michonne, Hershel, (F/n)?! What kind of leader are you?!"