𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘
❝NATURE KNOWS NO KING.❞ in which the hunter meets the princess and learns to maneuver their ways through the world while dealing with the demons of their pasts
THE WALKING DEAD
(daryl dixon x fem!oc)
seasons one...
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Issac came in the morning, along with the rest of the group. He hugged her tightly before pulling away and looking into her eyes. She nodded her eyes a mixture of both grief and relief that confused him. She opened her mouth to explain what had taken place the night before, but his eyes strayed from her and landed on something behind her.
"Find your way okay?"
Shane.
"Didn't know there were homes like this so close," Issac answered, brows furrowed. "What did you do to your hair?" She took a step forward so that she was looking towards the eldest Walsh, taking in his baggy appearance and now buzzed head.
He was silent for a minute, obviously not wanting to talk about it. "Safer this way," he decided on, before walking towards the small group that had gathered to mourn Otis. She grabbed Issac's hand and led him over to them, filling him in on the way on who's who and what had happened.
Otis' funeral was sad. She hadn't known the man for longer than a few hours, and yet she couldn't help the tears that gathered in her eyes as she watched Patricia sob into her handkerchief.
"If it wasn't for Otis," Shane begrudgingly said once he had been elected to say a few words on the dead man's behalf, "I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. If any death ever had meaning, it was his." His voice cracked as he stepped back, allowing for a moment for Madeline to wrap her arms around him before he untangled himself and took a step away from the group.
She could practically feel the grief and some form of guilt radiating off of him. As the group stepped forward to one-by-one place rocks on the marker, she noticed him walk quickly away from the group, headed towards the house. Once he disappeared into the front room, she sighed and set off after him. She didn't get further than a few steps away before Issac grabbed her arm.
"Not so fast, Mads," Issac began. "You and I both know he isn't so fun to be around when he's upset. Give him a day or two to decompress before you go all Mother Goose on his ass." He looked into her eyes and saw a swirl of emotions he couldn't place. He had been a constant companion for her since he showed up on her doorstep when this whole thing started, but before that, they never really got each other. He thinks it started during puberty. Issac was a small-town hero of sorts when it came to soccer, and with that came all the friends and opportunities he could have asked for. It was hard for her to break out of the mold the Walsh brothers had cast, so pretty soon she just gave up and stayed in the shadows.
They were siblings, sure, and they loved each other, but he didn't know her the way he had when they were kids.
"He's hurting." She said simply, almost in a challenging way. Issac sighed, running his hands on his face. He let go of his sister's wrist, knowing that he couldn't win.
