Jinx || Daryl Dixon || The Walking Dead Fanfic

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DARYL

They were almost done clearing out the lower levels when Daryl found Carol's knife sticking out of a walker's neck. He had no idea how it could've got there and when the others went back to the cell block, he stayed behind. Other than Jinx, Carol had been the person closest to him in the group and her death had really affected him. He missed her and he hated these things for taking her from him.

He sat cross legged on the ground in one of the dark hallways, he stabbed her knife into the ground a few times, then brought his arm up sharply jabbing it into the wall behind him in anger. He blamed himself for not having been close enough to save her. He couldn't save her daughter and now he'd failed to save her as well.

He could hear the damn walker they'd passed on the way down, still gently banging on a door a short distance away and with a growl he pushed himself up to standing and kicked the door. He was about to walk away but changed his mind. Pacing back and forth, on a snap decision he pulled the body of the walker that was blocking the door out of the way to take out the one making the noise.

Throwing all his fury behind him, he threw the door open, Carol's knife raised in his hand ready to attack whatever came at him. He froze when he opened the door to find it wasn't a walker after all, but Carol herself sitting on the ground just inside the door. As he stared at her, she slowly turned her head to look at him. He leant down and touched her chin and she looked up at him in relief before slipping unconscious.

He grabbed his crossbow, throwing it over his back as fast as he could before picking the woman up and carrying her carefully back to the cell block so Hershel could make sure she was okay.

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JINX

Jinx pulled herself up from the ground where she'd landed after being shoved into the room. She could tell she was alone in there. The first thing she did was try to break the zip ties binding her hands behind her back, but all she managed to do was make them cut into her wrists more. She moved towards the wall and crouched down beside it, leaning her shoulder on it for stability. Slowly she lifted one foot and stepped it through over her wrists and then the other. As she stood up with her wrists still tied, but now in front of her at least, she pulled the bag off her head and looked around.

The room was a mess, full of old furniture piled up around the walls and a single chair sat in the centre. She immediately started to look around for some kind of weapon or a way to remove the ties, but it quickly became apparent there wasn't anything and eventually she gave up and slumped down on the floor, leaning against a chest of drawers.

She could hear the sound of Merle's and Glenn's voices, but she couldn't make out what was being said. She heard Glenn grunt out in pain and ran to the door, trying desperately to force it open.

She heard Merle grunt in pain, Glenn had obviously got a hit in, but that seemed to only make Merle angrier as the next sound was Glenn grunting in pain again. "I wanna know where you're hidin', where your camp is!" she heard Merle raise his voice. She could hear the unmistakeable sound of punches landing, "I wanna know now!" Merle yelled. "Where" thud. Grunt. "the" thud. Grunt. "hell" thud. Grunt. "are they?" thud. Grunt.

She winced every time she heard Merle land another punch to her friend, but she felt so much loyalty to Glenn in that moment, for not saying a thing and protecting their family. She knew it would eventually be her turn and his strength gave her strength to know she could hold out no matter what was thrown at her.

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DARYL

"Rick!" Daryl called out as he walked into the room between the cell blocks, "Who the hell is this?" He asked looking down in surprise at the black woman covered in blood lying on the floor.