Jinx || Daryl Dixon || The Walking Dead Fanfic

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DARYL

Bob, Daryl and Michonne stood on a small wooden bridge as they waited for Tyreese to finish wringing out his shirt in the creek below. "This is Turner creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream." Michonne observed.

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob agreed.

"Yo, Ty," Daryl called, "Come on, let's go. Vámonos." He told the other man, indicating it was time to move on. They'd already lost a night thanks to the herd they'd encountered the day before and he was impatient to get back on track.

As they walked under the hot Georgia sun, Daryl spotted something glinting at him from the path. He bent down to pick up the green stone and Michonne paused beside him. He licked his finger and rubbed away some of the dried mud to be sure it was what he thought. "Is that Jasper?" Michonne asked him.

"Mm-hmm." He squinted up at her, the bright sun in his eyes.

"It's a good colour," he could hear the smirk in her voice, "brings out your eyes." She grinned as he glanced back up at her.

"When Mrs Richards went into A block, we were leaving. Asked me to keep a lookout." He told her with a small nod, rubbing the stone on his trousers to remove the last of the dirt. "I'm gonna use it for her old man's marker."

"You know all them back there?" Michonne asked incredulously as he stood back up.

He continued focusing on the stone as he spoke, "You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you'd be surprised what you pick up." He continued walking, lightly tossing and catching the small stone in his hand.

After a while they came across an old building with a sign that read Service Station on the front. Daryl paused, staring at the entrance, a tree had fallen in front and vines had continued growing from it, but he thought he could see the glint of a reflection through the leaves.

"You see something?" Bob asked him.

"I don't know. Maybe." He told him as he started pulling the branches back to reveal a car that seemed to be in reasonable condition. He climbed inside and began trying to hotwire it while the others continued clearing the outside. There was no sparks whatsoever and he growled to himself, throwing the leads away as he got back out. "We gotta find us a new battery." He told the others. He sighed and attempted to peer into the window of the building behind them. The window was filthy, he spat on his hand and started to wipe the window, but jumped backed quickly when a pair of hands pounded against it and the growling of the dead greeted him. He peered back in, "Got some friends inside." He stated. "Come on." He began to walk around to the front of the building. "Let's clear a path, see how many we got."

They started pulling the branches away, Tyreese grunted as he started hacking at the plant, taking his anger out on it. "Hey man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl told him. As if on cue, Tyreese's machete got caught on something through the greenery and he started yanking it back. Daryl slowed what he was doing and kept an eye on Ty as he continued cutting leaves and branches away from his section. Eventually the other man got his weapon free and pulled some wires from the end of it. While he was distracted, a hand came through the brush and grabbed near his throat. He jerked back but it had a tight hold of his shirt, thankfully Michonne was the closest and she quickly span round using her katana to separate the undead arm from its owner.

Another walker appeared from the vines, grabbing at Daryl. The next appeared and easily grasped onto Bob while he had been distracted looking towards Daryl, that was quickly followed by another grabbing Tyreese. Daryl made quick work of taking out the walker that had grabbed him as Michonne moved to help the others. She quickly sliced through the neck of Bob's walker and as they turned to help Tyreese they realised it wasn't holding him, he was holding onto it.