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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It was just barely growing dark when Madeline and Daryl reached Hershel's farm.
Dale sent them a wave from atop the RV, rifle in hand. Daryl hid the flower behind his back the closer they got to the group, causing her to raise a brow. He rolled his eyes at her snide smile, quickening his steps.
"You should tell her the story," Madeline told him the closer they got. "I think she'd like to hear it." He nodded absentmindedly as he set off towards the RV. Madeline sighed, still twirling her flower between her fingers. Once she saw the door swing shut she took off jogging towards the main camp. Clusters of tents circled a fire pit, which was smoldering with the little kindle they had found in the yard.
She smiled at Emily, who pointed towards one of the tents. They decided that they would share until the winter now that they were down a few since the Quarry. She unzipped the flap, dropping her bag beside Em's. She smiled when she saw their sleeping bags all rolled out already, a pillow perched on her side.
Her smile dropped at the sight of it and the floral pattern of the pillowcase. She sat down, her knees folded against her chest as she ran her hand across the fabric.
It had been one of the only things she had taken from her apartment the day Issac came and got her. She almost wanted to laugh at how stupid she had been, thinking it was gonna be like a sleepover. Now it had been months and she wished she had taken more. Every ounce of her ached for the feeling of her warm bed and the smell of all the candles she would burn during movie nights with her friends from school.
She tried not to think of those days much anymore, but she couldn't help it. They were tainted by her wondering if they were still out there, fighting to survive just like her.
She remembered the last time she had seen one of her friends: Sammie. They had been stuck on the highway together, playing cards and trying not to talk about the things they obviously needed to talk about. Issac had been in the front seat, fiddling with the radio to try and get the broadcast of the refugee center to come back on.
The sound of helicopters overhead made Sammie stop talking and look to the sky. It only took Madeline a moment to notice they were military, and that they were headed towards the city. She remembered standing on the roof of the Jeep, squinting her eyes to focus on the skyline of the city. Then she heard it: the first explosion. It nearly sent her to her knees, a scream lodged in her throat.
She watched, helplessly as her home exploded in plumes of smoke and fire, and the only thing she could think about was how desperately she had wished she had grabbed more than that stupid pillow.
