I froze. No one in the group knows my name. With pinpoint accuracy, I threw five throwing knives at the speaker, pinning him to the wall. Not unlike a tiger I growled.
"Who sai..." I completely froze when I saw who spoke.
"Daddy..." I murmured. I yanked the knifes out of his angel vest and threw myself at him, sobbing uncontrollably. He was the same.
"Umm I'm sorry to interrupt your moment, but no one can ever make Daryl Dixon cry. Who the hell are you?"
Spinning around with inhuman speed and gave him my triple-hard wolf stare. He cowered under the intensity of it (sorry had to make her so awesome she could scare Rick without saying anything at all)
"S-s-sorry but w-we were just trying to thank you for s-saving our sorry butts out there" Mystery man whimpered
Sighing, I said "No, it's my fault for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Thalia Dixon. Daughter of Daryl Dixon. I bet dad didn't tell you about me, as he likes to close himself off from other people when he grieves. Isn't that right, dad?"
Dad gulped, then slowly nodded. I smirked, shaking my head. He was smiling his head off.
"Come along, I'll show you where you'll be staying." I announced.
"Hold on, I'd like to ask some questions." Said the guy that dared to oppose me. I raised an eyebrow. " If that's okay of course" he added quickly.
"Fire away" I mumbled.
"Well, we know your name, so, how many walkers have you killed?" He questions.
I snorted "Do you really think I keep count?"
"Okay then, how many people have you killed?" With that I froze. Dad saw this and tried to talk to me. I just stared straight ahead and collapsed in to my Dad's arms as I drifted into a flashback.
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Dead On Arrival
FanfictionThalia Dixon- A girl that has seen it all. She has lost her mother when she was nine. She was split from her father and uncle when the dead overtook the living. She watched helplessly as the dead tore her boyfriend to pieces. Drifting aimlessly befo...
