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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Daryl couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.
He stared at the women from his place on the cell block steps, his knife scratching dull lines in the concrete. Her eyelids moved rapidly, her entire body encased in sweat. Everyone watched as she came to, grunting as her eyes flew open and her entire body tensed up. Rick stood above her, his hands wrapped around her wrists as she immediately lunged for her katana. "We're not going to hurt you, not unless you try something stupid first." He told her, his voice gentle yet still stern.
He looked down at the red shopping basket that sat beside him, pursuing his lips at the content. A half dozen formula canisters stared up at him, causing a panic to shoot down his spine. It was the same basket from the store Madeline and the others were going to— the same one they never returned from.
Carol took a seat beside him then, cooing at the giggling baby in her arms. She sobered up once she looked at his face, her eyes tracing the deep-set lines of worry and confusion. She looked towards the common area, following his line of sight towards the women, letting out a huff.
"Has he gotten anything out of her?" She muttered, jerking her head towards Rick. Their leader stood above the women, his voice muffled from the distance, though from the flashes of emotion that traveled across the women's face whatever he said was working.
"Not even her name." He scoffed. They watched as Rick took a few steps back, letting Hershel take over. "This is ridiculous." He was trying desperately to hold onto the reigns of his emotions, to keep them from fully consuming him, but it was all becoming too much. It had been five hours since she left. Five hours since she promised to be back in three tops.
"Have a little faith." Carol whispered, though her tone was tense.
"I wouldn't do that. Your wound needs to be cleaned and dressed before you start running." Hershel said from the other room, his voice gentle as he grabbed his pack from Carl. "Now I have to cut your pant leg, but my daughter is great at mending. We'll get them stitched back up." He tried to explain, but the women just stared blankly at him.
"I didn't ask for your help." The women finally croaked, her back giving out as she fell back to the blanket.
"Too bad." Rick shrugged. "You wondered into the wrong camp if you didn't want help. Though—" he looked over his shoulder at the discarded basket of formula by Daryl before he looked back to the women, "none of this was an accident, was it?" The women stared up at him, her eyes ablaze. Daryl felt his lip twitch as he tried to think of how the women could have figured out where they were, or how she could have gotten her hands on their run.
