Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Seventy| Fall Of The Kingdom

🕉️Kara🕉️

I look down at the figurine in my hands, ignoring the stinging wind whipping at my face, taking strands of hair with it. It was the horse Henry made for me. It's been almost four months and I still can't believe he's gone. One minute everyone was enjoying the fair, and the movie and the next Siddiq is telling us that Henry, Enid, Tara, Addy, Rodney, Tammy, Frankie, DJ, Alek, and Ozzy are dead.

Alpha killed them, let them turn, then cut off their heads, mounted them on spikes, and used them to mark the boundaries between our territories. So many people that I loved were gone, just like that. How? The cold wind picks up as I walk, slicing through my many layers of clothing. I knew it'd be hell, but this is better than just sitting in my room doing nothing.

I'm wearing a thick fleece jacket the torso is dark green camo, but the sleeves are brown leather so if a walker tries to take a bite out of me I can use my arm. It'll have a hard time biting through the leather. Under it is a zip up hoodie, long sleeve shirt, and a tank top. Layered as much as I could.

Cold bites at my fingertips so I put the figurine away and slide my hands into my coat pockets. Suddenly, warmth envelopes my ears, cutting off the cold, and I realize that someone pulled down my beanie over my ears. I look over and see Dad had come to my side. "Keep those covered," he says and the corners of his mouth tilt up into a small smile.

"Thanks," I say quietly and he places his hand on my beanie clad head. "Don't mention it." The weight disappears off my head and he moves back to Lydia's side. "No, one can agree on what to do next. And the council cannot come to any security resolutions?" Michonne asks Yumiko as we move.

"Everyone's still reeling, between Jesus, Tara, and the others we lost."

"And still nothing from Maggie?"

"The Council sent another letter, but… we haven't heard back. Well…" I hear people whispering and I look out into the field to see a small group of walkers. Yumiko slips her bow off her back and Michonne reaches for her sword. I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Is that them?"

I look back to see Alden on his horse, glaring down at Lydia and Jake. "People watching us now, huh? Well, we followed their rules. Haven't they done enough to us?" I narrow my eyes at him, he's really taking out his anger on a sixteen year old girl?

"Hey. Why don't you lay off," my dad demands as he continues scowling down at her. "Yeah, before I knock you down off that horse," I snap at him and he turns his angry gaze on me. I know he's upset. He just lost Enid, but that's no excuse for treating her that way.

I stop moving and turn to face Alden, looking up at him expectantly. Silently asking if he's gonna do something. He quickly faces forward, grief in his eyes, and I go back to walking. "You don't have to protect us. We know how they feel about us," Lydia says simply and I shake my head.

"No. Don't mean they get to talk to you like that."

"I just don't want to cause anymore problems."

"It's their problem, not yours," I say, looking at her over my shoulder and she meets my gaze. We continue moving in silence and my dad slows down, going over to speak with Carol. I rub at my eyes to keep the tears from falling, it'll only make my face colder. But my aching heart doesn't want to be reasonable right now.

Tara! Henry! Enid! I've known them for so long and to lose them right after Jesus? It feels like I don't have the time to mourn one person before more end up dying. Wetness trails down my cheeks and the cold wind seems to become vindictive, kicking up and freezing my face. But the icy sting just makes me cry more and I can't stop it.