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...
𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 — 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 ❝ take care of yourself ❞
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Madeline stared at Merle's still body, her gun laying firmly in her lap. She leaned against a tree, her knees brought of close to her chest. She had been put, rather begrudgingly by Rick, on watch while the rest of them tried to figure out what to do.
She could hear them in the distance, screaming at one another. Daryl was fighting tooth and nail for them to accept his brother, though he wasn't getting anywhere. Madeline wondered if things had been different — if it had been Issac who had crawled out of the hole — would she had fought as hard?
She decided she wouldn't. But still, she couldn't quite place herself in Daryl's shoes, especially not now. They stood on two separate ends of this battle.
"It won't work." Rick tried, his voice filling the small patch of forest they had taken refuge in. It was only about two miles from Woodbury, and the longer they stayed there the more on edge Madeline got.
"It's gotta." Daryl fought back.
"He'll only stir things up. Like he did before." Rick tried to reason, his voice dropping into a whisper. Madeline couldn't hear anything else, instead redirecting her attention back to Merle.
She shook her head at the sight of him, wondering if he had always stood on the wrong side of society. The things he had said to Michonne, to the entire group were out of line. Even when they were at the Quarry he had been disgusting and downright cruel at times. And yet, she remembered all the stories Daryl had told her about him, about them as children, and she wondered where the turning point had been.
Though, what made everything worse was that she knew there hadn't been a point, at least not a definite one.
The protective brother had existed simultaneously with the mean, nasty man. There had been no grey area, no point where Daryl hadn't had to put up with the pain of losing a brother while still feeling relief that he was gone.
"Oh fuck," Madeline gasped, her head snapping back up to see Merle pushing himself up into a sitting position against a tree. She stared across the small clearing at him, watching as he got his bearings. He looked up finally as he rubbed the back of his head, his face contorting into a look of thinly-veiled annoyance at the sight of her. "The Sheriff must be dumber than I thought to put you in charge of me."
"He knew I wouldn't hesitate if you tried to pull something." Madeline snipped, twirling one of her throwing knives in her hand absentmindedly. She wiped at the sweat that had accumulated on her forehead with her other hand, her entire body feeling cold. His eyes drifted to watch as her knife cut through the wind, an unimpressed look in his eye. "You really messed up coming with us." She said after a moment, looking over her shoulder to where the rest of the group were still bickering.
