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 Dixon could no longer ignore the hurricane of emotions that took place within his bones. They choked him, overwhelming him as he tried to lock them away. He had tried so hard to not let them get the best of him, not let them ruin the sense of relief he had felt towards finally seeing his brother again. For months he had pushed them aside, blinded by his desire to act tough and look tougher, just like Merle had taught him.
But he couldn't do it anymore. He had changed, either for the better or for the worse he didn't know, but he had changed.
Merle wasn't so lucky.
Daryl missed his friends, his family. He had only been gone a day and yet he felt this emptiness in him that made him want to scream. He had left so much at the prison without so much of a goodbye. He had been wrong to walk away, wrong to think that he could fit back in the mold Merle had fitted for him years ago.
"The shit you doing, pointing that thing at me?" Merle spat angrily, tearing through the trees after Daryl. His head felt like it was submerged in water, his voice muffled. The only thing coming out clear was a single thought that continued to fill his mind: this wasn't home.
"They were scared, man." Daryl said, wiping the last of his arrows onto his pant leg.
"They were rude is what they were!" Merle fought back, reaching out for Daryl, only to stumble over a tree root.
"They didn't owe us nothing, Merle, come on."
"Is that right? You helping people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it?" Merle pressed. Daryl barely heard him, instead looking around as he tried to get his bearings. He just needed to make it back to the main road, where he left them, and then it would be a straight shot. "Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?"
Merle stumbled back slightly as Daryl whipped around, his hand pointing wildly in the direction they had come. "There was a baby!" He scoffed. "That ain't right, man!" Years ago maybe he would have moved on if he had heard that cry, thinking that it wasn't any of his business. Hell, maybe he would have played into the jokes Merle had spewed. But he couldn't have ignored it, not anymore, because he hadn't heard just any baby: he had heard Judith. The fear he had felt in that moment, as he wondered if somehow the Governor had already finished off the prison, chilled him to the bone.
"So if there was no baby, just a man all by himself, you would have left him to the biters?" Merle snapped, his eyes wide and somewhat shameful. Daryl gawked at his words, at what they insinuated.
