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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Carol found him easily.
He was hold up in a cell, his bags littered around the floor. It didn't feel right to reclaim the perch, even though his cot and blanket still laid there. There was still a part of him that didn't feel like this would work. Like any minute Rick would storm in and shoo him out like some stray.
He had been reading when she walked in, his eyes scanning through the pages at a pace they had never done before. He hadn't ever been much of a reader, too focused on hunting and his multiple odd jobs. But now he had found an odd joy in reading. It calmed him, centering his racing thoughts enough that he could work through them. It took him away from all of the mess of the world, placing him somewhere different, somewhere where the stakes weren't so high.
"Haven't had a change to say I'm glad you came back." Carol said, breaking his concentration on the page. He looked up quickly, his brows crinkled as he dog-eared the page. He tossed it beside him, scoffing.
"To what? All this?" He questioned, picking at the skin of his thumb.
"This is our home," Carol answered.
"This is a tomb," Daryl echoed, shaking his head. Despite all of the people here, all of the things that tethered him to this place, he couldn't help the heaviness in his chest. He didn't know if it was because of its history, or because of the connotations it had. He just couldn't shake it.
"That's what T-Dog called it." Carol looked around the cell, learning against the sink on the far wall, a mournful smile on her lips. "Thought he was right till you found me." Daryl couldn't help the ghost of the smile that passed over his lips, his cheeks heating up as she looked at him.
"I didn't do nothing no one else wouldn't have," Daryl brushed off.
"Maybe, maybe not. All that matters is that you did." Carol smiled, though it dropped quickly. She looked down at her feet, shaking her head. "You grown so much since the beginning, Daryl, I would hate to see him bring you down after how far you've come." Daryl didn't need to ask who she was talking about. He sighed then, rubbing at the flesh of his eyelids.
"He's blood, Carol, and I ain't got much of that left." Daryl muttered, his words causing her head to drop.
"Just because he's blood doesn't mean he's family." Carol bit back after a moment of silence. Daryl pulled at the loose thread from his jeans, biting his lip. "You have a family here, Daryl, with us. You have me and Rick, Hershel and Glenn. Madeline." Just hearing her name caused his hand to still, a bundle of nerves forming in his chest.
