Imagines Book 2

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 |𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧|

|The Walking Dead Imagine|

|Name: Talia|

|A/n: I wrote this a few months ago before I took my creative writing class, and since I don't really feel like editing it, you guys get this💀 I kind of got tired of writing it and felt like it was dragging on so I wrapped it up quickley.|

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Four hours. It had almost been four full hours since Daryl Dixon set out to search for Sophia. Sure there was still plenty of daylight, four hours wasn't even enough time to determine if something was wrong. But he set out alone, and Talia had a feeling in her stomach that she just couldn't shake. It wasn't till Glen found her pacing by the tents, biting at her nails, that he realized something was up.

"Tal, hey," he snapped his fingers, causing her to look up. "Is everything alright?"

The woman contemplated telling the boy what was eating her from the inside out. She feared that if she had gone to Rick or Hershal, they would just brush off her worries like one brushes the dirt from their pants. Hershel would spew some bullshit about the Bible and Rick would just lecture her about following Hershal's rules since it was his land.

"I just-" she breathed out, hesitant. "I can't help but feel like something's happened, to Daryl. I don't know. it's just that ever since he left I've felt off about the whole him being out by himself thing, you know? Of course, he can handle himself, we all know this, but I..." Talia trailed off, questioning whether or not she should say more.

Glen stood in front of her, not quite knowing what to say. He understood to a certain extent why she was worried, but he didn't understand why she had such a strong bad feeling. It wasn't like he'd known her too long though, so he was still unsure of what to say.

Only a few observant members of the group could see the connection that Talia and Daryl tried so badly to hide. They understood each other on a level that was different from the others. They had the same views and were both notorious for impulsive decisions and short tempers. Both would briefly chat or exchange unknowing looks. Nobody knew if they wanted to stay far away from one another, or never leave the other's side. It was a giant mix of confusing signals and it drove Carol absolutely insane.

She would often talk with Daryl about his so-called 'situation-ship' with the brunette, but he would deny anything she threw at him. It was only until one late night that Daryl let it slip how he really felt.

"Come on, you're telling me that if we got flooded with Walkers right this moment, you wouldn't raise your crossbow for the good of the group?" Carol asked as she began putting her gun back together.

"I'm not saying I wouldn't, I would kill every last Walker on this property!" The redneck stood, defending himself. "I would do anything if it meant that Talia was safe from those freaks!" As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted ever having the conversation in the first place. He had just uttered the exact words he tried so badly to hide. He felt vulnerable, maybe even a little ridiculous.

Carol went silent, knowing that the man didn't even mean to say it. She stopped asking in general, just replying with an awkward "Oh," before standing to return to her tent.

"Well if you have such a strong gut feeling, then maybe you should tell Rick?" The boy suggested.

"I can't, he'd deny my feelings in an instant, you know that."

"I don't know," she sighed, a sheepish smile appearing on her face. "I was thinking that I'd just take a horse and follow his trail?"

As if the position he'd been put in couldn't get any worse. 'Just add to the list of secrets.' He thought to himself. "Now wait a minute, I don't think that's such a good idea, especially going out on your own. Isn't that what you were worried about in the first place?"