Love & survival (Daryl Dixon x oc)

Twenty-five

"Sophia? Sophia!" Carol cried running towards her daughter. Daryl stopped her and they fell to the ground. I felt my heart break at the sight of the little girl. Rick was the one to step up and pointed his gun at her. I couldn't see any of it and turned around, I saw Carl crying, everyone was. I heard a gunshot and I knew it was over.

Daryl pulled Carol up on her feet. "Don't look. Don't look." She broke free from his grip then she ran away. After that Beth started running towards the now dead walkers, she was looking for her someone. When she found her she turned her around to see its face but she the walker grabbed her trying to kill her. No one wasted any time. We all ran towards them. I was the first one there and grabbed Beth and tried of pull her away from the walker. Everyone else joined moments later. 

When we got her loose she turned around and swung her arms around me and cried. "It's okay, it's okay. You're alive. You're alive." I told her. When they finally got the the walker killed, Beth cried even harder. Her legs collapsed I had trouble holding her up so I handed her to her boyfriend, Jimmy. All of us then walked back to mourn in peace.

When I was back in camp. I sat down on my bed and stared at the floor with tears pouring down my face, thinking about what happened, proccesing the now officially dead, Sophia. I don't know how long I sat there, crying, but I somehow, lost in my thoughts, wound up having flashbacks from my time in the army. 

- - -

"Come on, you can't not miss. Not at those insanely fast moving targes" John said while taking a sip from his drink. 

"Oh, you bet." I laughed. 

"20 bucks." 

"Well, you can pay up then, It will save you the-"  I couldn't finish when there came gunfire outside and an alarm went off. Everyone in the room raised their heads, we were all just doing nothing. "Move out." The general said. We did as he told us. 

"What the hell do you think is going on? A drill?" John asked. 

"I hope. We will have a bunch of shit if it isn't" Anastasia replied.

When we got outside we saw it was absolutely not a drill. People had broken in on the terrain and were now destroying everything. "How is this even posible?" I asked looking at John. He lifted his shoulders and shook his head. 

"Stay sharp. Hold your fire" General said. 

"When do we fire?" Tomas asked. 

"Shut up."  The general glared at him.

After a while of doing nothing while people were destroying the place the general told us to move forward. "Croft, you stay with Johnson and Young. You go that way" He pointed to the left. I nodded and John and Anastasia followed me. "I still hate the fact  that my parents decided it would be funny that they named me John Johnson."

"I find it hilarious." I chuckled while moving to a spot with cover for all of us.

"I agree with Croft." Anastasia said staying close behind me.

"You're teaming up now, huh?" John said jokingly while nodding his head .

When we got closer the terrorists started to notice us and pointed their gunfire at us. I was right where I thought they couldn't see me. A bullet flew right next to my head. "Crap, shit, fuck, shitfuck, bitch." I said while moving back quickly behind a truck. "Move forward!" The general yelled at all of the assigned teams. We moved forward, when I looked around I could see everyones else. The terrorists began fireing even faster. 

A bullet hit me in my shoulder.

"Croft!" "Emris!" "Oh, shit! Emris is down!" "Em?!" Was yelled all across our side of the battlefield as I screamed in pain. "Open fire!" I heard the general say before everything went black.

- - -

 "Funeral's starting. You comin'?" Daryl said while entering our tent, wich caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I looked up at him, still dazed from my flashback and my face was soaked and my eyes puffy. "Hey, Emris, you alright?" He asked gently after seeing my face and sat down next to me. I could see the worry in his eyes. I shook my head and leaned against him with my head on his chest and started sobbing again. He put his arms around me, "Hey, It's alright. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." 

I processed his words an realised that what he said isn't true. "Is it? Is it going to be okay, Daryl?" I sat up staight and wiped away my tears wich didn't help because they stilll poured out of my eyes, "You almost died for her and she was in there all along. You were willing to fucking die looking for her! And they knew! They knew she was in there!"

"Hey. Hey, Emris, shut up, okay? What's goin' on with you and your temper 'bout me lately? It ain't your concern." Daryl tried to calm me down.

I stood up infront of him. "You can't decide that for me! I fucking care about you, Daryl, you are one of the few people I actually care for okay? So you shut up. You always treat me like absolute crap and yet I'm still in fucking love with you!" I yelled not realising what I was saying.

"What? You- You're in love with me?" He stammerd from surprisedness. Thats when I figured out what I said. Fuck 

"Uhm.." I hesitated and walked out the tent and headed towards the funeral.

It was quiet at the funeral everyone was paying their respects to Spohia, Anette and Shawn. After a couple minutes everybody started to leave. Andrea, T-Dog and Shane were gathering the walkers to burn them outside the farm. 

I went to the RV and grabbed my battle axe, I had found it on the highway and hid it in there for when I needed it, wich was now. Then went over to my tent and grabbed a day-pack with a bottle of water and a little bit of food. I was on my way out to the woods when Daryl stopped me. "Where you goin'?" I was quiet, trying to find the words before answering, "I need to go- I need to go out there. Clear my mind a bit. I dunno. I just- I need to process."

"Can I come?" He asked.

"No. I need to do this alone."

"But-"

"Daryl, I'll be fine." I reasurred him and walked past him, continuing my trip. "Em..." He tried talking but I cut him off by waving my hand up. 

When I was walking around in the woods for a while I heard some femilliar footsteps grow louder behind me. "Emris, I-" I stopped walking and turned around, "What? What, Daryl? I said I want to be alone right now. Please, go back. I'll be fine."

"I know but, I- I think, I dunno I've never-" He didn't finish, instead he moved his arms around my waist, pulled me against him and pressed his lips on mine. I swung my arms around his neck and he tightend his arms around my waist. After a while of one of the happiest moments of my life, I pulled away slightly. "You were saying?" I chuckled with a huge smile imprinted on my face, still with our arms around eachother.

I grabbed him closer to me and he carefully lied me down on the ground. "I fuckin' love ye, Emris." Daryl said and he pulled me back on to his lips. Our clothes decided to dissapear once more.