Love & survival (Daryl Dixon x oc)

Thirty-eight

Emris' pov

Glenn and I were going out to check the front side of the prison. It was overrun again. He and Maggie weren't in the best situation. I still wanted to ask her what had happened.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Glenn asked me as we were on our way to the car.

"Yeah, duh." I replied with a smile.

"Emris, I'm serious."

"I ain't got anything better to do."

"True, but you know, your stomach. Maybe it is something." He looked at me worried.

"Glenn, trust me, it's nothing. Like I said, I've had it before." I reassured him. We got to the car and went in. Glenn slammed the door.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" I asked. He kept quiet and started the car. We drove off. I knew he was pissed about everything that happened in and after Woodbury. I was too, but I knew we had other things to worry about, which were more of a priority than a relationship.

When we reached the front side of the prison we saw that one side was burnt down and walkers were walking in.

"Well they didn't lie." I concluded. Glenn nodded. "We can't do anything about it." I continued.

I heard faint gunfire. "Shit!" I yelled and ran into the car.

"What the hell are you doing?" Glen yelled back as he saw my route.

"We have to get to them." I explained and he followed me. I started the car and he got in the passenger seat. We drove off. I never knew I could drive this fast. A yellowish car drove away from the prison. Shit, shit, shit.

I stopped the car in front of the entrance. "You drive, I'm gonna kill some walkers." Glenn nodded and moved onto the driver seat and drove to Hershel.

I grabbed my axes and slaughtered dozens of walkers. I made my way to the prison. I got back to the others. The yard was still filled with walkers. More were coming, the gunfire attracted them.

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We were back in the cell block. Rick, Merle and Daryl walked in together.

"Oh, fuck no." I muttered under my breath. I moved towards Daryl. My eyes squinted and I clenched my fists. He knew what I was about to do and pure fear filled his eyes. When I reached him I punched him square in the face. "You fucking ass!" I yelled as he fell to the ground.

He raised one of his hands in surrender as he used the other one to support his body as he got up. His nose was bleeding.

"Damn bro, you let yourself be beat up by a little girl?" Merle teased. I moved over to him and he immediately regretted what he said. I punched him in the face as well. Now both Dixon brother's noses were bleeding, Merle's one might have broken.

I moved back to Daryl and gave him a hard slap on his cheek. "How the fuck could you just decide to fucking leave?" I yelled. "I promised you, what you wanted me to, that I would stay close to you and you fucking run away from me!"

"I- I know, I'm sorry I-" He apologized. 

Merle was laughing in the background. I walked over to him and knocked him out. "How could you possibly choose that dick over us?" I said to Daryl and walked away.

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"We're not leaving." Rick said. We were discussing what happened yesterday. I sat at the railing upstairs with my feet dangling off the floor.