I'll Always Find You (A Daryl Dixon X Reader)

CHAPTER 47: Psycho / One Day At A Time

YOUR POV:

After the prisoner's little riot trying to kill the walkers. We killed them and went moving around the halls to find more in order to show them how to do it properly.

    "It's gotta be the brain." Daryl stated seeing another walker. He raised his crossbow and let his arrow fly. "Not the stomach. Not the heart, the brain."

    "Here comes another." I said.

    "I hear you. The brain." Axel replied.

Oscar moved forward and smashed his bat down on the walkers head and it went down.

    "Like that?" Oscar asked.

    "Yep." I nodded.

Axel moved forward towards the next one and put his metal pipe through it's skull and the walker fell to the ground. I moved forward covering him as another walker came in and slashed the walker's head with my machete.

    "Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick scolded them as we began to move forward again.

A lot more walkers started coming around the corner. The prisoner's held the front taking out the walker's. Daryl and I were near the wall taking on any stragglers and anything that got to close to the others. I noticed one of them was gone. There were only 4 out of 5 prisoners around us. I began looking around for Big Tiny and I heard grunts from behind the group.

    "Rick." I motioned to him and he looked around noticing the same thing.

Both of us moved away from the others seeing they had it handled. Just around the corner Big Tiny was trying to take out a few walkers that had him surrounded. Big Tiny let out a yelp and I jumped forward and smashed the walker's head in that was on his back side. Rick moved and pushed another one away and lifted his knife to kill it when suddenly gunshots rang in my ears. Shooting right in between us both. Taking out the other three walkers. Both of us turned and looked unsurprised to see Tomas with his gun raised.

I looked to see blood on Big Tiny's hand. Rick and I looked at one another alarmed.

    "Let me see." I demanded. "Were you bit?"

    "No. It's just a scratch." Big Tiny replied as he turned. He had a decent size gash down his arm. It looked like a chunk had been taken out. "I'm telling you, I don't feel anything. It's just a scratch."

    "I'm sorry, man." Rick shook his head as Big Tiny turned back around.

    "I can keep fightin'." He tried to assure us.

    "You cut that old guy's leg off to save his life." Andrew said looking at me.

    "Look at where that bite is." I pointed out. "I don't have the ability to cut off his whole damn shoulder. He wouldn't survive either way."

    "Guy's, I'm fine!" Big Tiny insisted with a yell. "Look, I'm fine." He breathed. "Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

    "Look, man, there has to be something we can do." Oscar begged. "We could just look him up."

    "Quarantine him." Axel suggested.

    "We gotta do something." Andrew scoffed. "Why you just standing there? We got to save him."

    "There is no way to save him, don't you get it? Just because he's not showing symptoms now doesn't mean the change isn't taking effect. It can take from minutes to hours to happen. But it WILL happen." I stated firmly, annoyed by Andrew yelling in my ear. "I'm sorry."