Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 51: Forget It

                    ~Daryl's P.O.V~

I paced back and forth in front of the prisons gates as I waited for the others to get their shit together and join me.

We were finally goin' to go find Y/n after a whole damn week of waitin' around. I kicked the tyre of my bike in frustration as I thought about it.

I can't believe Glenn and Hershel were stupid enough to let her go out alone. And for damn baby formula at that!

I kicked my bike again as my anger began to boil.

She just had to go alone like the stubborn bitch she was, didn't she? She couldn't just ask for some damn help. She just had to sacrifice herself again like she always did. Fuckin' stupid. And now we had to risk our asses to go help her. That fuckin' dumbass. She never fuckin' listened...

I leaned against my bike and took in a deep breath.
"Don't stress too much. I'm sure she's fine." I heard Glenn say from behind me.
I stood straight and turned to him.

He looked a little nervous, almost as if he was tryin' to convince himself of his words rather than me. Not that I even needed convincin'. I wasn't worried about 'er. I was just annoyed she'd be so stupid.

I grumbled and looked away.
"Try takin' yer own advice, chinaman."
Glenn chuckled nervously.
"I'm not worried. I know she'll be fine...
She always is in the end.."
"Don' sound sure."
Glenn sighed and crossed his arms as he looked to the floor.
"She's..She's tough. You know that, right? She's been through a lot of..tough.. situations and lived. I'm sure she'll be fine this time.."

His words made the both of us go quiet for a moment. I couldn't help but wonder what he meant when he said that. He wasn't wrong, I knew she was tough, only decent fighter in this damn group. She was tough, just like Merle was. But what did he mean by "tough situations"? Being a reckless dumbass hardly counts...

I shook it off and spoke again.
"Better be, or I'll kill 'er myself fer bein' a dumbass an' waistin' our time."
Both of us were quiet again for a moment, until Glenn rested his hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay to be worried you know. I know you two were close. You don't have to feel bad about-"
I shrugged his hand off.
"I ain't worried bout her. Weren' close to 'er neither. She's just the only person I trust te have my back in this damn mess group."
Glenn gave me a sad smile and nodded.
I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed.
"Ya said she'll be fine. So she's fine. She's a tough bitch, so stop actin' like she's gon' die, alrigh'? This ain't the same as when Sofia went missin'. So stop actin' like she's already dead. It's fuckin' annoyin'."
He chuckled.
"I thought you said you're not worried?"
"I ain't."
"You sure seem to have thought about this a lot for someone who isn't worried."
I grumbled and crossed my arms.
"Could say te same to you."
Glenn let out another weak chuckle.
"I guess we're both lying to ourselves then..."

Both of us went silent again, but the silence was broken when the others finally came to the gate.
"Bout damn time."

By the time we finally reached the community that Y/n got taken to, Woodbury, it had already gotten dark.

We parked our vehicles by the woods, then crept up to the gate, hiding behind shrubbery so we didn't get seen.

Michonne and Rick were about to go over our plan again, but I was done waitin'. I pulled out a grenade I managed to find a while back, when I went on a run to the hospital for Hershel's leg, and pulled out the pin, then hurled it at the gate.

As soon as it exploded, it blew open the gate and I made a run to the entrance, but Rick stopped me and gave me a stern look.
"We said to go in quiet."
I threw his arm off me and scoffed.
"Fuck yer plan. We've wasted enough time as it is."
Michonne glared at me.
"The whole of Woodbury will know we're here! Now it'll be even harder to save your friend."
I shrugged and got my handgun out my pocket.
"I'll just fuckin' kill 'em then."
"Daryl-" Rick began, but I cut him off.
"Nah, I don't wanna hear no more shit."
I got in Rick's face and glared at him.
"I ain't losin' te only decent fighter in te group cause you chicken shits are too scared of a fight. Ya know tha' if it were you, her stupid ass wouldn' a' hesitated tearin' this whole damn place down te moment she knew ya went missin'."