Broken Crown ~Daryl Dixon~

Sun

The two sat in the shade, the men were making sure the walkers were dead. Threw their corpses into the fire, Florence watched as Daryl grumbled about his brother, she watched soon afterwards as they began arguing about what to do with Amy and Jim. Florence helped Daryl, she used her spear and stabbed each one in the head. After they finished stabbing the ones in their zone, Daryl lightly grabbed Florence's arm, pulling her back and looking at her face which was slowly becoming less bruised and swollen. 

"What happened to you?" She shrugged him off, shaking her head and moved to the other group of dead. Daryl pulled her back, seeing that she was becoming less pleased about the situation. She took a deep breath, whispering to the people how sorry she was that they died how they did. Daryl called Mason over, the younger boy walked over to the man and glanced at his sister who just stared at the bodies she was near. 

"Take her away from this. She ain't got to be doing this." Daryl pointed to her, Mason nodded lightly, he walked to his sister and took her away from the people. Florence grabbed her share of water and rubbed the dirt and blood off her skin. 

Daryl came over not too long later, Mason glanced at Florence who nodded, the girl smiled at the man and moved over so he could sit beside her. 

"You good?" He stated simply, taking a swing of water, Florence nodded and glanced down at the bruise on her arm. 

"Who did that to you?" Florence took a breath, she gave a faint smile and shrugged at Daryl.

"Doesn't matter now, he's dead," Florence stated, taking a breath as she felt the wind on her skin. 

"I miss the cold." Daryl nodded with her, not knowing what to say, Daryl glanced at everyone sitting together and sighed as the girl stood up following his gaze. 

"Did you find anything about your brother?" 

"He cut his hand off, stopped the bleeding, don't know where he is." 

"You'll find him." 

"I hope so." He mumbled, following her to the others. Florence listened to Shane talk, she glanced at Mason who nodded at her, they were leaving tomorrow. Florence thought it was a death trap, going to the CDC, going there made her think something wasn't right. However, watching one family leave made her think about taking Mason and leaving. Florence sat in the truck with Daryl, she was wedged between him and Mason. The stench of sweat was becoming a lot but having the AC blowing directly on her skin made her forget about the stench. 

Florence sat in the truck, fiddling with a dagger, and Mason played with the kids, while everyone else waited by the vehicles. Florence closed her eyes, she stayed away from being near Jim who was about to die, she couldn't be near that. The echo of the guns was still in her mind, they wouldn't stop. Daryl opened the door, hopping in beside her, she briefly glanced at him and closed her eyes again as he started driving. 

The drive to the CDC was making Florence angsty, she knew something didn't feel right, she followed everyone out of the cars. Gagging as she smelt the rotten flesh, she shook her head, stepping back, Mason held her hand, dragging her to follow everyone else. Daryl stayed near the two, Florence whimpered at the bodies, it scared her at how many were dead. Florence removed her hand from Mason's she held her spear up as it started to grow darker. Florence stabbed a walker in the head as it got close to her, she started heading back towards the car with Mason at her side. Everyone else started to follow the two, however, Rick stopped them from going any further. 

"The camera moved!" He called out, she stabbed a few more, yelping as Mason pulled her closer to the group. Daryl shot a few, and they all stopped panicking as the doors opened, blinding their eyes with a bright light. They hesitated at first, the two Riley siblings stared at each other and then back at their surroundings. Florence stabbed a walker, yelping as it fell on top of her. Daryl kicked it away and dragged her up. They all walked into the building, holding their weapons as a man held a gun at their group, she remained quiet as he stared at them. 

Florence stood in the elevator, she was pushed up against Daryl, as big as the elevator was she was still pressed up against his chest. She clenched her eyes shut, and his crossbow dug into the side of her leg, Lori took a step back, pushing Florence further into Daryl's chest. The girl grunted, stumbling over Daryl's feet, he grabbed her by the waist, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her held up.

The group followed Jenner out of the elevator, people asking questions. It didn't bother her that they were underground. A computerised voice welcomed them, after their blood was taken, they all sat around a table eating and drinking. Florence didn't drink too much before it came to an end, however, she didn't care and being able to drink took a little of the pressure off her back. 

The brunette giggled tipsily, she had finished eating and stood around. The girl grabbed an unopened bottle of wine, and as Mason's parental figure, she allowed him to drink. Not like laws applied anymore. Jenner led them all to a housing place, not the official one but something that would make do. 

Florence stood under the warm water, she washed her hair, cleaned her skin and took a moment to herself. Once she was done, the girl smiled seeing Mason playing with Sofia and Carl. The wine was getting to her head however, she wanted to forget, just for tonight. She found a room, sat down on the bed and brought the bottle of wine to her lips. 

"Florence." The girl glanced at Daryl, she stupidly grinned and waved to him. Daryl chuckled seeing her silly little grin, he sat beside her and carefully took the bottle from her hand. 

"What did you do before the world ended?" 

"I worked in this little patisserie. I made these cute little pastries. I made a puff bunny. It had a round little head, I made the body and little paws. I was great at the little details." She hiccupped and giggled a little more. She took a swing of the bottle that Daryl handed back to her and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Ya gonna be hating life tomorrow." He shook his head, taking the bottle from her hand and placing it to the side. 

"Doesn't matter, at least I can forget tonight. Them creepers won't be in my mind." She whispered tiredly. 

"Come on, let's get you to bed." 

"You know, I ain't never had sex. I'm going to die a virgin, I thought I'd meet a nice guy and then I'd have sex with him. I wasn't a no sex before marriage kinda girl- got no problem with girls who do want to do it that way but I always wanted to really know the guy before I gave it up. Especially the first time I did it with someone... I'm gonna die not knowing what it feels like to be pleasured by a man." Daryl grunted uncomfortably, she didn't seem to know what she was saying and he didn't know either, the words just slipped out. 

"You've had your first kiss?" 

"Yeah, that kiss was really sweet and loving. Wish he were my high school boyfriend and not the little abuser I ended up with." Her words drifted off into a slur at the end, he sighed and slowly scooped her up in his arms. He tucked her into the couch, leaving her to be in the room by herself and found somewhere else to stay.