Broken Crown ~Daryl Dixon~

Shane

Florence heard a gunshot, she jumped higher than ever and hoped that others were okay. The girl waited by the door for the others to come in, she glanced at Daryl as he walked in asking about the two ex-police officers. 

"We heard a shot," Florence announced. 

"Maybe they found Randall?" Lori suggested. 

"No, we found Randall, he's a walker." Florence shook her head,  resting her face in her hands and sighed. This was becoming way too much, she couldn't handle this much stress at the moment. 

"Did you find the walker that bit him?" 

"No, the weird thing is, he wasn't bit." Florence walked closer, glancing at the two men confused. 

"That's not possible." She whispered, shaking her head, glancing at the others and saw they all looked just as worried as she felt. 

"His neck was broken. Thing is, Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other. And Shane ain't no tracker, so he didn't come up behind him. They were together." Florence walked out with Daryl, her spear in her hands and she walked onto the porch. Shared a look with Daryl, she tightened her grip on her spear and shook her head. 

"Fuck." She hissed, the herd were gathering together on either side of the barn, Florence didn't want to have to face another one. Not so soon after what happened last time. Florence walked inside, Mason had his bag on his shoulders. 

"Dad said never to go anywhere without my bag if there's a herd." 

"Can you move with it on?" 

"Yes." Florence placed hers on as well, she walked back and glanced at Lori who seemed too panicked. 

"I can't find Carl." 

"For crying out loud, Lori, keep your eyes on you boy." Mason hissed, Florence didn't care, she agreed with him and so she watched as Carol took Lori inside. Florence grabbed a gun, she took a breath, not happy with the idea of hearing all the guns. 

"Flo- you gonna be alright?" 

"I'll be fine." She whispered, Daryl, nodded, racing off to his motorcycle as Florence got into a car with Mason. He drove while Florence sat outside of the car, shooting at the walkers, she could hear screams and cries for help. Florence watched as Mason ran over two walkers and Carol quickly ran in. Florence nodded at Carol and proceeded to shoot the walkers that were nearby. 

Mason drove away, and Florence sat in the car normally. Her hands shook as she brought them to cover her mouth. Tears fell from her eyes, she took shallow breaths, shaking her head and sobbing quietly. Florence rested her head on the glass, crying to herself and thinking about what the world had become. 

"Oh, my god. I can't do this." She repeated over and over again. Florence shook her head, taking quick and short breaths. Mason wished he could do something, he didn't know what to do to help and make the pain go away

 Mason found his way to the highway, he stopped the car seeing everyone all gathered around each other. Florence let out a cry of relief as she saw everyone, Mason stopped the car and ran out to the others. Florence ran to Daryl, she hugged him tightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck and almost buried herself under his arms. The action seemed to shock him but he held her even tighter and rubbed her back hearing her quiet sobs. 

Daryl waited until she was ready to let go, she took a step back and glanced at Daryl as he held onto her arm. Florence stared at him softly, he examined her form, making sure that she was fine and glanced at the others. Daryl had the girl close to his side, he didn't want her to leave it and he was scared of her being out of reach.