Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~29~

   It had been about two hours since Rick had been pulled away from planning the search party for Sophia by Hershel. You'd managed to feed the horses for Maggie, help put dinner on the stove so it could slow cook for everyone, and even helped finish putting the groups forgotten clean laundry out to dry while you waited. Now there was nothing for you to do but wait for your brother and Hershel to get back from their secret whatever they had been doing for almost three hours. Your feeling of anxiety was slowly churning in your gut again as you stood on the top step of the porch, leaning against the white beam with mostly everyone. Your eyes were fixated on the road where your brother had walked down and disappeared into the woods with the old farmer. The knowledge of Rick carrying his python with him was some what comforting to you, but it wouldn't do either of them much good if they got caught by a pack of walkers. Though you knew you'd be able to hear him firing it, and it would take a whole lot of hell to keep you from rushing to your brothers aid, if need be. Almost everyone was accounted for, Carl, Beth, and Patricia played chess behind you on your right. While Glenn and Maggie sat in front of you on the steps, and Lori was sitting in a rocking chair behind you on your left reading some book she's found.

"You look like you should be in line for the early brid special." Maggie teases Glenn, making you refrain from giggling at her while she takes Dales hat off his head. "Go get your cap. I'll wash it for you, okay?" She says to him making him nod and stand as Andrea and T, who had been keeping watch by the barn both head straight up the hill for you all. Obviously looking for the same answer to the question you'd been wondering almost all day now. You push off the beam of the porch you'd been leaning on when T looks up at you. "Do you know what's going on?" T asks up at you but before you can answer him, Andrea butts in while you step down the stairs to stand beside Maggie and Glenn. "Where is everyone?" She adds also looking over at you. "You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asks them both confused before looking over at you.

You shrug your shoulders, "He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago.." you state flatly, your tone slightly aggravated as you see Daryl and Carol walking back up to the house as well. Your boyfriend seems less guilt ridden than when he left, but obviously concerned that you three hadn't left yet, and thankfully Carol looks like she might actually know her place. "Yeah you were. What the hell?" He asks aggravated as well but with a more gentle eyes as he was looking directly at you. "Rick told us he was going out." Carol states equally as confused as Glenn was. You shake your head with an eye roll while throwing your hands up, obviously sore on the whole subject, having wanted to leave this morning like planned, but instead here you all were. Wasting even more precious daylight. "Damn it. Isn't anybody taking this seriously?" Daryl questions towards the whole group, obviously as upset now as you were. He paces away from you as you step towards him, "We got us a damn trail." He says as he slings his arm in the direction we were supposed to have been already searching today.

You watch Daryl for a second before your eyes catch your other brother walking up in front of him. Shane was marching towards the house as of on a mission, with the entire bag of guns on one shoulder, your assault rifle on the other, and a shot gun in his hand. He looked like he was ready for a fight and you immediately knew he was ready to clear the barn, with or without Hershel's blessing. "Oh, here we go." Daryl says as he takes a few more steps towards your very pissed off looking brother. "What's all this?" Daryl asks kind of confused as he points to the guns, more specifically your rifle on his shoulder. "You with me, man?" Shane asks Daryl as he eyes him down with a serious look. "Yeah.." Daryl says gruffly before taking the loaded shot gun from your brothers hand. Shane marches up to you next, "Ya with me, sis?" He questions down at you, holding out your assault rifle to you. His eyes blazing with an anger you hadn't seen before from him. He was done waiting, done walking on eggshells for the man who kept a barn full of walkers, done with his ass backwards logic about the walkers who wouldn't hesitate to tear you all apart of given the chance.