desire - daryl dixon x oc

4 - hes mine

Days passed, not even sure how many. The plan was to find a shelter for the night, and then leave in the morning to scavenge through the deep woods. In result, we didn't find anyone, just a couple of stray walkers roaming around.

We sat down in the old-fashioned living room of a small cottage in the woods, eating whatever scraps of food which was left behind. A stray dog strolled around every now and again, whining for attention. Beth and I attempted to persuade Daryl to let him inside, keeping it safe from the deadly creatures roaming outside yet he denied our request.

"Imma give that mutt another chance" Grunted Daryl standing up and wiping the crumbs off of his hands onto his thighs and approaching the door. It creaked on its hinges and we heard a loud grunt and a yell. I stood up immediately with my knife in hand and ran to the door, a large of walkers on the other side as Daryl attempted to slam it shut.

"Beth, crack a window get your shit and get outta here!" Yelled out Daryl as he moved to open the door, giving up and allowing the walkers to enter the petite cottage. We took a few steps back with our weapons held up to prepare for attack.

"I'm not leaving you guys!" Beth screamed back in a panic, pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Go out, go up the road we'll meet you there" Shouted Daryl as we led the walkers through the house, attempting to finish them one by one. Glass shattering echoed throughout the cottage due to the thin weak walls and I felt thankful knowing that beth was at safety. Frantically, we took down each and every walker that came to us, blood splattered across my clothes due to the violent stabbing through the skulls. Once we had slaughtered every single one, we ran out of the house expecting to hear words of the joyful blonde girl. But instead of seeing Beth, all we saw was a car driving off. Yet we knew that Beth didn't know how to drive.

"Beth!" We screamed out, running after the car and not stopping, until it eventually turned to a heavy daylight and we were still jogging. We eventually slowed down the pace and began to walk as we couldn't help but imagine if something terrible happened to the sweetest girl left in this world. Daryl dropped his crossbow to the ground causing me to flinch and he sat down on the concrete , without a thought i did the same. We sat in silence for hours, the only thing we heard was each others raspy breaths.

A devious chuckle was heading towards us which caused my head to lift up to the source of sound.
"Hey, I'm Joe" The deep voice approached us as he now stood infront of Daryl. But there stood about 5 men alongside him as-well.

Days passed, Joe's group pressured us into joining with them due to the fact that they were one man down. And wouldn't stop complaining that they needed to fill the spot. Signs of a community called Terminus were around everywhere, and I assumed we were taking the chance of going.

"Getting closer" Announced Joe keeping an optimistic mood as Daryl asked where we were going. I dragged my feet and walked behind them all, not wanting to be with the redneck group.

"Anna pick up the pace come on don't be a little whiny bitch" Chuckled a raspy voice. I grit my teeth and shoved past the man, now walking in front of the stuck up group of men.
In the mere distance we noticed a campfire and smoke filling the night sky, Joe decided to lead us to the fire yet my gut feeling told me that there would be trouble.

Joe immediately pulled a gun at a man's temple and started to laugh at the sight, "Oh dearie me, you screwed up asshole. You hear me you screwed up." Joe started to count from mississippi's to pull the trigger and then daryl spoke.

"Joe!" Daryl yelled out, the man and the woman sitting next to him looked at daryl in utter shock. "Hold up. these people your gonna let 'em go, these are good people," Daryl placed down his crossbow, "Just take it from me"

I stood next to daryl and I pulled my gun into my waistband, Joes men started to drag Daryl and push him against the car throwing punches at his gut. "Stop!" I yelled out trying to pull the men off Daryl.
One of Joes men, I didn't even bother to learn his name opened the car door, pulling out a young teenage boy.

"You leave him be!" Shouted the man held at gunpoint.

"First we'll beat Daryl to death, then good ol' Annabelle, then we'll have your girl, then the kid. Then i'm gonna shoot you," Chuckled Joe.

One of Joes men had the young boy on the ground, sitting ontop of him and stopping him from squirming. I pulled out my gun from my waistband and aimed it at the man, "Let him go" I growled.

"Let him go!" Yelled the man at gun point, he threw his head back hitting Joe in the nose and causing Joe to fire the gun. He stood up and swung a punch at Joes face.

I felt a weight coming up behind me, Len grabbed me and held me in a chokehold, causing me to drop my gun and I gasped for air. I looked to the young boy which was now crying and the man ontop of him unbuckling his belt.

"Get away from him!" Yelled the boys father. Joe got in the way and grabbed him.

"What the hell you gonna do now sport?" Joe asked. The man viciously bit down on Joes neck and ripped out a chunk of flesh, causing him to gurgle and drop to the ground as blood spewed out.

Len let go of me, shoving me to the ground, the woman turned the gun on her and fired it at another man, then shooting down the two men beating Daryl.

The father stood up, taking joes knife and said, "He's mine" And then walking up to the man who had his son held. He gutted the man, stabbed him repeatedly till all we saw was red.

"Rick" Called out Daryl causing him to stop and drop the knife.

"Who.. who is- who is this" Rick said in a raspy voice walking over to me and pointing. "She one of these?" He asked unsteadily while pointing at the dead bodies.

"Nah man, she's one of us" Daryl responded causing Rick to nod and walk over to his s0n, taking him into his arms for a hug and not letting him go.

"Thats Carl, Michonne" Daryl said while pointing at the woman and the boy. "This is Annabelle" He grunted, looking over to me and sending me a quick nod.