Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 115: Sick To My Stomach

A/N: Song is, (Tattoo, by Loreen.)

Double A/N:......IM SORRY😭

But I think I make up for last chapter here...maybe.

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I ducked and weaved from hiding place to hiding place, cover to cover, doing my best to avoid getting shot as I made my way over to the main courtyard, however, when I got there...

Things were so much worse than just a shootout...

The fence had been blown in...the main gate had been run down, and...and Andrea's group had let walkers loose into the prison, not only that, but I could see more stumbling their way out of the treeline, attracted by the noise...

The fire...the debris...the bullets flying everywhere...

I began to feel dizzy...overwhelmed even, and instantly doubled over, throwing up everything in my stomach, too stressed to keep it down or keep myself in check.

Before I could even recover, I was knocked down and pinned to the ground by a walker that had snuck up on me.

I was so caught up in everything, I...I could hardly even realise what the hell was going on. It was like everything inside me was just just running on autopilot and adrenaline...

I struggled to hold the walker back from biting me as I tried to recover my strength and think clearly, but the longer I struggled, the more sick...the more stressed, I felt.

All I could even think about was not dying. Not here. Not now. Not even for myself, but...for the life inside me.

It's all I could think about.

I had to survive. For them.

So I pushed through it...I ignored the pain and tiredness from my body as I screamed out, using every bit of strength I had within me to push the walker off of me, then quickly grabbed the rifle and blew it's brains out.

I took a single breath before I noticed another group of walkers stumbling their way over. A single breath.

I didn't have a break. I didn't have a moment to catch my breath. And I couldn't afford to stop and think.

I wanted to throw up again, but did my best to force it down, trying to keep myself up and keep going.

I instantly started running away from the walkers rather than fighting them. I didn't have the bullets and I didn't have the strength to fight them.

I just wanted to find the others and get the hell out of here...

I ran and ran. Dodging between walls and cover, shooting anything and anyone I came across, too focused on my goal to even consider anything else.

My whole body was screaming at me. I wanted to throw up my guts. My heart felt like it was about to come out my mouth and I could hardly feel my legs despite them shaking so much. My were just as bad, constantly shaking as my mind was racing nonstop on high alert.

I was running on pure adrenaline.

I had never been so...afraid...in all my life.

Every corner I turned, there was a walker or bullet ready to greet me, and at every turn I only just managed to miss it.

I was running on reflex...on instinct...
because I could only think of one thing...

What had happened to Dalilah years ago...and now...what had happened to Dale...