Broken Wings (Daryl dixon x Reader)

Chapt. 3: Not My Father

Later on that night, we were all sitting around the campfire joking and telling stories.

I began to stare into the fire lost in thought. I began thinking back to what the world was before. Before it was full of grief and sorrow. I was used to this myself, being surrounded by tragedy but how were others handling it? I blinked my eyes and reminded myself, that none of the dead were my loss. After all my family was dead, and the dead walking around now wasn't anyone I knew.

"So Y/N, what did you do before?" I heard Austin ask pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh um, I was in the funeral business," I replied and that caught everyone's attention.

"Wait seriously?" Austin said surprised. I nodded my head,

"That's how I know Shane and Rick, they were there during house calls.."

"Huh, honestly, one would think that you all would have been the first to go."

"Yea, we did what we could even after the world went to crap." I was watching my language because of the children nearby. "But it got to be too much for Tyler and me to handle. So we figured to pack up and head out." Amy got up and began to leave.

"Where are you going?" Andrea asked

"I have to pee, geez, you try to be discreet around here." She said before walking off causing everyone to laugh.

"So is Tyler your dad?" Austin asked.

"No he is just my boss, he...he did take care of me after my family passed away, before." I wanted this conversation to end I hated talking about that night. Even after so many years, it was still hard to talk about and I was still weary about fires.

"Hey, we are out of toilet paper!" I heard Amy yell, and then she screamed. We all turned to look and there were the dead. The dead were all around us like predators surrounding their prey. I grabbed a shovel that was nearby and held it out as we began killing the dead.

I began to whack one against the head before taking the knife that was in my boot and stabbing it through the ear to get to the brain easier. I hated just stabbing them in the head or through the eye. It was mutilating their bodies just stabbing and hitting willy-nilly. These were people's loved ones before they became monsters.

Suddenly, while I was on the ground putting the monster down, something grabbed my boot, and turning around it was one of the dead. I tried hitting it with the shovel but it was a rather large one, so that didn't do anything. Suddenly a gunshot rang out and it hit the ground. I looked up and it was Tyler who came over and helped me up.

"Did it bite you?" He said looking down at my shoe.

"No, thank you."

"No problem," he turned around and began shooting the ones coming towards us. I stood there in shock as he just shot the dead, how could he mutilate people's loved ones like this? Before I knew it, it was all over just as fast as it began.

"Why did you freeze up?" Tyler asked turning around and looking at me.

"You just, shot them?"

"Well, yea? They were attacking us"

"They were loved by someone at a point. They may be dead but now look at them their faces.. They are destroyed now how can anyone say goodbye to them in that shape? Do you know how hard it is to prepare someone without wax? Without anything to do it?" Tyler just looked at me, with a look of shock and disappointment.

"Excuse me? Alright Number 1, I have been in this a lot longer than you have. Number 2 no one is coming back to find them. They would have been put down already if that were the case."