Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Fourteen

When I get to the road I find the group stood on the bridge, waiting for the walkers that were following us to get closer.

I stand next to Rick, already knowing the plan and turn to face the walkers as they get close.

As a walker gets close I move towards the edge, not realising how close I already am, I gasp softly as I foot slips a little but I feel a hand grab my arm and pull me towards them, potentially saving my life. I look over to see Glenn holding my arm.

As we all trick the walkers into falling off of the bridge I glance over to see Sasha reaching for her knife as she walks towards one of the walkers.

"Sasha... stop." I say to try and stop her but she just starts going on a killing spree for all of the walkers that come her way. "Oh for fuck sake Sasha! Stop!" I yell as I grab my knife, starting to kill any walker that comes towards me.

As my knife gets stuck in the skull of one of the walkers I killed, I quickly crouch down, desperately trying to prise it out of the bone. While I'm doing that, I gasp when I feel cold, rotting hands on my arm and I look up at the person to see its a walker, about to bite me.

Just as it opens its mouth, I manage to get my knife out of the Walker on the floor, lift my knife but know I wont be able to kill it in time. I watch as its jaws start to close.

Just as I've accepted my fate, that I'm gonna be bitten, the walker jolts away and I look up to see Daryl throw it aggressively to the floor and stamp on its head, killing it instantly. I look at him for a second before running over and killing the last walker, panting heavily. 

Filled with all of the rage I've hidden from the past few weeks, months, years of my life, I turn to Sasha, lunge at her and pin her to the floor, straddling her hips, slapping her, hard across the face and holding my knife to her throat. The cold, cruel, violent person I was when I first joined the group in Atlanta almost three years ago coming forward now to defend me.

"You bitch... I told you to stop! You are not the only person here! You're not the only person that's lost someone! Maggie lost her sibling too but she isn't putting everyone else's life in danger just because she's fucking angry! You almost got me killed! So you need to buck the hell up before someone dies because of you! You selfish sack of shit! I don't care how much your hurting! We protect our own! We don't put them in danger like that!"

Just as I say that last part I feel the hands of Abraham on my arms, pulling me off of Sasha and moving me away from her, I look back to see Daryl just watching.

"That's enough! Drop it, Robyn." Rick yells as he hold his hand up to me before starting to walk again.

I shove Abrahams hands off of me, grab my weapon and walk into the woods, obviously seething with rage.

Michonne goes to over to Daryl. "Aren't you gonna follow her?"

"Nah." He replies and simply keeps walking.

"Why not? That's your girlfriend. She almost died less than a minute ago, and just attacked one of her friends. You don't think that's something you need to check on?"

Daryl just stops walking and looks at Michonne. "Would you follow me into the woods, after I lashed out on someone like that? No, you wouldn't. He's the exact same as me. Dont treat her different just 'cuz she's a woman. She can handle herself just fine."

He watches as she shakes her head and he carries on walking.

After a while of wandering through the woods to cool off, I come back and find everyone searching through cars. I join in to help them. Once all of the cars were searched I lay on my back on a dirt bank at the side of the road and look up at him as Abraham sits next to me. Sasha sat as far away from me as possible.

I watch him as he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing the top, drinking some, then silently handing it to me. I look up at him, then at the bottle before sitting up and taking the bottle with a quiet 'fuck it', drinking some and pulling a box of smokes from my bag, lighting it.

As I light the cigarette, there's a rustling in the trees across from us. Everyone braces up, ready to fight, except me. "It's just Daryl, calm the fuck down." I say to them all exactly as Daryl appears from the thick shrubbery.

"How do you know that?" Abraham asks, looking at me.

"We're both trackers. Added to the fact that you guys didn't hear him until a second before you saw him, you'd hear a walker dragging its feet and groaning from a mile away."

"We didn't hear him until he wanted us to hear him. Smart, Robyn. Very smart." He says, almost to himself, as Daryl talks to Rick.

I keep smoking and drinking while looking at the floor, only looking up when I hear Daryl coming over, I look up at him as he stands in front of me, he gestures to the ground beside me. "Can I?" 

"If you want... Can't stop ya." I mumble and take another drag of my cigarette.

Daryl slowly and quietly sits next to me, just looking forward.

"I know I've been distancing myself from you, but... I feel like... I have to bec-"

"Because you're scared to get close to people like you did with Beth, because it'll hurt more if and when they go."

"... exactly." he mumbles under his breath, still looking forward.

"Daryl, you didn't so much as look at me all week... we went from being constantly touching or being close to each other to you not even looking at me within a matter of seconds at that Hospital. Just having you so close to me is making me feel better..."

"I know. I'm... sorry. I shouldn't have let this get between us. I do still want to be with you. If you... still want me?" He says, keeping his eyes on the ground.

I look up at him, putting my cigarette out in the dirt. "Yes Daryl, I would love to still be with you."

He smiles a tiny bit as he pulls me close and hugs around my waist, burying his face in my neck as I grip tightly onto him.

"I... love you, Robyn. I love you."

"I love you too... more than anything."

"The... the way you blindly support me and, knew exactly what was going on in my head before I even told you made me realise just how made for each other we are..."

I hum softly and smile a little at his words as I feel him rummage a little in his pocket.

"Robyn, I know its not really... logical to do this- given that the world is in pieces, and we wont be able to make it a big thing, it'll be immediate if you agree, so feel free to say no... but... Will you... marry me, Robyn?" He pulls a beautiful silver band from his pocket as he pulls away from the hug a little to hold it up to me.

"Are... are you serious...?" I ask, obvious and understandable shock taking over me.

"Very. I've never been more sur of anything. You're my best friend..."

"Then... uh- yes. I would love to be your immediate wife Daryl." 

He smiles a little and puts the ring on my finger, pulling a second ring from his pocket and putting it on his own hand. 

"I love you Daryl Dixon."

"I love you too... Robyn Dixon..."