(HERSHEL RHEE)
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(THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON)
|Season 1 to ?|
|Slow Burn|
|Not a standalone, need to read book one first|
(Extremely slow updates)
*I do not own anything from the creator of The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon or plot, only my OCs...
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FATHER DARYL AND HIS CHILDREN-011
A/N: French will be italicized andBold
The children had tied both Cassie's and Daryl's hands behind their backs, keeping the father and daughter at spare point as they were herded towards the children's camp. Hershel, Laurent, Isabelle, and Sylvie were behind them; the young French boy was huddled behind the two woman who were making sure Laurent was protected.
Cassie glanced behind her, her blue eyes meeting Hershel's brown eyes. His eyes were laced with a bit of fear and concern, Hershel gave her a reassuring smile, that didn't reach his eyes. She let out a yelp, stumbling forwards when one of the kids nudged her with dull end of their spare.
She caught herself just before she lost her footing and sent the child a nasty glare. Hershel opened his mouth to say something to the child but was nudged in the ribs by Isabelle who shake her head, silently saying don't make them angry we don't know what they're capable of.
Keeping his mouth as the same child grabbed Cassie's arm roughly once they got to their camp. They stopped in front of the gate, Daryl looked up at the sign that read: Simone Veil.
He leaned slightly towards Isabelle and muttered. "What does that say?"
"It was a preschool." The woman replied, staring up at the rundown preschool that was now inhabited by a group of children.
Cassie and Daryl were grabbed again and was dragged through the gate into the camp. The father and daughter were shoved into their knees, before the group of children started chanting, and howling.
The teenager looked up and watched as what she assumed was the leader of the group of children came down the flights of stairs. When the girl came into sight, she looked to be a few years younger than her and Hershel and shouted something in French that caused the group of children to stop chanting.
"Shut up!" She ordered, and then asked. "What do you want?"
"Nothing. We're religious people." Isabelle spoke, looking up at the young girl. "Our mule broke down and we were stuck."
"Nuns. Nuns? " The girl said as she walked the rest of the way down the stairs. "So, you can recite Saint Joseph's prayer for mothers and fathers, no?"
Isabelle, Laurent, and Sylvie started to recite the prayer together. "Glorious St Joseph, grant us your paternal protection. Through the heart of our lord, we beg you...whose strength spreads to all our needs. and makes the impossible possible, to open your fatherly eyes upon your children's concerns. Amen,"
