In the End (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

•Chapter 1•

Your POV

"Hey, Glenn... You hear that?"

Bang!

"Yeah, and it sounds close."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Oh, that's not good."

We ran up to the roof, looking over the side as a man climbed up and closed the hatch of the military tank sitting in the street. A group of walkers were munching on what looked like a horse that went down next to the tank. There was also a bag of guns sitting in the street. This guy was in bad shape.

"Get the radio out," I told my friend, "See if you can reach the tank."

"Yeah, okay," he replied, pulling out the radio and flipping through channels. "Hey. Hey you. Dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank. Cozy in there?" He waited for a second before asking, "You alive in there?"

"Hello? Hello?" The man replied frantically. The voice sounded familiar.

"There you are," Glenn sighed with relief, "You had us wondering."

"Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?"

"Yeah, we can see you. You're surrounded by walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?"

"No."

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

"Oh man, you should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak out."

"Not helping," I scolded him.

"Got any advice for me?" The man in the tank asked.

"Yeah, I'd say make a run for it," Glenn replied.

"That's it? Make a run for it?"

"My way's not as dumb as it sounds. You've got eyes on the outside here. There's one geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. You with me so far?"

"So far."

"Okay. The street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. Got ammo?"

"In that duffle bag I dropped out there and guns. Can I get to it?"

"Forget the bag, okay? It's not an option. What do you have on you?"

"Hang on," there was silence for a moment before he returned, "I got a beretta with one clip, 15 rounds."

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, maybe 50 yards. Be there."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Have you been listening? You're running out of time."

Glenn then turned to me, "You stay here and be the eyes in the sky. Shoot any that are gonna be a problem."

"Got it," I nodded, taking the scoped rifle from my neck and aiming it down at the ones on the street. Glenn started to climb down the ladder as I shot the ones in the alley and on the street near the entrance. I could hear the man shooting as well.

I kept shooting as the two entered the alley, keeping them back as they climbed up the ladder to a small platform below where I was perched on the roof. Once they were safely above the ground, I let out a sigh of relief and sat back on the roof.

A few minutes later, Glenn emerged from the ladder and I stood to my feet. "You good?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm good. Nice job," he replied.