In the End (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

•Chapter 6•

Your POV

To conserve gas, we got down to just the RV, a car, and Daryl's bike. After moving our stuff into the car and RV, everyone started getting into their respective vehicles.

I made my way toward the RV, but stopped when I heard Daryl call out, "Where you going?"

"The RV?" I replied, looking back at him from the doorway as I held onto the railings.

"Nah, you're taking the bike," he said as if he had decided for me.

I looked up at Dale, who was sitting behind the driver's seat, with a 'you hearing this?' expression. He shrugged but motioned for me to go. I shrugged back and let go of the railing and made my way over to Daryl who was sitting on his bike.

I climbed on the back, holding his shoulders for balance. He started the bike and I moved my hands from his shoulders to his waist as he slowly started to drive, the RV and the car following behind us. When we got on the highway, I rested my hands on my thighs as we drove. I was pretty comfortable on the bike since I had ridden plenty of times before.

We rode for a while, coming to a spot where there were a bunch of abandoned cars. We weaved in and out of them, the RV squeezing through most of it. But it suddenly blew a hose. I jumped from the loud popping sound and grabbed onto Daryl's waist.

"Sorry," I apologized quietly, taking my hands off of him as we came to a stop.

"It's fine," he replied.

We made our way over to the group as they all got out of their vehicles. "I said it. Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water," Dale said.

"Problem, Dale?" Shane asked.

"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of..." he cut himself off, realizing that we were surrounded by cars with usable parts, "Okay, that was dumb."

"If you can't find a radiator hose here..." Shane added, summing it up.

"There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find," Daryl said, rummaging through a car trunk.

T-Dog began to walk toward the cars as well, "I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start."

"Maybe some water," Carol suggested.

"Food," Glenn added.

"This is a graveyard," Lori spoke up, "I don't know how I feel about this."

"Well if this is a graveyard, call me a graverobber 'cause I'm not letting all this stuff go to waste," I replied, beginning to dig through another abandoned car.

Everyone else started looking around too, taking anything they thought could be of use. After a few minutes, I had a small collection of clothes and some knives. I dumped them in the RV and made my way over to Lori, Carol, Sophia, and Carl.

We were going through them when Rick ran over, whispering, "Lori, Y/N! Under the cars!" I ducked underneath one, Rick getting under the same one a moment later. Lori and Carol got under another. Which left Carl under one and Sophia under another.

I held my breath holding my knife tightly in my hand as I laid as flat as possible. I looked over at the kids, holding a finger to my lips and trying to seem as calm as possible. Obviously, I was panicking a little, but as long as we stayed quiet we would be okay.

After a minute, the walker's legs stopped passing by. We all waited, making sure they were far enough away before we got up. Sophia started to shuffle out and I tried to motion for her to stop, but it was too late.

A walker spotted her and started trying to climb under the car to get her. She crawled out the other side and two walkers started chasing her down into the woods.