Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Career Day

Parker instinctively put a hand over her stomach as she stared at the masses of men surrounding them, enclosing them in a circle. "Good," A familiar-sounding voice boomed. It belonged to a man with gray hair, sharp features, and cold eyes. He stepped into the inner circle, standing in front of the group with his arms open. "You made it. Welcome to where you're going. We'll take your weapons." He pointed a gun at Carl and Parker stepped in front of him without thinking about what she was doing. "Now."

"We can talk about-"

"We're done talking," The man interrupted Rick before he could even get out a full sentence. "Time to listen." Then there were people taking the weapons off of them, taking away their guns, knives, and whatever else, leaving them defenseless. The man standing before them pulled Carl's gun from his belt, looking at it. "That's yours, right?" Carl didn't say anything and the man nodded, leaning down so he was at eye level. "Yeah, it's yours." He grabbed the brim of Carl's hat, nearly knocking it off before walking over to Maggie, Rick, Abraham, and Aaron, who were all still holding the stretcher Maggie was lying on. "Okay," The man commented, staring at the four. "Let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover."

"Hold up," Abraham snapped as the Saviors walked forward to take care of Maggie. "We got it." Parker looked around briefly, just now noticing the RV, her eyes darting around until they landed on a battered and bruised Eugene.

"Sure, sure," He agreed, raising his hands as he and his men backed away. They carefully helped Maggie off the stretcher and onto her knees, Rick and Abraham helping her down before Abraham knelt down next to her. Parker stood behind the two as the gray-haired man neared them. "Gonna need you on your knees," He whispered as he passed by Rick. This wasn't something Rick was used to. He wasn't used to being in a situation like this. They had close encounters in the past, but when he realized that everything had worked out the way the Saviors wanted and that he was responsible for leading his people into this trap, he knew there was no way out. 

They would be shot twenty times if they moved a muscle that suggested they were about to make a run for it. Rick met Parker's gaze and knelt down. When he did, Parker got the message. Abraham looked up at her and offered her a hand, helping her down to the ground carefully. When she was down, Parker turned to Abraham, nodding her thanks, revealing a small smile in return. They were together. Rick had said that they'd be fine if they were together. "Dwight!" Just from how the older man carried himself, Parker had the feeling that he had some type of authority over these people.

"Yeah?" Answered a blonde man with a massive scar covering half of his face, emerging from the swarm.

"Let's get the other ones. Right now. Chop chop.." Dwight gave the gray-haired man a quick nod before walking over to the back of a truck and swinging open the back door. Parker choked back a sob as she saw Dwight grab Daryl by the arm and drag him out of the truck. He was covered in blood and his skin was ghostly pale, filling Parker with more worry. Seeing those arrows in the walker had instilled a fear in her like no other, but knowing that Daryl had been taken and was currently injured made it ten times worse. 

When they dragged him out of the back of the truck, the first person he looked for was Parker. His eyes landed on Carl first, moving down the line of his people until they landed on his wife, and when he saw the worried look in her eyes, he cursed that she was here, watching as the color drained from her face. He had prayed that she would be back home, hidden behind the walls of Alexandria where she would be safe from all of this. Instead, there she was, kneeling on the ground next to Abraham as she watched him, Rosita, Michonne, and then Glenn get pulled out of the truck and forced into the line. Daryl was pushed harshly to the ground next to Parker, and he could barely bring himself to look at her. If they died, he would never forgive himself for being distant from her after Denise's death.