In the End (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

•Chapter 14•

Your POV

The discussion now was whether we needed to hold our ground or leave the prison. I refused to be a part of any of the arguments, telling them to just decide and that I didn't care. With my body healing, I hardly had the strength to get out of bed, let alone argue. Not to mention that mentally, I was not okay.

Every time I slept I had nightmares about the Governor. Horrible, vivid nightmares that had me waking up in cold sweats. And the cherry on top was that I was still heartbroken about Daryl leaving. I didn't cry about it anymore, but that didn't mean that it hurt any less.

While we were gone a group of people had shown up at the prison. Carl had found them in the tombs and brought them to a safe room before locking them in. Rick, who was currently going through another episode, kicked them out. Before they left, they told us that they had gotten in through a breach, which meant that the parts of the prison that we hadn't cleared were also full of walkers. Overall, our situation was terrible whether we decided to leave or not.

Although, the woman who was with everyone when I got rescued became part of our group, at least at the moment anyway. Her name was Michonne, a fit dark dark-skinned woman with long dreadlocks. She carried a sword with her and had a rather tough exterior, but she seemed like she could be a nice person once you got to know her.

I was lying on my bed in my cell when there was a knock on the bars. I slowly rolled my head to the side to look, seeing Maggie standing there. She was holding a sleeping Judith in her arms. "Hey," she greeted softly with a slight smile.

"Hey," I replied, pushing myself to sit up with a wince.

She came in and sat beside me, asking, "You wanna hold her?" I nodded slowly, holding my arms out. She passed me the baby gently.

I rocked Judith slightly, making soft hushing sounds as she stirred slightly. She went back to sleep, her small fingers clutching mine. For the first time since I got back, I cracked a smile. "She's such a sweet girl," I said quietly.

"She is," Maggie agreed, smiling as she leaned over to look at the sleeping baby.

At that moment, we both had a mutual understanding. We both just wanted to forget what happened to us—what was done to us. It happened, but we weren't going to let this hang over us. With time, my nightmares would cease and my physical wounds would heal—though there'd be permanent scars. But in the end, we both knew that we weren't alone and that we could move forward.

I was pulled from my thoughts by loud gunfire. At first, it was just one shot, and I thought that maybe somebody was just shooting a walker. But when rapid shots began to fire off, I knew something was wrong.

Maggie and I both jumped up, me sucking a breath in through my teeth at the pain that shot through my legs. But I ignored it and hurriedly placed Judith in her crib as Maggie looked out the window.

"What's going on?" I called out to her from the bottom of the stairs.

She came running down the stairs two at a time, "They came for us!" She didn't even have to say who for me to know what she meant. The two of us quickly grabbed the assault rifles and a shotgun as I slid my pistols into my holsters.

I carried two and she carried two as we ran out into the prison yard. "Beth!" She shouted. Beth ran over and took the AR and the shotgun before hiding behind the wall where Carl was once again.

Maggie and I dove behind two filing cabinets as someone in the watchtower shot at us. "Carol go!" I yelled as I fired a few shots at the guy with my AR.

Carol, who had been lying on the ground using Axel's body as a shield, made a run for it to where Beth and Carl were. She took the AR from Beth as I continued to fire at the guy in the watch tower. He shot back and almost hit me, so I ducked behind the filing cabinet once again, panting slightly.