Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~50~ (Lemon)

   It didn't take long for everyone to explain how they escaped the prison. How they all made it here. What happened once they got here. When they realized what this place truly was. Thank god, nobody ate any of that sick ass, foul meat they tried to serve to them. It was relief that was short lived when Glenn out right asked how you were alive. You re explained that you had no idea, and told them about what Jenner had told Rick. That you were immune. Needless to say, Rosita stopped staring at you with jealousy and started staring at you with a strange, burning envy? Well, this was gonna be fun to mess with her. She seemed easy to rial, and you definitely were gonna annoy the shit out of her for shits an giggles if she didn't change her attitude towards you. Just because you genuinely liked her spit fire and give em' hell attitude. The dorky ass guy however, Eugene, had started staring at you with a gaze that you did not like at all. You couldn't tell if he wanted to fuck you or dissect you. Probably both. Daryl however couldn't stop glaring at the scientist. To the point to literally you had to be touching your husband somehow, some way, just so he didn't throttle Eugene. It would honestly be comical if you all weren't on the verge of being these cannibals next meal. Abraham told you all about the mission he'd acquired, getting Eugene to DC. How the scientist knew how to stop all of this. Where it started. How when he shared that with Gareth, he simply winked at him. Then immediately pulled guns on Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, and Eugene. "Right back to our regularly scheduled shit show." Abraham had said. All the while, you'd passed out your other three throwing knife's. Keeping one for yourself, giving one to Maggie, Carl, and Rick. You wanted to give one to Daryl, but he'd given it to Mags just to help ease her nerves.

Everyone else with a blade, including yourself had used the blades to pull up nails from the wooden floor boards beneath your feet. They were long, two or three inches long. Whoever had a belt removed it, breaking the end of the square buckles off if they could. Wrapping the belts around fists, using the nails and broken buckles as make shift, sharp ass brass knuckles. While everyone prepares, Shane uses the watch Hershel had given Glenn, to saw a chunk of sharp wood from one of the support beams within the train car. Michonne had turned her swords sheath into a double ended spear with scraps from her now ripped up shirt and two sharp chunks of wood Shane had sawn for her. All the while, Daryl, Abraham, and you kept watch. A silence over taking all of you as you prepare to fight tooth and nail out of here. Prepared to go down together. To die together if that's was what was going to happen. Either way, you could feel it, just like everyone else did. The calm before the real shit show began. Four men head towards the train car. All of them armed to the teeth with rifles and knifes. Laughing as they headed towards your train car. Taunting your family as they all freeze at the misleading, almost merry sound of the men. Your teeth grit, "All right. We got four of them pricks comin' our way." Daryl drawls out quietly. Voice low, dark and very pissed off. Shane rips the watch from the wooden beam, saw dust flying out of the six inch ridge he'd sawed out. "Y'all know what to do." Rick says as everyone gathers at the door. Preparing to rush the men. To overwhelm them. "Go for the eyes first- then the throat." You add in a reminder as you roll your shoulders, readying yourself. Your eyes meeting your husband's worried blue eye gaze for a moment before both of you settle on the metal door of the train car when three bangs radiate from the outside. "Put your backs to either sides of the car- Now!!" A man roars from outside. Rick looks back at you and you nod, readying yourself to die with them all of them.

Another bang and footsteps sound above you all. On the roof of the train car, and your gaze snaps up. "Heads up.." you whisper seriously and a few look up, while others keep their gazes trained on the door. The top hatch in the middle opens, and you glare at the silhouette of the man above you, blinking a few times as the bright sunlight sears your eyes. He drops something, right at your feet and your eyes widen. "Flash bang!" You yell instinctively shoving Daryl back as you move. "Move!" Abraham yells as everyone moves back in a hurry. It goes off, and though your eyes close, it flashes through your eye lids. The loud ass explosive echoing off the metal walls making your ears ring. Head immediately splitting at the loud ear piercing sound in such close corridors. Not having the time to cover your ears as you made sure the shrapnel wouldn't strike your husband. You think you growled or maybe even groaned in pain as you stumbled into Daryl who did his best to hold you up as he stumbled blindly into you. The smoke from the grenade filling all of your lungs making you all cough violently when you can't get a good breath in. Someone grabs your arms from behind, ripping you from Daryl, and you knew it wasn't one of your people. So you slam your skull into his face, making him release you. Whirling you blink through the tears that welled up in your eyes from the explosion and thick white smoke. Kicking another in the knee, and punching another right in the face. Then your struck in the back of the head with something cold and hard, maybe a bat?