Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~53~

   The next morning everyone was sore from the wreck. Well, aside from you anyway. You walked off the stiff soreness pretty quickly after you'd gotten up and moving. Even though you sported a nasty dark bruise down your left shoulder blade, and a bit down your bicep now. Not to mention there was also one under your hair on your scalp, but you didn't even feel any of it. Not unless someone poked at it. Daryl was the one who checked you out this morning and was a bit baffled you couldn't feel it until he lightly touched it. Which was the only reason you believed him about your shoulder blade, because you couldn't exactly see that one. The one down your bicep wasn't too bad, and it looked to be from where you slammed into the seat back that Glenn and Maggie had been in. The shoulder you imagined was from hitting the ceiling or maybe the side of the bus when y'all landed up side down. Daryl was certain it was from when your body flew from his grasp, though he tried his best to hold you to him. The force of the impact just ripped you right away from him, and he was still kicking himself for it this morning. It only made you want to drag him into the back to show him you were just fine. Unfortunately, you didn't have time for that this morning. Not when Rick, Shane, and Abraham were already debating where to find another ride. All the while Rosita and Maggie were trying to vote to stay for another day or two because everyone was still banged up. Abraham shut that idea down rather quickly, even despite you pointing out it wouldn't be the end of the world if y'all did. Arguing the same argument Rosita had, the simple fact that none of you were at 100%.

Tara pointed out that her and Rosita tapped out the rest of the toilet water of the library last night. That the nearest river was five miles away and we should probably hit that first for water. Rick agreed and then said we should raid the town for supplies since most of the spare food burned in the bus yesterday. Abraham then stated that we didn't need to waste time on heading to the river. Not when we had a new ride that just so happened to have five hundred gallons of water on it. When everyone looked at him like he'd finally lost it, he pulled back the cardboard that had been tapped to the glass window panes of the library. Revealing a fire tuck sitting out in front of the huge, red brick fire house, right across the street. Nobody could argue with that, especially if it would run. So all of you packed up quickly, and headed across the road. As Abraham, Rick, and Shane search the fire truck, the rest of you eye it. It looked like it had been ran through a herd large of walkers. Most of the red on it wasn't the classic fire engine red paint. It was damn near coated in a thick lair of dried blood and guts.

Michonne was the one to ask what the rest of you were thinking. "Um- how the hell are all of us going to fit in there?" She asks as she glances over at Rick questionably. "We can squeeze." Abraham says as he walks between Rick and Michonne, earning an annoyed side glare from her. "There's what- nineteen of us? Ain't no fuckin' way we can all squeeze in there, Abraham." You state flatly. Shane nods in agreement, "Yeah. There ain't even a trunk to cram (Y/n/n) into." He states half seriously to Abraham, looking over at you with an
amused gleam in his eyes. "Could always strap ya to the roof, I guess." Shane teases lightly. Carl snickers at that, and you just roll your eyes, "Smartass. I vote we strap you to the fuckin' roof." you state back with a playful glare before you look at Abraham for a brief moment than to Rick. You sigh lightly, "Gonna go see if we can't find another set of wheels. Won't go farther than a block or two. Hollar if ya need me. I'll hear ya." You say to your twin who instantly nods in complete agreement.

As you turn to walk off Aberham snaps his attention to you, "The hell do ya think you're going?" He snaps as he rips open the front door to the fire truck. You don't turn around still walking as you say, "To get another set of wheels." You repeat flatly, before spinning around to walk backwards with a shit eating smile on your face. Abraham's mouth shuts as you level a warning glare on him, "I don't need your god damn permission either, Sargent. Ya best remember who you're speakin' to in that tone. I won't let that shit slide a second time." You say sweetly. He must of gotten the warning loud and clear, because he swallows his retort. Nodding once rather curtly, "Undstood.. sir." He grumbles begrudgingly, making you smile as you spin around again. It was an actual effort not to snicker at that as Michonne and Shane both run up beside your left. To match the pace with you and Daryl to your right. They were all three smirking smugly at you, enjoying the fact you put Abraham's attitude in place. At least knocked it down a peg or two. As soon as you four round the corner, Shane elbowed your arm. "Good on ya." Shane commented, every bit the proud big brother. You snicker finally, "He forgets I out rank him. I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't like remindin' him of that fact." You state to them. Daryl and Shane chuckle at that, and Michonne grins. "I think he forgets your stubborn as hell." She adds with a smug grin. You grin as well, "Most definitely. Can't let anyone forget that." You tease over at her. She laughed lightly at that as y'all come around a corner and all of you stop dead in your tracks. Your grin sticks, "Well- look at that." You say proudly as you cross your arms. There right across the street sat a car lot surrounded by a chain link fence, also looking completely untouched.