Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~61~

   A week later. Today started well. What you'd really hoped and wished the rest of your life here would be like here. Daryl woke you up with some earth shattering love making that left your knees a little shaken as you got dressed. "Don't want ya missin' me too badly." He'd said with a smug smirk at you as he got ready too. You watched him get ready with a light smile that couldn't be shaken off, even despite knowing he wouldn't be in your bed tonight. Yet, it didn't keep you from following him like his shadow to the garage to see him off. Where this whole past week, he'd managed to completely rebuild the bike Aaron had given him. It was an extremely badass, "Franken-bike" as he kept calling it. You definitely didn't know bikes like your husband dose, but he said it was a Nighthawk, well almost. Hence the franken-bike nickname he'd been referring to it as. Today however, he and Aaron were going to go on a run. A long one Aaron had warned. Daryl wasn't exactly clear on the details, simply because he wasn't entirely sure what to expect himself. You were exited for him though, but could tell he was kinda nervous about his first official run as a recruiter. Even if you kept telling him there was absolutely nothing to be nervous about. You knew it wouldn't turn out like Glenn, Tara, and Noah's first dry run with Aiden and Nicholas. Simply because Aaron wasn't a dickhead like Aiden was. It also helped that your husband seemed to genuinely like Aaron, a lot more than he'd ever say out loud. In reality you were relieved, because it meant that Daryl was in fact, slowly but surely, warming up to Alexandria.

In the seven days since the "welcoming party", you'd become acquainted with Deanna's husband, Reg Monroe. Who, had built all of the walls around Alexandria, as if Spencer would ever let you forget that fact. Now, Reg had already built two of the six guard towers in the inner walls. Technically three if you counted fixing the half falling apart one right by the front gate, which was your main post. You'd also gotten a pretty good routine down for your job as head of security at Alexandria. Honestly it was a cake walk compared to how you used to help Rick and Shane run the prisons guard, gate, and fence clearing shifts. Sasha, Rosita, and Carl where you first picks for guard shifts. Eric too of course. Considering that Eric seems to be as stubborn as your husband and insists on waking around to help, even if his ankle isn't exactly healed yet. Two brothers Sam and Seth also volunteered to guard and you agreed, but only after they proved they were actually decent shots. Apparently Sam was an amateur sport shooter, and Seth got into it after his big brother did. Both of them also used to elk hunt every fall with their father and grandfather. They weren't bad shots, definitely weren't as skilled as your group, but they weren't too shabby either. Sasha was appointed the main sniper and you had to fight Deanna for that position for her. Spencer threw a huge bitch fit about it to Deanna, which helped your case sure, but unfortunately you couldn't get him off your service indefinitely. Granted it wasn't without trying. According to Deanna, "He's a good shot, and he's my son. I want him to be on your service indefinitely. He deserves it." she'd annoyingly told you. Personally you didn't think that man child deserved jack shit. Carl was by far more mature than Spencer, and Carl is half that man's age. In the end you just had to grit your teeth and accept it because there was no getting rid of Spencer. Not unless you threw him over the wall and let the walkers take care of him. Which you'd debated doing about a hundred times this week already. So, as your own personal form of discipline, and flat out genuine pettiness, you gave Spencer the grave yard shift. In the one guard tower that over looks a small field where literally nothing ever happens. It pissed Spencer off, royally, and that just made you all the more smugly giddy. Unfortunately that ment every single moment he could, he would ask for a different tower, a different shift, a different anything he could think of to complain and annoy the absolute shit out of you. Especially because you always shut that shit down almost as fast as he could spew bullshit out of his mouth.

Later that evening after Daryl left, you were stood up in the main guard tower main the gate. Listening to the crickets singing in the blackness of night. It almost felt like you were back at the prison sometimes in moments of quite like this. Because even here, standing on this guard tower, you found yourself staring at the road. Worrying for your husband who had left earlier that morning with Aaron. Waiting for him even though he'd said he probably wouldn't be back for a few days at least. So you stand there, listing, watching for anything suspicious. All the while pondering how this day had started so well, only to end in what you'd classify as a grim reality check.  Glenn, Eugen, and Nicholas had come back from their run roughly four hours ago. Only to learn that only three of the five had come back mildly unscathed. That Tara was barely alive and bleeding profusely from the head wound she'd revived. Apparently fucking Aiden had shot at a walker that had grenades attached to the IBA vest. Despite Glenn trying to warn him, he was like his big brother and didn't fucking listen. His stupid ignorance had made the walkers grenades explode when he shot one, which inevitably had gotten him killed. Eaten alive by walkers in the end, but only after Glenn had no choice but to leave him behind. It was out of character for Glenn to leave someone behind, but apparently Nicholas abandoned all of them first. Which forced your best friend to leave Aiden behind. To top off that fiery catastrophe of a run, Nicholas, Glenn, and Noah ended up getting trapped in a revolving door. Cornered by walkers on both sides. Eugene came through after extracting Tara, thank god. The coward had come back for Glenn and Noah mainly as he'd said, and ended up leading away the walkers on the outside to allow them to escape. However, once a-fucking-gain, Nicholas panicked. Forced the revolving doors open enough to allow the walkers to tear Noah right from Glenn's arms. Noah was torn apart right in front of Glenn.. And Nicholas, well Glenn beat the holy fucking shit out of him for it. To the point that Nicholas was still unconscious when they got back. Not that you blamed Glenn. If anything you told him he should have left Nicholas to the walkers. You and Shane shared a look of murder when Spencer drug Nicholas into the infirmary while sobbing over his little brothers demise. Nobody helped him do it either. Not when all of you were concerned over Tara until Pete forced all of you out to attempt to save her life.