Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~64~

As soon as Carl's body hits the ground, any and all sense leaves your mind as horror grips your chest. Making you feel as if this wasn't real. As if you were living some kind of twisted nightmare you couldn't wake up from. Your shoved a bit to the side as Rick runs for Carl's body. You blink. Terror fueled rage over taking your entire being making you see nothing but crimson red. Blood red. The color that now streaks your nephews face. Before you've even processed what exactly was happening or what to even do, you'd drawn your pistol. A grief stricken sounding growl of unfiltered rage leaving your throat as your finger squeezes the trigger. Firing at the one, two, three walkers that instantly went for Rick as he scoops Carl up off the ground. Rick lurches up in a staggering whirl and takes off in a full sprint for the infirmary. You race ahead, popping off rounds to clear the way for him until your clip is out. Then your knife is out, stabbing and slashing until you're covered up to your elbows in stale walker blood. Rick was right beside you, running with Carl dangling in his arms. Suddenly your taken aback to almost two years ago. Flashes of Rick running with a much smaller Carl in his arms towards Hershel's farm house struck you harshly. You hold back a whimper of disappear as you cut down walker after walker. Michonne was in the same boat you were. Almost sobbing as she swipes her katana over and over. Together the both of you were like lawn mover blades, cutting down anything that stepped into your path. Fucking determined to get Rick and Carl to the infirmary. In a matter of mere minutes, you're racing up the steps of the infirmary.

Denise rips the door open and your feet skid to a stop just inside the door and Rick races past you. You then realize your ears are ringing from shocked adrenaline because Denise's lips move quickly, but you heard none of it. Hell, you couldn't even hear the walkers snarling just outside anymore. You turn a bit when Michonne knocks into your shoulder to get through the door. Yellow lights flick making you blink a bit from the sudden lighting change. Watching in shock as Carls body now utterly limp gets gently laid down on the gurney by his distraught father. Blood pouring from his face and already staring to drizzle onto the floor. He was already so pale from it. Almost lifeless as Denise swiftly inspects his wound. Spencer, Michonne, Aaron, Eric, Denise, and even Rick's lips moving in a furry of words you couldn't make out for the life of you. All you could hear was your own panic thundering heart and insanity driving ringing. Suddenly Spencer snaps his eyes towards you standing in the door way, and he screams something completely inaudible to you. Hands grab your arm. Cold, dead hands. Your eyes darken as they slide over to the walker trying to push past you to get in. Utterly ignoring you to get to the scent of your nephews blood. Something on you snaps, like a flip being switched for the first time in years. You grab the walker by the back of the head and chin so harshly your fingers sink into the rotting flesh like it was play-do. Fingers locking under the jaw bone of the chin. Allowing you to jerk it forward making it fall forward before your foot comes crashing down on its back. You growl, or maybe even scream in rage as you twist its head so violently its neck snaps. Still, you don't let up in pulling on its head. Its flesh gives way easier than a fully alive body and rips apart rather pathetically. You're left with a walker head in your hands, still absent mindedly snapping at you while its body lays motionless at your feet.

Your vision floods red once again, and your head turns absently to have your gaze locking on the seven walkers coming towards the still open door. You step and heave the walker head as hard as you humanly can at the walker closest to you. Heads collide in what your sure is a gruesome crack, not that you can hear it. Not that you even gave a fuck on this moment. The walker head snaps back from the collision before you grab ahold of the door. Stepping out to face the horde that now had its sights on the illuminated infirmary. You drag the door closed behind yourself, forcing the headless walker body out to be lying like a draft barrier in front of the infirmary door. As soon as you felt the door latch behind you, your other hand reaches for the one of the throwing blades in your belt. The walkers try to step past you, going straight for the door, which only enrages you all the more. Your body moves faster than your mind can process, slashing and stabbing into skulls with a rage you'd yielded yourself to entirely. Knowing if you tried to shove back down the a life time of rage that had come simmering up within you, you'd of likely died. Knowing you didn't have the strength to do so. Before you can even fully comprehend it, you're on the cement of the walkway in front of the infirmary. A notably warmer body suddenly knocks into your shoulder and you whirl to instinctively jam your military knife into its skull. Only to have your body instantly lock up when a pair of all to familiar, ice blue eyes meet yours. Rick? Your twin was directly beside you now, fighting as hard as you were. His wild grief stricken and rage glassed eyes tear from your gaze to swing his hatchets through the head of a walker. The roar of feral rage that leaves Rick rings through your body and ears, re-opens the flood gates of sound. You almost flinched from the roaring snarls and growls of walkers all around you now. Snapping you back to some form of humanity in less than a heart beat. A walker bumps into you and you kill it in the same heart beat. Your eyes catching on the at damn near a hundred walker corpses left behind you and Rick in your wake.