Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~67~

   Once midnight rolled around, all of you headed to the Savior outpost. Rick had the RV and other truck peel off and park the next road over. Then all of you except for Eddie ran for the outpost through the woods. Now you stand beside Daryl and Rick as you all wait in the darkness for Eddie to pull up to the parking lot out front. "Here he comes." You whisper to them very lowly. Jesus snaps his gaze to you, questioning how the hell you knew that. You don't even look at him, because just as you said, the headlights of that old Cherokee Eddie drove shine as he pulls up to the parking lot. "Get ready to roll." Abraham tells everyone quietly as the building comes to life with three eerie spot lights. The lights bathing the parking lot in deep red. Something that could easily mess with one's natural night vision. Not night vision scopes though. The saviors have Eddie step out and you nod at them. "Let's move." You state. Nobody questions it. Racings up to the building in the shadows. Waiting for Eddie to make the trade. A walker head for Craig. You press against the wall just around the corner with Rick, Daryl, Shane, Glenn, Jesus, and Michonne behind you. Waiting to make your move. "Okay. Looks like you've learned. I'll get your guy and you bring us more stuff next week, hmm?" One of the guards asks Eddie before giving him a light slap across the cheek. Making sure Eddie knew his place. To Eddies credit he just heaves a rather relived sigh instead of breaking that assholes nose like you would have.

The other guard starts whistling "Happy birthday" as they wait. Daryl goes to lunge around the corner when he hears the keys jingling and your hand flys up to meet his chest. 'Not yet' your eyes silently told him when your gaze snaps to his. Then the door squeaks open and starts to close. You nod and slip around the corner, coming up behind the unsuspecting whistling guard, knife in hand. You grab his forehead, and cram your knife into the base of his skull. Bringing an immediate halt to the rather off pitch whistling before his body drops. He was dead and on the ground at your feet before he even knew what hit him. You whistle to the others in return as you eye Eddie and step back towards the door. Keeping an eye for the second guard who was retrieving Craig. Everyone floods out. Shane takes the guards rifle while, Aaron, Abraham, and Heath swiftly pick the body up. Taking the body with them around the corner as they disappear again in the shadows. Eddie takes the guards pistol that Shane hands him and you head back around the corner with Rick and your half of the group. Eddie tucks the pistol into his jeans as he takes a deep breath to steady himself and continues to stand like nothing was happening. Doing a pretty good job of acting like everyone inside wasn't minutes away from dying.

The door slams back open and the guard brings out a heavily beaten Craig. "Well, well, well. Look who it is." The guard taunts both Eddie and Craig. You start around the corner with Rick and the other just as Michonne shoves her sword through the guards chest. Craig gasps in utter terror, thinking this was finally the end of him. Eddie grabs him and calms him, immediately dragging him for the Cherokee with Jesus, Tara, and Gabriel. Rick stabs the guard in the head so he would g turn before flinging the keys towards you, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn waiting for the way inside. Daryl catches the keys easily enough and unlocks the door. You push in first Assault rifle up with Glenn, Shane, Daryl and everyone else trailing in behind you. It was easier than you'd expected snapping back to this mind set. The old habits of clearing every single room you walked past as you come down the eatery area coming back in an instant. As if you'd ever be able to lose that. Like you'd said, it was like riding a fucking bicycle. It was the easy part you suspected. Simply because nothing ever was easy. Not for you. Especially not for your group. Abraham swiftly came up behind you, and opens the door for you so you can push into the halls. You both pressing in first, letting everyone else follow your leads. Immediately checking the hall to your right, Aberham takes the one on the left and peels off. You keep straight ahead down the dim yellow lit hall way, already able to head a few people snoring within the various rooms. "Check the doors. Find the arsenal. We take them out." Rick reminds everyone in a mere whisper. You listen carefully in each closed room you past. The first two doors on the right side of you had to be empty of people because you didn't even hear breathing. Not that Daryl and Michonne didn't both check them anyways. Better safe than sorry.