Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

The Final Fight

The next morning dawned bright. The morning everybody between the three communities have been planning for way too long. Today was the day that decided if they were to stay under the reign of the Saviors, and most likely end up dying at the hands of them in the near future. Or it would end in Negan being locked away until his well-deserved death. And none of the joined communities were planning on losing. Or dying for that matter.

Parker lay in bed with Daryl. She wanted to savor every small moment she possibly could. Knowing there was a big chance that one of them wouldn't make it back through those gates at the end of the day. So, she was savoring the moment in case they didn't get the chance to ever see each other again. She traced her fingers across his jawline before running her fingers through his hair.

"Are you ready for today?" Parker asked quietly, the lingering effects of sleep still noticeable in the way her words came out.

"Been waitin' for this day since the night in the woods," Daryl grumbled, looking back at her with his tired gaze. Not because he was physically tired. Even though every single one of them were. But because he was tired of the war with the Saviors. "Are you?" She raised her shoulder in reply, not having thought to much about it other than when they were planning it out. Preparing. "Hey, you ain't gotta be there. Hell, I ain't gonna stop you from goin'. But maybe use the time we got to think about it."

"I don't want to be there," Parker admitted through a sigh, adjusting the pillow under her head. "I have to be. I have to see this through. I have to see the end of this nightmare."

"What if one of us dies?" Daryl asked her, worry evident in the crease between his eyebrows, in the undertones of his voice. "What if you get hurt?"

"I can promise you those thoughts have been swamping my conscious for the past couple of days. Shit, those damn thoughts have been in all of our heads since this whole thing started." She spoke quietly, never breaking eye contact with him. "I'll be fine. The twins too," Parker promised after reading the uncertainty in his gaze. "I don't plan on dying today."

"Okay," Daryl reluctantly agreed, nodding his head as he placed his hand on her arm. "Me neither. Come on, we gotta get up." Reluctantly, the two crawled out of bed, slowly dressing themselves. On the morning of perhaps the biggest fight of their lives, neither of them was particularly talkative, the only sound coming from Parker, who burst out laughing when Daryl tried to put on his pants while standing and ended up falling on his face. Daryl hadn't heard her laugh like that in a long time. As he picked himself up from the ground, he grunted under his breath as Parker laughed, wiping her eyes of the tears that had formed.

"I think.. I think your age is starting to catch up with you." Parker laughed, leaning against the wall. "That was... the funniest thing... I've seen in a good while." Daryl rolled his eyes and tossed Parker her shirt. 

"Get dressed." Parker continued to laugh as she put on her shirt and did up the buttons. She grabbed her belt and made sure she had both knives on her hips. She strapped her gun to her thigh- still holding a grudge about the one she lost on that one run. She walked over and grabbed her rifle, which was leaning against the wall by the door, and put it over her shoulders, rotating it so that it was resting against her back. When they were ready, they went downstairs and found Rick in the hallway.

"I didn't think you guys were going to show up." He commented as he joined them, all of them heading towards the living room. "You sure you want to come along?"

"And miss all the fun?" Parker asked, mirroring the expression that formed on her brothers' face, adjusting the strap on her rifle. "No way," She glanced back at Daryl and hooked her thumb back in his direction. "I wasn't sure if he was going to get up. You need to keep an eye out for a cane. I think he's going to need one pretty soon."