Angel Wings || Daryl Dixon Love Story ||

More Than A Sin

Mrs. Abigail Dixon.

My cheeks turned a darkish red color. I liked the sound of my soon to be new name. Within a week, Daryl and were to marry. Marriage. Didn't even see that coming for me.

I had only known Daryl for about a year. Suddenly, he was asking me to be his wife. We were in fact ticking time bombs, waiting to go off. Our existence on this world would be gone soon. This was truly our extinction event.

I couldn't think like that. I'm not that way, not negative. I was to be wed soon, I had my sister alive, I was up and walking after my operation five days ago, and I wasn't raped. Excluding the lifestyle, my life was going down a great path.

"Abbey!" Whitney called out for me.

I brushed the hem of my plain dress as I finish putting it on. Turning over my shoulder, I see my younger sister in a little pink spring dress. Her hair is put up in a bun, her divine features showing.

"Look at you!" I squeal. "You look stunning!"

"I'm not as pretty as you." Whitney confessed.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, because I'm so stunning with the cast around my arm." I hold my handicapped arm in the air.

"Ey, ye comin'?" Daryl interjected, coming around the corner of the cell. He wore black pants and a red long sleeved shirt, not perfect for the weather.

"Why don't you go off with Beth." I smiled, nodding my sister off. She nodded, turning over her shoulder with a smirk as she left. I rolled my eyes at her.

This left my fiancé and I alone. He approached me, trailing his fingers across my back and then my lower back. My palms relaxed on his shoulders as his nose touched the tip of mine.

"No funny business, we have to go here." I insisted with a playful smile.

He chuckled. "Hush up."

His lips hungrily smashed into mine, bitting them every time he kissed me. He clutch on me tightened as his fingernails clawed at my back. His fingers trailed my shoulder, slipping my left sleeve down. His cool lips traced my skin, goosebumps rising as he did.

"C'mon now. You know I can't push you away with one bad arm." I reminded.

"Oh c'mon, I can't help it. I jus'-"

"I know, later tonight we will. I promise." I slipped my sleeve back up then reached up to kiss him. "Come on. We have to get ready for the wedding."

"Ugh, fine. Ye own me though." He insisted.

I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the outside world. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, will do."

What was the occasion for us to dress up so nicely? Today was of course the wedding of Glenn and Maggie. It wasn't going to be the typical wedding, it was just going to be Hershel reading some lines from the bible, wedding them. We were there just to see it happen with everyone, even the Woodbury citizens.

There I saw Vanessa with a boy, about the age of eight. He was a little stocky, must have been overweight before the apocalypse. He had her golden eyes and dirty blonde hair. She caught my eye, brining the shy boy over to me.

"Hi Abbey." Vanessa warmly smiled. "This is my son, Joey. Joey, say hi."

"Hi." he shyly spoke, his scared eyes looking at me.

"Hey Joey." I knelt down, becoming eye level with him. "Your mom's a life saver. She saved my arm." I held up my cast.

He clutched her leg and nodded. "Momma's a good lady."