The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 3

NOTE: I am not sorry for this chapter. I'm sorry for not being sorry.

Number two: please comment if you dislike, like, or have any suggestions.

Three: Daryl will be uncharacteristically clean with his cursing because I really would like to have the least amount of cursing as possible.

Thanks!
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Judith lay under the bed screaming a Walker reached its bloody fingers for her and Carl grappled with one on the ground.

Carol let out a cry and pounded the Walker's head in with her foot and I stabbed a knife into the head of the one Carl tried to get away from.

The source of the blood was the Walker who's head was through the window, a bullet hole in the head gushing blood.

We grabbed Carl and Judith and rushed to the front of the RV. Gunshot sounded outside the amount of Walkers attacking the RV decreased. Some of them peeled away from the RV while others feel with a spurt of blood.

We all curled up in the corner. Carol held Carl, who held Judith, and I stood there, as a guardian.

Andrea had disappeared, presumably outside the camper. My spirit lifted as some of the Walkers fell from arrows and I saw distance flash of silver.

Thank the Lord! Michone and Daryl!

Carol made a noise under her breath, probably a prayer. I looked at the windsheild. Long, thin cracks were snaking across it.

"Carol?" She looked up. "Uh, the windsheil--" CRASH!! We jumped up, startled. A half a dozen, moaning Walkers poured in through the jagged frame.

Carol cursed and Judith began to cry again. T-Dog woke with a start. "Ahh!! What the heck did you do, (y/n)!?" He yelped as I raised my gun and blasted the brains of the one zombie.

"I DIDNT DO IT!" I yelled, stabbing another with my knife. Carol joined and we soon disbatched the six.

"Carl! Help T-Dog and get Judith in the back! In the bathroom! You'll be safe there!" Carol commanded, stabbing another zombie that had crawled through.

Carl nodded and they disappeared. "Just you and me." I said. She nodded.

For every one walker we killed it seemed two more came through. We were soon covered in blood. Suddenly Rick burst through the side door. "CAROL! (Y/N)! Where's Carl and Judith?!"

"In the bathroom with T-Dog. His leg is broken."

Rick nodded and headed back as Carol and I got through the last of the walkers. There was more gunfire and a couple bullets hit the hood.

Suddenly we heard a gunshot and a scream from T-Dog. Carol and I dashed into the bathroom to see a zombie of the floor and T-Dog with a giant chunk ripped out of his arm.

"T-DOG!" I choked on tears.

"GUYS! GET YOU BUTTS OUT HERE!!!" I heard Daryl yell.

An acrid smell hit my nose. Like gas burning or...

"Guys! We're gonna blow! The engine was on idel! It took too many bullets!"

Rick cursed and grabbed Judith and Carol led Carl out. "(Y/n) can you help T-Dog?"

Oh god... "Y-yes."

"Good." Rick out of the RV, going to go get everyone to a safe place away from the RV.

I grabbed T-Dog's arm and heaved him up. He groaned. We slowly stumbled to the door. The smoke was choking now.
I was loosing my grip on T-Dog, an couldn't call for help.

I heard a moan and looked up to see a Walked coming. I tried to pull T-Dog to the door but he stopped. "Go." He rasped.

"No!" I protested, tears coming to my eyes.

"Go (y/n)." He hugged me and before I could protest pushed me out the door. He slammed the door shut and I heard a scream and the walker growling. "T-DOG!!"

Everything went in a blur. Someone grabbed me around the waist and a boom rattled the earth.

Tears blurred my vision and my chest hurt as I sobbed. The person carrying me was ran into the woods, leaving behind the burning RV which the Walkers flocked to.

It's all my fault! He's dead because of me.