Angelica's pov
"Come on Ang!" Gianna persisted as we walked through the woods, Ally by my side. "G, relax!" I shouted. We had been arguing. It's about two weeks since the dead began walking. She huffed before storming off, leaving me and Ally.
That was the last day I ever saw my best friend. A hoard of walkers got her, I watched as they surrounded her. See, in this world it always will suck to loose people. But sadly, it happens all the time. But I would do anything for her to trade places with my father out there. He sat just a staircase away, leaving me uneasy. I didn't trust him being here.
I moved into the perch with Daryl. I honestly don't know what we are anymore. I said goodnight to Ally before climbing into bed. The side of the mattress sunk as Daryl cuddled into my side, placing a small kiss on my cheek. "Daryl I don't like him being here. It feels off." I whispered quietly. He grunted in reply. "He ain't gonna hurt ya." He said roughly. And with that I drifted off to sleep.
A loud crash sent me shooting up. Looking around, I noticed that I was no longer in a cell next to Daryl, but in a dim lit room. Suddenly, my father walked in. I screamed, but it came out muffled from the tape that was over my mouth. He ripped the tape of my mouth, causing me to wince. "Please. Please leave me alone!" I screeched. He didn't say a word while he approached me, his breath smelling of whiskey. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead, causing me to stiffen before sending a hard punch to my jaw. I groaned in pain
"How can we attack the prison?" He asked. A sudden wave of courage came over me. "I ain't telling you shit." I growled. I had to protect my family. Ally. Daryl. Daryl! He had no clue where I was. I became frantic eyes darting everywhere. He grabbed my chin roughly. "If that's how it's gonna be, sweetheart." He growled dangerously in my ear. With that he left the room. A few minuets later a man with a sharp sword for a hand came in.
He had bright blue eyes. "Well darlin seems you haven' been cooperatin at all." He growled in that all to familiar accent.
"S'matter Merle,,forget your brother had a girlfriend?"
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Dixons Angels/ON HOLD
FanfictionWhen the apocalypse hits, Angelica takes her 14 year old daughter Ally, her crossbow, and any other resources that would be key to survival. They venture out of the city of Atlanta to the outskirts of the woods when she sees someone she thought she...