The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 23

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There was so many of them.

Too many.

It seemed a hundred were around the gas station windows, pounding on the glass, pounding on each other, grunting, groaning. The racket was terrible. We all made our way toward the back. Everyone shouldered guns and I hugged Carl close, staying near Daryl.

Carl whimpered something out. "What?" I grunted, watching the windows shudder under the relentless assault.

"Are we gonna die?"

I don't know! I wanted to wail. Probably! This situation is hopeless! We can't shoot them because if we do they'll all pour in through the shattered glass!

"We'll be fine." I muttered, looking around desperately for a solution. There was soda and alcohol littered all over the place, as well as washrags and matches. I got a crazy idea. Like, really crazy.

"Guys..." I started. Carol and Dale looked at me. "I have the stupidest idea anyone has ever had ever... But it might work..." Carl looked up at me and Rick and Daryl turned their attention to me.

"We live in a crazy world." Carol shrugged.

"Shoot." Andrea commanded.

"A... uh... A molotov." They all stared at me. "Yes!" I exclaimed to their unanswered question. "Yes I know we're in a gas station but it could work!"

"Explain." Michone hissed, unsheathing her sword.

"That window is gonna break any moment now. We shake up a soda bottle, drop some mentos into it and put the cap back on. Throw it out there and it's gonna explode, attracting a couple walkers over there. Once they clear a section with have someone with a good arm chuck a molotov into the woods. It blow up, lit the woods, and we run."

"What if we throw short?" Dale asked softly. "It'll blow us all up."

"Well, we only got one choice unless we kill all of them!" I exclaimed, trying desperately to get him to understand.

Rick and Daryl were muttering. I held my breath and prayed Daryl would stand up for me. "I say we do it." Michone said, grabbing soda. "It's as crazy as frick, but I'm up for it."

Andrea shrugged. "What she said."

"Alright." Rick nodded. "It's settled then." We got all prepared as we watched the window.

I was nervous. This plan was either gonna kill us or save us. Maybe it would even clear my conscious of what happened with T-Dog. Maybe I could make it up by saving everyone. Or I'd kill them all. I didn't know.

Everything was finally ready.

The molotov was in Rick's hand (he'd played enough ball with Carl and Shane) ((That was kinda a headcanon)). We had the soda bottle ready. We wrapped a bunch of mentos in a paper towel so it wouldn't explode immediately. Michone screwed the cap on and stood by the window, ready to chuck it.

"3..." The window was buckling badly.

"2..." Now or never.

"1!" The window collapsed and a bunch of walkers tumbled in through the window. Rick and Carol stabbed them while Michone chuckled the bottle. It hit the ground a few feet from a gas pump with an explosion that sent plastic flying everywhere and raining down on walkers.

The walkers turned to it with a groan and started to stumble toward the fizzing, hissing remains of the soda bomb. Michone and Andrea cheered. A couple walkers were coming back to us. "Daryl, now!" I cried.

He didn't just throw the bottle, he chucked it. It landed with a soft crunch of leaves and an explosion following soon after. Huge flames leapt up and licked at the trees and dry leaves and sticks in hungry swipes.

All the walkers groaned and stumbled toward the quickly spreading fire. "We gotta go!" Rick exclaimed.

We all ran out, Carol shooting some of the stragglers while still holding Judith in one arm. Rick stabbed the others and Michone, Andrea, and Dale ran. I held Carl's hand tightly and followed after Daryl.

The smoke was thick and billowed from the fire, burning our lungs and making the world a hazy mass of grey. We all wheezed and ran, and suddenly an explosion rocked the ground, knocking us all off our feet.

We all struggled back to our feet as fire blazed behind us and bits of metal and plastic rained down.

"Daryl," I wheezed, "where's your motorcycle?"

"I left it over 'ere." He lifted it up out of a cleverly hidden place of brambles and mud and leaves. He hopped up onto the bike and I helped Carl on behind him. "I'll ride beside y'all."

Rick nodded and we continued walking.

To where, we didn't know. We never know. But, at least we were together. Mostly. And alive.

I got us out alive. A pretty good feeling.