The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 34

I was led through the break in the chain link fence and into a concrete building. I was led through winding halls, blinded by everything being white and yellow. People were milling around everywhere. I was brought to the back of the building and shoved into an unfinished room, all made of pressed plywood and that was about it. A single bulb hung from the ceiling and a chair sat in the corner.

I tripped and fell to my knees, falling onto the sawdust strewn floor. "You'll stay here." Tom growled, turning back to the door after untying my hands.

"Hey!" I jumped to my feet. "No! Where's my group?!" He slammed the door shut and I kicked it furiously. I began to pound on the door. "No! I want to see Rick! And Daryl and Judith!" My voice began to grow hysterical. "I WANT TO SEE MY GROUP!"

But there wasn't any reply to my hysterical screaming. I sat myself heavily down in the chair and buried my face in my hands, beginning to sob. I hated it. Hated it all. Suddenly the door opened. I hopped of the chair, startled, and someone slid a plate of food in.

I crouched down, hoping to get a glimpse at the gift giver. Black eyes met mine and Glenn smiled gently. I sneered at him. "I'm not technically supposed to giving you this." He whispered, ignoring my glare. His voice was soothing despite my anger and smoothed my frayed nerves. "This is my food. Just-- Oh shut up!" He snarled,suddenly standing up. "Quit complaining!"

I pulled the food close as someone walked past. I threw him a thankful look before retreating to the chair. I was honestly extremely hungry. The food was biscuits, green beans, and a little bit of meat.

It was the most delicious thing I'd eaten in my life, I swear. It filled me up and killed the horrible, painful, icy feeling in my stomach, the food helped me calm down. I sat there, feeling slightly sleepy until the door slammed open.

I jumped and, to my great relief, it wasn't Reggie. A man looked at me cooly. "Be ready. He'll be here in a couple minutes."

He left abruptly and fear instantly gripped me again. He was going to rape me. I was terrified. I looked around, hoping to come up with some sort of plan in the empty room. There was nothing I could use as defense. I gripped the chair in worry.

Then a ridiculous, not thought out at all, plan struck me.

It was absolutely not perfect.
And would probably get me killed.