Angel Wings || Daryl Dixon Love Story ||

Ready, Set, Run

"So, this is it?" Michonne asked as we entered in the run down building that I use to work at.

"This is it." I nod, answering her question. The doors are shut close, but not locked as we push our way through them. The place was flooded with trash, but as far as I could see, no corpses and no walkers. "Keep an eye out for blood. I don't know if anyone died here. "

I could just imagine it my head with me walking in, all dressed up. I was greeted by warm smiles and cheerful waves, all from people who are all dead now. Happy music jingle through the entrance way, but now it was nothing but silence.

If only there was no apocalypse, but I was with Daryl and everyone was still alive. My pregnancy would be a happy thing, and not a curse. And then I thought of how my family would be with Daryl and the baby. Imagining Whitney, Uncle Mark, Aunt Tessa, all of them here, brought tears to my eyes.

Daryl stroked through my hair, turning my head to face him. "Ye doin' alright?" he murmured.

I brush my finger under my eye, wiping my tear away. I try and manage to give him a smile. "I'm trying to do alright."

He leans in and kisses my forehead. "It's alright. I promise."

He stands close to me, he kept his guard up. His crossbow raised as he scanned the area, being the hunter he is. "So, what exactly are we lookin' fer anyways?", he asked, tilting his crossbow down.

"My office. There's a chance we can find out the exact location of the testing." I reply. "I wanna head out there. I need to find out if they're looking for a cure."

"You're just going to leave the hospital? Even in your condition?" James questioned, causing me to raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"Look, Abs." Daryl exclamied, stopping me from continuing further into the building. "I know ye wanna find th' cure and all, but we really need te think of the baby. That's my kid an' yer my wife-"

"And we're going to be alright." I soothed, placing my hand on his chest. I weakly smiled at him, cautiously nodding my head. "Everyone will go and I'll have doctors with me that know what to do."

He bowed his head, knowing he had been defeated. He mumbled an "Okay." , and went on his way as we proceeded to follow him. I huffed out a breath as I caught up to him, making sure we were side by side. My office was just a few more paces to the left.

I grabbed his arm and pointed to the door with my name old name "Abigail Mimroe" on it. "Here."

We stepped inside my messy room, paper, furniture, even the cabinets were flipped over. I heard a few whispers from behind me as we exaimed the clutter office. I took a few steps in, trying to remember the placement of my papers.

"Oh my god." Ivan whispered as I knealt down to exam the ground.

"Noah did this, right Ivan?" I turned over my shoulder to look at him.

He shook his head at the ground, staying silent for a while. "Yeah. He couldn't find those damned papers."

I smirked, pushing myself back up to my feet. I grabbed a chair and pushed it over to the right spot. Standing up on the chair, I put on the removable ceiling, reaching back to find what I needed. I snatch the papers up and climb back down to soild ground again. "Noah couldn't find them because I'm good at hiding, and he's terrible at seeking."

I looked down at the information in front of me, the four other come up behind me to see the writing.

285 Burligton Ave.

Washington D.C, U.S.A 20004

I smiled, letting out a small, delighted laugh. "We found it."

"We're gonna have te tell the others 'bout it when we get back." Daryl says as my eyes follow him.