The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 46

Guys, this is a long chapter and I'm super proud!

Walking Dead character themes can be so funny XD.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR TONIGHT'S EPISODE!!!

And, my dad and I were talking about my YouTube channel and I mentioned I had 16,000 views and he was like "Kinda sounds like the amount of reads you have on that one website." 
So I guess I'm allowed on? :D

 Suddenly a dozen black clad men poured out of the glass doors, pointing snipers behind us, to the men I couldn't see and would never want to unless I was killing them. One man rose a blow horn to his mouth.

"Everyone, get back inside the building. I repeat, get back inside the building. Dixon, we have 12 snipers on you, don't shoot and put your hands in the air."

A couple others had also escaped, and been taken aback at sight of the tank. They were ushered in the building, along with me and Daryl. Once we were safely back in the building, they locked the doors.

I practically drug Daryl upstairs and back to my room. Once we were safely there I sat him on the bed and laid Judith in the little basket in the corner. It had a couple towels and clothes in it, so it'd do.

I walked back over to Daryl and sat on the bed next to him. He was trembling, his face buried in his hands. I hugged him from the side and buried my face in between his shoulder and neck.

"It's okay." I whispered. "It's all gonna be okay. I promise." I knew he didn't believe me. Heck, I didn't even believe myself! And I was so angry. I literally could've killed his father without a second thought. I could've hurt it forever and ever.

My anger and the overwhelming of it all hit me hard, and I was soon enveloped in darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I jerked awake at the sound of someone banging on the door. Daryl had fallen asleep as well, so I got up and quickly walked to the door so he wouldn't wake up. "Open this door!" A man shouted.

I opened the door a crack. "What?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"You and Daryl, and the baby. You're coming with me. We've taken over." A scruffy man glared at me.

My heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry and my brain went spiraling into a crazy kaleidoscope of shattered thoughts. Taken over?! But-- That means--- And Daryl-- But Judith-- Where's Beth? The others are-- What happened-- How could--

"Get Daryl up." The man snarled, snapping me out of my school of frightened fish thoughts.

I let out some sort of incoherent mumble and stumbled back towards the bed. "Da- Da- Dar-bear." I shook his arm gently. "G-G-Get u-up." He groaned and I swooped up the sleeping Judith real quick, shaking.

"Wut?" He grunted, opening his blue eyes a slit.

"Daryl, they took over."

He was instantly awake. "What?!" He sat up, reaching out for me. "What?" He repeated.

"They took over. A-A g-guy wants to t-take us to someone or s-something." Daryl's eyes widened and I saw his adam's apple bob. I took a trembling breath. "C-C'mon, redneck. Let's get it over with."

I had to practically drag him to the door, his thoughts clearly spiraling out of control like mine had. The man snatched Judith up and zip tied our hands painfully behind our back. "Now c'mon." He sneered.

He led us through a corridor and into a large room with lots of windows. I struggled to breathe through the panic. The room was spacious and with many guards, and a large chair on the other end. A ratty looking man with ice cold, blue eyes was sprawled out in the throne looking chair. Merle stood nearby.

Daryl flinched and tensed, his gaze hardening when he saw his brother, but he wouldn't look at the man I couldn't tear my eyes from. I could just tell in that weird I-Want-To-Rip-Your-Guts-Out kind of way who was on the throne, smoking.

That stupid Dixon.

"You." I hissed, my eyes narrowing. Anger flickered in my belly like a small fire.

The man smirked and sat up, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "Ah, the little angel." He drawled. "Still weak, as always."

Daryl looked like he'd been slapped. "NO!" I snarled, catching Merle off guard. I could tell because he nearly toppled backwards. "He's the strongest person in this godforsaken world, you viper."
The man grinned, revealing missing and rotted teeth. He plucked the cigarette out of the corner of his mouth and blew out a ridiculous amount of smoke. "Ah, so ya got a sharp tongue."

"Better believe it, Sicko."

His eyes glittered and he stuck the cigarette under his lip thoughtfully. "Ya really are pritt'e, but ya need that attitude o' ye'r's beaten out of ya." My stomach twisted and Daryl looked like he'd been punched in the gut. I pressed my shoulder against his comfortingly. "Real damn pritt'e. Merle could cut out ye'r tongue, but that ain't no fun."

I rolled my eyes, imagining cutting out his tongue. "You're such a creeper. This attitude is an exclusive package. Only I come with it, and you can't get rid of it. Like a warranty, or all that black tar coating your lungs."
His eyes narrowed. "So, did that boy rape ya?" He asked, leaning closer. "Is that how there's a baby?"

"The baby ain't mine." I growled, taking a step closer. "Or his. And no, he's a wonderful man, not some wretch like you."

"So, you actually love him? And you believe that broken brat loves you back." He got a little closer, his voice lowering an octave.

"Absolutely, dumbass." I growled, voice lowering as well. I glared at him, inches away from his face. "And I don't think, I know. He loves me, and he loves a lot of things. Like his traitor for a brother."

"Merle just knows how to play his cards."

"Clearly you don't." I smirked. "You're so stupid, that a dead sloth could come up with a plan that would work before you could even realize what the question was."

Crack! I reeled back, pain flaring through my face as black danced across my vision. I gasped and fought back tears as the man grinned sickly. His hand was still raised above his head. He leaned closer as I blinked furiously.

"Listen to me." He hissed, his horrible breath rolling over me. "You better watch your mouth."

"No, you listen to me." I growled. "I'm gonna get out, and I'm gonna rip you apart little bit by bit. Understand?"

He sat back with a smirk, but clearly ruffled. "Take 'em and the baby, and lock them in the closet."

My stomach flipped again as he mentioned a closet, but I continued to glare at him. To my deep satisfaction, both him and Merle actually looked a bit frightened.