The Walking Dead [Daryl Dixon]

Chapter 11- Disater

Haley's P.O.V.

It was happening. The walkers. They finally got in. We ran into a garage and pulled it down. The walkers were up against it snarling, wanting to get in. We took a few steps back "You guys okay?" I asked

"Affirmative" Eugene said

We stayed in the garage. Rosita sat on the chair at the table head down, hand on her gun. Eugene sat down and began to read a book, lighter in hand for light. I sat on the table messing my hand gun I had

"Most people got inside their houses that's that" Tara said leaning against the wall

Rosita sighed "You think this is it?" Her voice sounding weary

No. It's can't be "What?" I asked

"Do you think this place is over?" She asked

"No" Tara said walking to her "I think we've gotta earn it, all of us. Wether it's waiting knowing if everyone is safe. Dealing with that, or fighting them. A place like this has gotta have a price, right?"

Rosita kept her eyes glued to the table "We haven't paid it already?"

Tara shrugged and leaned against the wall "Apparently not"

Through the silence all we heard were walkers against the garage door

"It feels like Abraham is dead" Rosita said

My head jerked up to look at her "That's what it feels like" She said

"He's not dead" I said making her turn to me

"How do you know?" She asked

"Cause I didn't see it. And I know Daryl isn't dead. Doesn't matter what it feels like, he's not dead and this place isn't over" I finished saying

"She's right" Tara said moving to the chair next to Rosita "Hey, we're here. So what are we gonna do gorgeous?" She asked while Rosita nodded and looked at her

"Gonna get in there" She said standing up and moving around the table "See what's happening on the other side. We can shoot out this lock" She stood at the door

"We shouldn't waste a bullet" I said as Tara walked next to Rosita

"You won't need to" Eugene cut in as he stood up "Lock picking is within my skill set" He reached in the nob and began to try to open it. I got off the table and stood behind them as Eugene worked his magic

"Abraham isn't dead" I whispered to Rosita "Just like I know Daryl isn't dead. Sasha"

She gave me a slight nod. Once Eugene finished I put the gun behind my belt on my back. He opened the door and we walked through. We walked through the small hallway and turned a corner to see Denise. And a man, he had a W on his forehead. He grabbed Denise and held a knife at her throat. I grabbed my gun and us three pointed it at him

"Just be still" The W man said "Lower the guns" We didn't listen "Lower the guns" Us three lowered them knowing there was no way out of this "Good" He said "Slide then over. I want them" We all did as told. He bent down, grabbed a gun and pointed it at us

"You don't need her" Tara said

"No" The man said wisely "I don't. Back" He said walking to us "Back"

We slowly walked backwards. He held the gun to Denise's head as he headed to the door "Your not gonna make it out there" I said standing next to Tara

"We'll see" The man said looking at Denise then us. He opened the door and we heard the walkers snarling in a distance. He held the gun at us. I can see it, Denise was afraid. I don't blame her. The guy is a psycho. He continued to back away as he opened the gate door and they both walked out. He closed the door behind him.

"Damn it" I whispered loudly

"We can't just let him take her" Tara said

"We have no choice. We can't go after them" I said

We turned back to see Morgan and Carol unconscious on the floor "The wolves were assholes" I mumbled under my breath

Daryl's P.O.V.

We kept driving. I kept driving. Along the road, this was taking longer then we thought. I began to slow down when we came across s group of bikers

"Why don't you come on out. Join us in the road" The guy off his bike said. I turned off the truck and we climbed out moving in front of it

"That's great, it's rolling right out of the gate. Now steps two hand over your weapons" He said

"Why should we?" I asked giving him glare

"Well they're not yours"

"Who's are they?" Sasha asked

"Your property now belongs to Negan" Who the hell is Negan? "Now if you can get your hands on a tanker. You're people out person wants to know" He had stepped away from his bike approaching us "So let's get those sidearms shall we?" He approached me first "Right now" I grabbed my gun and handed it to him "Thank you" He said as he now made his way over to Sasha and Abraham. She handed him a gun and thanked her

He now went to Abraham "If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. It goes quicker" Abraham handed him his gun as he walked back to his bike

"Who are you people?" Sasha asked

"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves. And we'll be the ones asking them. While we drive you back to wherever it is you call home" He handed our guns to another biker as he turned to face us "Take a gander at where you hang your hats. First though" He held his finger up "Your shit. What have you got for us?"

"Yea you just took it" I hissed

"Come on. I mean can we not, okay. There's more, there's always more" He sighed and turned around "T" A big guy got off his bike

"Take my man to the back of the truck, start inside the back bumper, work your way to the front" The guy in guessing is T pushed me all the way to the back behind the truck

He opened the back doors and I swiftly but quietly kicked his leg sending him down. He grabbed his knife and swung around me when I felt a sharp pain on my back. I grabbed a weapon from the back and stuck it in his head, sending him to the ground. I grabbed the launcher and pointed it at the pricks in the bikes. I pulled the trigger and it went flying blowing them up into pieces. I took a couple steps forward putting down the launcher by my side "Son of a bitch was tougher then he looked"

Sasha came to me "Did he cut you?"

"A little" I replied "What a bunch of assholes" I said looking back at the burnt corpse

She chuckled "Let's get you fixed up at home" She said holding my back

"Yes ma'am" I replied opening the door to the drivers seat. Haley, I'm coming home