A Crossbow and a Mic (1D & Walking Dead)

Ch.20

*Darlene's Pov*

After a few hours I calmed down and took an aspirin. I fiddled with the zipper on my jacket. I sighed resting my chin in the palm of my hand and my elbow on the bed.

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"Forever in my heart." I placed my hand where my heart is and let stray tears fall. "Forever." I whispered.

Everyone came out and sat with me. I stood moving away. Daryl grabbed my arm. I jerked back stumbling over.

"He's dead get over it!" Daryl called.

"Never! If you had a heart you wouldn't either!" I shouted.

"Darlene Lynn Dixon, get your ass back here now!" Daryl stated firmly holding his ground.

I shook my head.

Daryl huffed repeating himself two more times.

He counted to three.

I screamed a no and ignored him once again.

Daryl caught my wrist as I reached the entrance to the graveyard. I pulled and tugged, but Daryl held on. I accidentally pulled too hard and fell on my knees my shirt ripping in half in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't know." Daryl whispered hurt in his voice.

"Well you should of he did it to you and Merle too." I said, lifting my shirt over my exposed back.

"I really am." Daryl said.

"If you really were sorry you'd stop saying sorry everyday." I barked rather rudely.

I huffed walking down to Merle. I sat on my knees, flicking the dirt around.

Daryl and Merle the only thing on my mind. Then I remember others that died because of this awful disease.

I grabbed my crossbow off the table and ran to the gate. The governor is going to pay for all that he's done to me and my family. Being, all that has lost their lives to him. He's destroyed so many lives. Now it's his turn to suffer.

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~Kitty