My throat is dry and I feel breathless and exhausted as I push forward, stumbling on my feet with a leg that sears with pain. I've been walking for an hour and half now, knowing that if I don't stop soon I'll pass out. My feet are aching and my lungs hurt, the cold of the night coming in with brutal force. I've taken down a few walkers on the way, not having to use the gun that Dwight gave me just yet.
I can't help but let my mind run through what he said to me, about his wife and his owing to Daryl. I haven't trusted him, taking Daryl's word for what it was. But now that I've heard what Dwight had to say, maybe I've judged him too quickly. But what has really thrown a spanner in the works is Negan. What he did, he said, I've been playing it over and over in my mind like a record stuck on repeat.
There's no way in hell that I feel anything besides hatred towards the man, not after everything that he's done to us. But perhaps this set back has shown me a different side to him, showing me that he has at least some set of morals in there, some code that he follows. There's more to him than meets the eye, and I'm not sure how to take it.
"You doing okay?"
I snap back into reality and look forward, seeing the light from camp up ahead. The voice I hear is so familiar and close, further away from the camp as it carries across the wind.
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Victory right? Woo hoo." Another familiar voice answers, their tone sarcastic.
"Feels wrong, we're here with our beef stew and creamed corn, living it up as much as you can these days... And Bree and Sasha..." Another voice trails off, their tone sad.
"I don't even want to think about that." The second voice says quietly and I push myself towards them, struggling to make it to them.
"You need to stop thinking about it Eric, that'll help you. Help us all. Whatever is happening to them both right now, that's what we're fighting against." The first voice says and I recognise it to be Aaron's.
"You're all heart Aaron." The second voice says and I realise it is Heath.
Their voices are slow close now and I will myself to go just that little bit further but I can't and I fall to the ground, my scraped up palms sliding in the dew on the grass. I stay there, trying to catch my breath as they continue to speak, "Just think about the days on the other side of this, where we can get back to worrying about just the dead coming after us." Aaron states.
"Oh won't that be a glorious time." Heath mutters.
"It's always about the bright side with you. And these days, the bright side can be pretty damned dull." Eric states.
A groaning meets my ears and I turn and see a couple of walkers making their way towards me. I try to shuffle away from them as I grab at my knife. One of the walkers falls on top of me and I let out a cry, lifting my arm to go stab it in the head. The walker makes a sudden movement and knocks the knife out of my hand. I let out a frustrated cry and try to push it away but soon the other comes for me. I hold them back as best I can but they are stronger than me in my weakened state.
Their teeth inch closer and closer to my skin when all of a sudden they're pulled off of me. I look up and see Eric and Aaron taking down the walkers as Heath kneels over the top of me.
"Bree, are you okay?" He asks, lifting me up into a sitting position.
I hiss at the pain in my leg and Eric looks down at my leg, "Her leg, she's hurt!"
"We need to get her to Daryl and Rick right away." Aaron insists, keeping an eye out for walkers.
Heath pulls my arm around his neck and slips his arms under my knees and around my back. He lifts me up and adjusts me before turning to the other two, "Let's go."
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Always (A Daryl Dixon/ The Walking Dead Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"It's you and me Daryl, like it always has been." I say, looking into his dark blue eyes. "The way it always will be." He states. I nod my head, a small smile on my lips, "Always." Bree Winchester had known the Dixon brothers since she was running a...
