Bitten ( Daryl Dixon / The Walking Dead Fanfic )

Chapter 25

Ariana's P.O.V

I yanked off the heavy diamond necklace from my neck with one hard pull from my unwounded hand. The silver chain from the back of the necklace scratched my neck as I tore it off and almost instantly I felt the sting as the wind blew past. I could feel warm liquid trickle down my neck as I threw the necklace as far as I could, which was only a few feet away. Although, I didn't anticipate a far throw seeing as I hardly had the energy to keep my eyes open.

From the corner of my eye I could see Daryl look at me cautiously, he took out a piece of fabric from his pocket and reached for my neck but I pushed his hand away. I wanted to bleed, to feel pain. I was feeling numb all over although I'm pretty sure by tomorrow I'll be feeling all the cuts and bruises.

Oh how stupid was I!  Thinking everything was going to be okay, and we'd all be safe at the CDC. I spent a year out there and saw exactly how dangerous it had become, I knew that no matter how secure a place can be it can still come tearing down in seconds, yet I still fell my mother's silver tongue words. I believed that I was finally safe. That illusion faded quickly once they ripped her apart though.

Daryl once again reached out to wipe my neck but when I tried to push him away he stood infront of me and held me still with one hand on my arm whilst the other wiped the blood on my neck.

"This ain't yer fault" he whispered with sincerity. I could feel his eyes on me, looking for some sort of clue of what was going on with me. but I kept my eyes down and slightly nodded. He sighed at the lack of real response and took my hand as we carried on walking in complete darkness on the rather smooth road with the moon as the only source of light.

Daryl opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it and looked straight ahead. I followed his action and saw a truck coming towards us which stopped only a few metres away.

Daryl tightened his grip on my hand and I could feel his whole body tense up, but me? I couldn't give less of a damn. I rather be dead anyways and whats better than a clean shot through the head? the most painless and coward way out of this hell.

The car turned off and a second later a figure stepped out. Maybe due to lack of lighting or my lack of fucks, I couldn't make out who it was until they were only a metre away and had a gun pointing to us.

"Who are you?" A woman's voice escaped from the gun holder's mouth. I uncomfortably shifted my weight on to my left foot as my feet were killing me.

"What kinda fuckin question is that? bitch get the fuck out the road so we can walk to our ultimate death" I replied in a manner that would make Ava proud. My heart suddenly felt caged and heavy at the mention of Ava. My mind replayed her screams as she ran after Merle who was surrounded by walkers.

I blinked away the tears and tried to refocus at the current situation. I realised that Daryl was no longer next to me but next to the new girl.

He held out his hand simultaneously as she held her fist out. They chuckled at the awkwardness and he wrapped his hand around her fist and shaked it. His eyes left their hands and met her eyes as they stared at eachother with quite evident smiles even in this darkness.

I cleared my throat thus snapping them out of their lovely dovey moment and crossed my arms in annoyance. Daryl let go of her fist and walked towards me as she rolled her eyes and walked towards the truck. Great! she's leaving now.

"C'mon let's go" Daryl gently pulled me towards the truck. I stopped half way and pulled my arm from his grasp.

"Go where?" I snapped in confusion and well at the slightest chance of him suggesting to go with his 'Juliet'.

"With them" he replied with annoyance in his voice, his face had hardened as he tried to hide how frustrating he found me right now.

"When was this decided ?" I crossed my arms as he scolded under his breath "right infront of you!" he shout whispered at me then took hold of my arm and pulled me towards the truck again.

He quickly opened the back door and I reluctantly got in. Daryl closed the door and started walking around the truck, I decided to look through the window on my left but then  yelped at the sight of a woman merely a few centimetres away from me causing her to chuckle lightly. whatever.

The door of the passenger seat at the front opened and Daryl filled the vacant seat and closed the door. With the dim lighting of the moon I managed to see 'Juliet' (Yes that is what I'm calling this bitch until further notice) smile at him before starting the engine and driving to god knows where.

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