Among the Unknown: A Daryl Dixon fanfic

Chapter 25: Familiar Voice

Narrator:

    Over the next month, the group seemed to be quite close and trustworthy of Sasha and Tyreese. They helped out anytime they could and were always one of the first people to offer to do something whether it was a chore or going on a run.

      Daryl held no more suspicions of Sasha and Tyreese as they to grew closer and dependent on one another. Taylor recovered back to full condition but only getting morning sickness on a rare occasion.

    The group has sustained the fence and walkers around it so it wouldn't break in the future. Though the group has now run low on supply's.

Daryl's P.O.V:

"Alright! Daryl, Glenn, and Tyreese, I'd like you guys to come with me on this run for more supplies; were starting to run low." Rick announced, we all nodded as parted ways to get our weapons and equipment ready before heading out.

  I turned on my heels and being met by a pair of bright green eyes that I knew only belonged to one person.

"You better stay safe!" Taylor stated sternly,

"An if I don't?" I teased, giving her a wink before giving her a loving kiss. "I will babe, don't worry." I bent down so that I was slightly level with her growing stomach.

"I'll be back before ya know I'm gone! Don't ya go no where!" I gently poked her stomach sillily and stood back up.

"I ain't leavin ya." I whispered, gently grabbing her chin and giving her a long, deep kiss. Our lips matching in sync with one another's perfectly.

"Ahem! We should get a move on." Rick said, I groaned and pulled away.

    I kissed her forehead once more before hitching my crossbow onto my shoulder and turning around to follow Rick outside to an awaiting car for us to leave.

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"Were here!" Glenn announced, we all readied our weapons as we approached the upcoming department store.

      We parked at the end of the street by the store and hid the truck behind some trees just in case. Once I stepped foot out of the truck; the smell of rotted, decaying flesh hit my nose.

"Oh god..." Tyreese groaned,

"Come on, it ain't that bad." I grumbled, I fought the strong urge of bringing my shirt up to my nose to breath through. I could handle a little stench...

"Let's go." Rick ordered, we all moved in toward the parking lot of the department store with our weapons drawn.

    Trash was strewn all over the ground along with random articles of clothing; none of them worth picking up. Random cars lay empty all across the lot in front of the store doors.

    I passed by a small Camry that reeked something awful. When I looked inside, a persons entrails were spewed all over the front windows and seat while a gun laid spent in what remained of the persons hand.

"Damn shame..." I mumbled,

    We all continued through the parking lot slowly and quietly. After we cleared the area in front of the store, we all met up by the front doors.

    I opened my mouth to say something when I was cut off by another voice; an all too familiar voice that I thought I would never hear again..

"Well, well, well... If it ain't my baby brother!"