angels and demons || daryl dixon // hiatus

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› I've decided to continue on the story by some encouraging words coming from a stranger.

Thank you
And happy reading (◡‿◡✿)

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Your P.O.V

A thousand thoughts came into my head, 'Was he bit?', 'What the hell is is that patch for?' ,'Who was 'Lori'?' and 'Why is he wearing a creepy hospital gown?' all those thoughts remained on my head when I heard the familiar groaning near me.

'Shit.' I cursed to myself.
'Should I bring him with me or leave the poor man alone.' I thought I only had a couple minutes to decide or else I would be eaten alive by the dead. Making my final decision I pulled him by the shoulders and dragged him towards my house.

'Fending off the walkers I would occasionally drop him earning a couple groans from the stranger. I hurriedly pulled him up again and dragged him to the porch steps of my house flinging the door open and closing it behind me dragging him to the couch nearby.

I ripped off the old bandage revealing a wound that didn't seem to appear to be a scratch or a bite mark just a hollow wound. 'Must of been a from a gunshot or something.' I thought as I cleaned his wound, I replaced his old patch for a new one and left the man on the couch left asleep. Hopefully he would wake anytime soon without being one of those things outside if I mistaken the wound for a bite. I headed towards my room and jumped on the covers of my bed and kept an eye open for the rest of the night hoping no danger would come across my sleep.

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The man still hasn't waken, the sun was barely rising which meant it was morning, the few sun strays seeping through the curtains illuminated light through the room.

'Maybe he's dead.' I thought stupididly just as I said that his eyes fluttered open revealing his light blue eyes blinking a couple times to adjust from the sunlight hitting his face.

Raising my hand to check if he had a fever, he inched away from my touch.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just checking if you have a fever." I told him and he just nodded his head in response. Touching his forehead it felt cool enough not to have a fever. It was quiet for a few minutes when I decided to speak up.

"What was that wound for?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"Gunshot." he coughed out.

"What were you doing out there alone with no weapons to defend yourself off the walkers?" I bombed him with questions.

"Walkers?" he asked.

"Yeah, those dead people that walk around, you've seen them right, they could of killed you out there eaten alive by them if I wasn't there." He was quiet for a few minutes, his face marked that he was thinking about something.

It was strange, the man in-front of me seemed to not know anything that's been happening around. Assured that that everyone knew about it from now.

"You don't know what's happening around do you?" I said quietly.
There was a long pause until he spoke
"I woke up today," he whispered
"In the hospital, I guess I was in a coma that's all I know."

I couldn't help but pity him, he had been asleep for the past three or so weeks and he doesn't know anything that's been happening lately.

"Over the past three or so weeks since you've been asleep, there was this epidemic virus that spread around, people were being infected and turned to those things outside, I'm sure you've seen them right?" I inquired to him and he just nodded his head.

"The things outside, the dead people can kill you just by getting a scratch or been bitten you become one of them, a fever hits your first and then you somehow burn dying from it." I explained to him, it took him a while to process the words that flew from my mouth to his head, I couldn't blame him he was woken up in the middle of an apocalypse and been told that there were man eating dead people desired to have a taste on your own flesh.

"My family," he whimpered out.
"Could they be alive?"

"Perhaps, during the first week there was a broadcast said to head to Atlanta that there would be food, shelter and military protection from those dead things. They could be there."I finished.

"Then why haven't you gone there, instead you stayed here why?" He questioned me.

"I would of been gone by now, I was planning to go there I would invite you to come with but I just I don't have a ride to go there and walking would be dangerous."

"I have a car, we can both head over there. I'm Sheriff Deputy, Rick Grimes and thank you for saving my life." He smiled kindly reaching over for a handshake.

"I'm [y/n] [l/n], and I'm just a lucky survivor." I said taking his hand on mines giving a firm handshake.

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3rd P.O.V.

Both Rick and [y/n] headed towards the officers house meanwhile [y/n] handed Rick a bat for him to teach him how to kill the walkers. Along the way they both chatted about their old lives, she told him about his father, but left her mother out of the conversation. He gave encouraging words to [y/n] that she would find her father there as well she told him he would find his family there too. Rick was a good man she trusted him as well as he trusted her, after all she did save his life. Reaching Ricks porch steps he knew well that his family was alive and probably left to Atlanta since he took notice that his old family photos were gone missing. Quickly, he packed his clothes and changed into his officers uniform and grabbed the keys for the 'King County Sheriff's Department' building and headed their way there.

Your P.O.V.

Rick opened the door quietly, making the door a squeak in sound, checking if there were any walkers inside. My hand was gripping tightly on my knife ready to stab one of those bastards in the head, luckily there wasn't and we walked towards the gun section and grabbed all of the guns and ammunition that could fit in our bags. After he explained the rules of the guns, which I already knew about, we headed to his car and climbed in and we drove off to our next destination.

Atlanta.

I couldn't help but think, 'who was Lori, why did he call me that, was that his wife?'

I soon regretted it when my tongue rolled out those words.
He had a pained look on his face when I asked him.

"My wife." he whispered.

"You'll find her Rick, I know it." He smiled weakly at me and turned on the radio trying to broadcast with a channel but all we heard back was the indistinguishable radio sound.

Entering the city Atlanta was quiet, no sounds, no walkers, surprisingly, no people around that was when we heard the wings of a helicopter on the sky and decided to follow it.

Just as we were about to take a left turn it was unbelievable, hundredths of walkers were blocking us from following the helicopter as we were about to hit reverse another wall of walkers were covering from behind us.

We were stranded

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› So I think I should stop here,
I could of done better I'm sorry.

Well I hope you have a good day/sleep,

Til the next one guys.