❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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sixty eight.
Daryl yanked me out of bed and dragged me down the hallway, bursting through the double doors and into the sunlight. He bolted towards his motorcycle which had been locked up in a bike rack while I took watch. I frantically scanned the area, my heart beating out of my chest at the thought that anybody could catch us at any moment. Daryl dropped the key to the lock, cussing under his breath. His hand shook nervously as he bent down and snatched it up. Someone began to creep around the corner, moments away from discovering us. I tugged on Daryl's flannel to alert him. My stomach twisted; I felt like I was about to throw up.
"Daryl," I muttered almost inaudibly.
"What the hell?" Joseph's jaw dropped as he skidded to a halt in front of us. Daryl gazed over at him, his body tensing. He wrapped his hand around a pipe and began to approach him. Joseph raised his hands in surrender, dropping the sandwich he held. "Whoa, man! It's cool, I swear! You can walk right out that back gate and I won't say anything to anybody, I promise!" Daryl raised the pipe up in the air. "No," Joseph hollered out in fear. Daryl brought the pipe down on his head, beating it in continuously while his blood sprayed out onto a nearby trailer.
"Daryl," I called out, hoping he'd stop so we could move on; Joseph was obviously dead at this point. He continued, rage surging through his body. I could hear him grunt with every hit he initiated. "Daryl," I hissed. He stopped and dropped the pipe. It loudly clattered when it hit the ground. "We have to go!" My legs began to shake in fear; I was pretty sure everyone in the sanctuary had heard us. Daryl rushed over to his motorcycle, wheeling it out and plunging the key into the ignition. He sat down and revved the engine. I climbed on after him, wrapping my arms around his waist as tight as I could. Daryl sped off out of the gate. The wheels kicked up dust behind us, the gasoline a sweet smell to me at the moment.
As the Sanctuary disappeared behind us down the road, I began to grin. I grabbed Daryl's hat and flung it into the air in celebration. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, a giggle at the back of my throat. Daryl smirked, revving his engine a little harder in response.
It wasn't long before a white truck began to speed towards us from down the road. I lifted my head up and away from the crook of Daryl's neck. I could feel myself anxiously digging my fingernails into the back of my hand. What if that was one of Negan's men? We had no weapons to defend ourselves with and word would get out that we'd escaped. If it did, Negan would slaughter us. Daryl's body tensed when the truck came to a halt in the middle of the road. As we approached it, Daryl slowed. I faintly heard him growl at the sight of the door opening. My breath hitched in my throat as the person's boots hit the ground. We were dead.
The unidentified person revealed themselves and my anxiety didn't ease. A man with long hair, a beard, and a long leather trench coat stood before us.
"He's a friend," Daryl told me, relaxing. The man grinned at us as Daryl stopped his bike.
