❛ 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 nine.
The car we were in skidded to a stop, Rick opening the door and cautiously climbing out. Jesus was already on the ground once Rick began to question him. I blocked it out and turned to Daryl while they talked. He gazed down at me, catching the nervousness that laid deep in my eyes. He slipped his hand into mine and lifted it up to his lips, kissing it. I gave him a faint smile, the anxiety not subsiding. We stayed this way for a few beats before Daryl opened the door and stood up to see what was taking so long.
"The hell're we waitin' on," he questioned, annoyed. Jesus pointed towards a hill.
"Them," he simply stated. Two men appeared riding horses, the horses' hooves clicking on the pavement as they briskly approached. Daryl leaned down towards me.
"Stay in the car," he whispered, leaving my side.
"Who dares to trespass on the sovereign land of the—" one of the men abruptly ceased talking before immediately continuing. "Shit, I'm sorry Jesus."
The Kingdom, old timey language, body armor, horses: was this a joke or a set-up?
When I shifted my gaze back to the window, my heart leaped. A man stood before it, staring daggers inside.
"Get out of the car," he demanded. I climbed out of the car, my legs shaking nervously. Everyone in the car trailed out after me, still managing to stay close to the vehicle for safety. Daryl immediately grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on my skin to try and calm me down. "Line up." A chill ran down my spine. Line up? Line up like Negan forced us to? What was this man gonna do to us?
"This is a waste of time," Daryl grunted, gripping my hand even tighter. "Let's go."
"You're right." The man nodded emotionlessly. "The King is a busy man and it's a dangerous world; we don't allow random packs of strangers to walk through our doors."
"We want to make the world less dangerous and we're here to show the King how serious we are about that," Michonne spoke honestly. She always knew when to say the right thing. The man was quiet for a few moments, thinking.
"The car stays outside," he stated. "And you gotta hand over your guns."
"That's alright," Rick smirked. "We only have two." He handed over the guns to the man without hesitation. He took hold of them and swiveled around on his heel.
"Follow me," he instructed. We staggered after him onto a path. Jesus and him chatted quietly while the rest of us stayed silent. Daryl and I walked side by side, hand in hand as we usually did. As we approached the gates, they slowly swung open to let us step foot into the Kingdom. I quietly gasped at the first few glances I took around the vicinity. This place was even better than all the other refuges I've visited, not to mention that this was probably the most normal looking community I've ever seen; there was a garden, large buildings, and an abundance of people doing a plethora of different activities.
