Starting Over... |Daryl Dixon| |The Walking Dead|

Chapter 3: A Different Perspective

AN: alright, i just want to say a few things:

1) I am doing my BEST to keep Daryl in character, including typing in a way that potrays his southern accent.. so if any words or phrases look a little weird, just think of it in a southern drawl. ((ie: "down'ere" = "down there", "world'a" = "world of", etc))

2) From here on out, the story will be a mix of events that happened in the show, and things that I make up. I might even switch the order of some events. Just a warning so no one is confused!!

Thanks everyone, pleaaase vote&&comment (:

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-DARYL POV-

Walkers always had a way of showin' up at just the wrong time, 'n today was livin' proof'a that.

They must'a breached the fence at one'a its weak points 'n stormed the lot, hungry 'n lookin' for their next meal. Today they'd picked the wrong people to fuck with.

The walkers had taken us by surprise 'n split our group up...Lori, Carl 'n Maggie had gone missin' somewhere in'a lower half'a the prison durin'the attack. Those halls down'ere were like a damn maze, and they couldn't manage keepin'up. I hoped for the best but expected the worst... somethin' you learned to do these days, or you were in for a world'a hurt.

When I was sure every last one'a those undead flesh munchers was taken out, I lowered my trusty crossbow down to my side. The eerily quiet lot was soaked in blood 'n walker heads layin' around everywhere. We were all just standin' around, waitin' to see who'd be the one to move first. As I looked around the group'a us, I noticed Rick startin' to look a little paniced. No doubt he was thinkin'a Lori and Carl.

Suddenly, a huge rusted over door creaked open on the other side'a the lot. A hopeful feelin' rose in'a group as we all watched Carl walk on out, expectin' to see Lori right on his heels like always. But for me, that feelin' disappeared when I saw Carl's head held low 'n his slow, defeated stride. Rick, on'a other hand, made a B-line for Carl 'n dropped to his knees in front'a him. He touched the boy's face with both hands, starin' him in the eyes... But Carl didn't budge.

When the door creaked open a second time, Maggie stepped out. She was shaken up, 'n her arms were all bloody. Then a sound I was sure none'a us had heard in a real long time echoed over the prison lot. It was the weak cries of a baby, 'n it was comin' from the bundle nestled in Maggie's arms.

It was Lori's baby.

And that's when the reality hit me like a ton'a bricks. Usually, our group was a real team. We always kicked some walker ass 'n got out in one piece. But today, we suffered a loss... I knew Lori wasn't gon' be comin' outta that door.

"No, no, no, no..." Rick started to groan as he paced back 'n forth across the bloody concrete. "Lori... Not Lori..."

The rest'a us had no choice but to stand there 'n watch while Rick quickly came to terms that Lori was dead. While Glenn comforted Maggie 'n the baby, Rick threw himself on'a ground, cryin' out and sobbin' real hard. The grief was just crushin' him...

After a few seconds, it got hard to watch Rick anymore without feelin' like I'd break down myself.

So, I quietly excused myself from the group, 'n decided to do a sweep'a the lot's border. We'd wiped out at least 70 walkers inside the prison just a few minutes ago, but it was never a bad idea to double check.

Armed with my trusty ol' crossbow, I strolled along the edge'a the lot by the fence. I stepped over the bodies'a the walkers, kickin' their heads a little just to make extra sure they were dead.