My Damaged Hero (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction//love story)

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As the man emerges from the fog steping towards me in a slow motion, wow this man is really good looking, older than me but this is the apocalypse so it doesn't matter right. This man walks and stops right infront of me he has his crossbow aiming at my head but I couldn't help but take in his appearance, he has dirty blone shortish hair and a stained green ish top and sexy clenched mussel's what am I thinking he might he a complete psycho but a good looking one.
“Whats yer name” the man said with a deep gruffy voice definitely from georgia and probably a hick really good looking one
“I said what is yer name”he yells louder,I can tell he is getting very angry because I haven't answered so before he gets to mad I should probably answer him
“Chase, chase lincon whats yours”I say politely holding my hand out for him to shake it but he joust shrugs it of, ouch that hurt a little but I didn't show it, he gust kept his crossbow aimed at me.

He begins to lower it then suddenly a group of loud moans everywhere  it sounds like they are getting closer and closer fear begins to rise inside me as I hold my knifes tighter in my hand, the next thing I know I am back to back with the man who has hos crossbow aiming in the direction of the moans on his side

"The names daryl dixon and if we make it out alive you can come back to ma group" a smirk slowly makes its way across his lips then suddenly fades as the moans get louder, god that smirk makes me melt like butter, snap out of it will you otherwise you are going to die the voice in my head tells me. Right I get into attack mode as the first walker makes it way towards me I run up to it and stab it right between the eyes then it falls limp. I can hear daryl grunting as he kills the walkers that are coming through at a rapid rate, I see about three making there way over to me I kick the first one in the stomach that makes it fall to the ground with a large thump, I stab the second one in the eye as cold blood splats all over my face 'yuck' I shout trying not to get it in my mouth.

When I stab the last two, another walker grabs me from behind and pulls me to the ground as it trys to take a bite out of my neck I let out a scream and daryl turns round
"Get the fuck of her" he shouts at the walker angry as he stabs it in the head, he grabs my hand and pulls me up with great strenth
"Thanks" I said trying to catch my breath, he gives a small smile and nods at me and turns around and continues stabing walkers with his crossbow and knife. I took down seven more walkers cutting myself very deeply in the process.I hear a large thump, I turn my head to see two walkers on top of daryl I quickly ran over to him a stabed the first one in the back of the head and I grabed the last one by the clothes and threw it over to the side and sat on top of it as I stab it in the head.

I rolled over so I am laying next to daryl on my back as both of us trying to catch our breaths, he turns his head so he is facing me and I do the same we just sit there breathing heavily starring into each others eyes and he jas rhe most beautiful georgia blue eyes I have ever seen. He breaks the stare and slowly sits up I do the same but I pull back in a sharp pain I am guessing he herd because in one motion she turned to me and looked at my bleeding stomach.
“I will take yer back to ma camp and get yer fixed up, yer will be fine” he gives me a reassuring smile as he hepls me up, the pain is horrible but I try not to show it because I dont want to look weak infront of him.
“thanks for saving me, it means a lot” I say to him in loud yet shy voice, he turns around and grabs his crossbow and looks up
“well yer returned the favour by savin me ” he said giving me a smile. He points his head in the direction we are going I hope the people at his camp are as nice as him I think to myself. It was quite at first untill he spoke up
“ where are ya from you dont sound like ya from hear” he asks sweetly, I let put a little laugh
“well no I am British, I came here for a holiday and the virus broke out and I couldn't get home” that last part hit me really bad because I dont know if my family is alive or dead I could feel a warm tear run down my cheek I quickly wiped it way but I think he saw
“I didn't mean to up set ya-”before he could finnish his sentence I cut him of I didn't want him to think it was his falt.
“no its not your falt dont worrie I just..well miss them” I look up to see his blue eyes he nods in agreement and looks infront of his to see wear we are going it was a littel quite untill we see a dear.