Young God | Daryl Dixon |

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       I didn't start out like this. I wasn't born to be like this. I couldn't breathe, how could I when I was surrounded? I had no one , they were either all dead or spread out and lost. I had a group, ever since the start I have been with someone, this is the first time I was alone with presence. I've been alone with spirit ever sinse I ran away from home. I went looking for my brother. I found him when my people went to a prison. That prison is now up in flames and fucked to hell. Just like everything else in this damned world, right?

       At this moment I was content, I was alright with not breathing. I was alright with the moans and groans and blood thirsty fucks we call walkers surrounding me. I was on top of an RV staring up at the sky. It was getting dark and I was still surrounded, I can't even wrap my brain around the time I crawled my way up here away from the herd behind me.

        I missed my people, i missed a lot of things I know is impossible to possess now. But most importantly I missed Daryl Dixon.

      We got separated after the attack at the prison. I've never gone a day without seeing him, arguing with him, trying my hardest to make him smile and he'd barely crack and smile but it was always worth it. If you were to ask anyone else at the prison, at the farm, or in Atlanta they would've told you I was a stone cold bitch who wouldn't think twice about snapping your neck if you got to close, but if you asked how I was with Daryl , they'd tell you I was the funniest person alive, always happy and never saw anything wrong with this dead world that we are just surviving in.

      That's what it's always been about. Survival. With Daryl I didn't have to worry about it, I always felt protected. He told me I was like his little sister , of some sorts.. He thought it was so funny when I'd get confused when he'd say of some sorts but later I realized it was because of my skin complexion. I used to have very light mocha dyed skin, but now that the world is coming to its end, I'm always out in the sun, I've noticed I have gotten darker over the years, months, weeks, I've been living like this.

      His brother hated the thought of us being friends. Apparently he wasn't very keen on black people, or anyone darker than himself. Daryl almost put an arrow threw Merle's skull for calling him a "Nigger lover."

      Sure both of the Dixon's were assholes and had their reasons to be, but Daryl has a heart, and his brother.. ha his brother was a completely different story. Daryl told me only a little about his past when I told him about mine, that I was abused and my scars were forever there. I told him the past made us the strong survivors we are today and we shouldn't worry about it.

      My brother used to always tell me if I worry about the past then I'll never see the future, I looked up to him, I found him and now he's gone again.

     I turn to my side and look over the edge of the RV. I look down at the walker in front of me and it makes me sick. They make me angry. They weren't people, they weren't monsters, they weren't anything but flesh walking around looking to tear someone's life away.

     If they were still there by morning, I guess I'll just take out all my anger on them and maybe fucking die. "Now that's no way to think" my brother told me.

"What the fuck.." I whisper to myself as I slowly get up. I look towards my feet and I see my brother standing in front of me, I'm obviously hallucinating. "Go away I'm obviously dreaming, I can't do this to myself, YOU," I started yelling pointing my finger at him. "YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!" I yelled. I don't know what it is but I was angered. I've always been angry but I always kept it bottled up. It was about time I sucked shit up and stopped hiding behind Daryl. After all he isn't here.

"YOU LEFT ME ONCE, THEN YOU DID IT AGAIN. EVERY-TIME I NEED YOU, YOU AREN'T THERE. WHERE WERE YOU, WHEN.." I stuttered, there was a lump in my throat and a shooting pain in my chest as I remembered what I went through after my brother left. He said he'd come back for me but never did. "when.." I tried to start but it felt like nothing was going to come out. "Come here.. I'm so sorry." He cooed walking towards me arms opened wide. No, no he can't just say sorry, sorry doesn't make the scars go away. "No, no I can't believe you did this." I said tears were now streaming down my cheeks and pushed him, right over the edge and into the walkers.

"NO ! NO BOB, NO!" I screamed and woke up. I knew I was dreaming. But walkers were still walking around, not as many though, maybe less than a dozen, last night there were at least 3 dozen.  I sneaked over to the broken later and jumped down. I went over and picked up my machete I dropped last night and my pistol. I remembered what my leader once told me, "gunfire will attract more, only do it if necessary." So I looked down at my machete and smirked. This is going to be fun.

     I looked at all the walkers and I for some reason felt happy. Killing these pieces of shit made me happy. It scared me.

    I walked up to one and started the walker massacre.

"Hey asshole, heads up." I said as it turned around and groaned at me, without hesitation I sliced the top of its head open causing it to fall to the ground in silence. With every swing and slice I took, I gained more and more energy and strength, I felt like running a marathon, I have all the time in the world now so I might as well. I violently killed any walker I came in contact with. I was becoming a whole new me and I kind of loved it. She seemed strong and that's all I wanted to be.

        I ran down a rail road, I had my bag filled with a half full water bottle and a new shirt and bandages and a small pocket knife. I had a machete, my favorite weapon and a pistol my leader gave me as a present on my "birthday" I used to keep track of time and date but I realized how dumb that really was now that it didn't matter. There was no special occasions anymore.

       I was running for what seemed like hours so I stopped to catch my breathe. My calves burning and my head spinning I kept walking towards a small sign I was going to sit up against. I pulled out my water bottle and took a small sip, something on the sign caught my attention, something about Terminus or some shit, but it also had directions for Glenn written in mud. I knew it was Maggie , but also My brother and Sasha. I knew he was alive! So maybe the rest of my group were with them.

      I decided that's where I was headed and that's where I was heading when the sun decided to go to sleep.