Sophia's Pov
"I'm so sorry.." Daryl's cold eyes stared down at me with an angry but hurt expression. Rick started crying, alone with everyone else in our group.. All but him.
Rick looked at me with adoration. "What were her last moments."
Raven spit up blood as we neared the camp. She fell to her knees and gasped for air. I looked to her with horror. "R-Raven?" She looked up at me, but not into my eyes. Tears in her own.
"Sophia.. I can hear you.. But I can't see you-" She spit more blood and I noticed how pale she was. Her eyes were starting to lose their glow. "Raven.. I'm scared."
She leaned her head back, falling completly onto her back with a smile. "Dont be scared. Tell everyone.. That I'm going to soar dead or alive."
I closed my eyes with regret as she closed her eyes.
"Sophia?" I blinked in surprise when seeing Rick looked at me with worry. "Oh uh.." He pat me on the back. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. We are just glad you are back. Safe and sound."
Daryl picked up his crossbow from beside me, looking at it with sadness then hatred.
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Daryl's Pov
I walked into the woods with a stone cold glare. I shot everything in site. Squirrels, rabbits, walkers. I heard the snap of a twig and turned back aiming my crossbow at the person.
My eyes widened seeing Raven. She smiled. "You just gonna point that thing at me? No welcome back?" I looked at her with a smile but frowned remembering.
"She was. Bitten on her forearm."
My eyes trailed down and I saw there was no mark on her arm. I sighed with a frown. "And here I thought you'd stay alive." She walked up to me, her hand trailed up my arm, but I didn't feel it. I just stared into those eyes that I missed.
She smiled the only smile I wanted to see. "Daryl. Will you stay with me?" The voice grew an echo and I heard it again.
"Stay with me Daryl. Stay. Stay. St-"
"Oh my God. Daryl!" A knife was thrown at me and I backed up to see a walker instead of Raven. I sighed again and looked over at Sophia. She ran over to me.
Sophia's Pov
"You didn't get scratched did you?" My fingers brushed up against hiz arm and he pushed me away rather roughly. "Don't touch me!"
"B-But Daryl-" "Don't touch me.." He fell to his knees with a thud and held his head. "She promised.." "Promised you what?"
He chuckled but it was more of a cry than a laugh. "That she was going to kick my ass." I gulped. "Daryl.. She wanted me to give you this." I pulled the only thing of hers I had.
.
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."This is.. Her.. Her necklace?"
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Temerity ➳ Daryl Dixon
Hayran Kurgute·mer·i·ty təˈmerədē/ noun excessive confidence or boldness; audacity.