Marching With the Dead (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

•Chapter 15•

•Chapter 15•

•Grace's POV•

I stared at the wide door until it swung upward. Daryl's distraught face came into view as he climbed in. He slammed the door behind him and let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry," he looked up at me. I furrowed my eyebrows,"Why did you do that to me? You think I would've done the same? Don't you dare try to explain yourself saying that you were gonna come back and that you had to make sure it was safe!"

He rolled his eyes at me and propped his back against the door. He then reached into his pocket and something crinkled. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a small Debbie cake at me with no words. I caught it and glared at him.

I could tell the stare was making him uncomfortable so he roughly said,"I'm goin' take a piss." He opened the entrance once again and was out of my sight.

I looked down at the snack Daryl threw me and for some reason, I suddenly felt full. Knowing I shouldn't force something down my throat, I put it in my bag for later.

My eyes drooped from the lack of sleep. I've grown accustomed to a full nights rest. It looks like I'm going to have to get out of the routine and train myself on sleepless nights for a few days. Since I needed sleep, I'll start practicing tomorrow.

I pulled out the small blankets I had in my bag and set them down to form a makeshift cot. I was going to use my arm as a pillow since the product wasn't available to me at the moment. I faced my back to the door Daryl was going to come through at any moment.

I was half asleep when I heard the click of the trunk opening. There was some shuffling, but I didn't care to turn around since I knew it was Daryl. The noise stopped and then an arm wrapped around my stomach. My body froze under the touch.

"Get the fuck off me," I snarled grabbing its wrist and flinging it behind me. "Oh, c'mon, babe," I heard the owner of the arm whisper. The hand retracted to its original spot and kept pulling me closer to their body.

I turned my head around to see who was trying to get at me when a pair of lips crashed into mine. They opened and closed forcefully against me leaving slobber across my face. I tried to let out a scream for Daryl since this would never be him, plus we're surrounded by a bunch of perverted men.

"Shhh, doll. I told ya I was gonna take good care of ya," the man whispered menacingly. My eyes tore open to see the greasy haired man staring at me with a luscious smirk. Len grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. "Daryl!" I shouted. He saved me the last time, maybe he can do it again. The lips crashed into mine forcing me to stop my screaming.

The man strattled me to keep me in place while he tended to his horny mind. "Daryl! Help!" I continued to shout. It felt like my throat was dry and no sound could come from it. I then felt a sting on my right cheek realizing Len had just slapped me. I let out another pained scream causing him to get angrier.

I heard the swinging of the trunk door knowing I'm either saved or they're all trying to get some action. Something pulled the sweaty body off me and I heard grunting. I shot up to see Daryl holding Len by the collar and punching him repeatedly. Daryl let go of his shirt and started to kick him in the stomach while jutting him between the legs. The man had blood dripping from his lip and his eye was swollen from where Daryl's fist made contact with his face.

"Woah, woah there, bud. We got it from here," the leader grabbed the man from Daryl's reach and hauled him from my view. Daryl stared after them heaving deep breathes. I was in shock when he turned to me with a menacing look on his face. I started to tremble when Daryl kept staring at me as he climbed in the trunk.