Grit | The Walking Dead

Still There

\\Disclaimer: I changed Dylan's name to Calpurnia (Cal) because I like it better for her. Everything else is still the same//

My eyes pierced into his for about 5 seconds before he spoke in an even more raspy voice than before, "God dammit."

I watched him as his head dropped a little, his hair covering his eyes.

Should I tell him? I thought to myself. No, I have a better chance at getting away if I keep my mouth shut.

The cool night air stung the open wound on my shoulder. I winced and drew in a breath through my teeth.

Daryl ripped one of his sleeves off his shirt and tried to cover the wound. It took everything in me to keep from whimpering, the fabric stinging my fresh wound like hell.

"Cal..." he wouldn't look me in the eyes. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Dude, it's fine. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Let's just get the supplies, finish what we came out here to do."

He didn't move, just stared at his feet, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Better not blame yourself either  'cause it ain't your damn fault. Let's get moving, now," I stated as I picked up his cross bow and handed it to him. It was a lot heavier than it looked.

I started walking when I noticed he opened his mouth to say something. I back tracked and got close to his face.

"I didn't bring you out here for a supply run," he shifted his weight before continuing, "at least, that's not all I came out here for. I brought you out here so I could try and get that information out of you myself, since I knew you wouldn't just tell some stranger demandin' it from you. This is my fault." He was looking straight at me, the moon light illuminated his face.

I scanned him for a second; he still had the same sorry look in his eyes, but now it was mixed with something else. Maybe acceptance of the fact that he knew I was going to die.

"Well... keep walking and maybe I'll tell you something," I finally replied, grabbing him by the wrist. He followed closely.

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"Go ahead," I spoke up after two minutes of walking in silence.

He took about five seconds to come up with, "Where did you get all that artillery from. Some of the things we found in your bag are considered weapons of war; how the hell did you get your hands on 'em?"

He helped me over a fallen tree before I answered, "It's a long story. Might die before you get the full answer." He didn't seem to think that was very funny so I started off.

"I used to work for the police force in Washington. The high-rankers in the police force know where all the heavy artillery is kept. After everything happened, my friend and I finessed our way into the compartment and took what we needed. Cost her her hand, though. Got bit on the way back up so I cut it off for her. She didn't make it too long after that."

He didn't miss a beat, "What did you need it for?"

"Well...I uh, had a place in mind of where I wanted to go. Figured I'd need to clear the place out when I got there so I decided to take something to help me out."

We stopped walking.

"What place did you have in mind?"

I watched him, his eyes flickering from my eyes to the area around us, probably making sure no more deadheads were lurking around. Did I really want to tell him where I planned on going? What if he decides to take his people there after he thinks I'm dead?

"An apartment that I grew up in," I lied.

"You're lyin'," he almost smirked.

I blew out a breath and chuckled, moving to the ground and leaning my head back on a tree. He did the same.

"This place back in Georgia. I'm from there, but I came here to pursue the whole police thing my mom wanted me to do. Back in Georgia, my aunt owned this huge house in a gated community. There were supposed to be more houses built inside the community, but it just never happened. I figured I could go there, clear it out if need be, then live there for as long as I like. Maybe find someone to come with me," I admitted, picking up a dead leaf and folding it until it crumbled on the ground like confetti.

I looked up at Daryl, who looked down as soon as my eyes met his. I reached over and pulled his face up, making him look at me.

"Sounds pretty easy," he spoke up, trying to fill the silence as I watched his face.

"Yeah, which is why it'll never work," I laughed as I dropped my hand from his face onto the pine straw.

"Especially now," he mumbled, looking at the ground again.

I should tell him, shouldn't I.

"Actually, it could still work," I spoke up. He looked at me with a sorry look on his face, this time mixed with confusion.

"Cal, you got bit," he stated.

"I'll be fine."

He knitted his brows.

"What do you mean?"

I sat there for a second, chewing on my lip.

"I'm immune."

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This chapter was pretty long but I hope you guys enjoyed it. I see more and more people are starting to read this so I'm super excited about that. Keep reading cause there's more to come🖤
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