Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 18

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Melinda's POV

My knees were weak as I slowly made my way to his disposing body. I would have never imagined he would smell this bad, he was always so clean and his hair always done. Now as I get closer his hair is knotted and falling out. His face has deep scratches and dried blood that has fallen from the wounds. His eyes were no longer the light and warming blue that made me fall in love with him, they were a sick yellowish that reminded me of the suns rays as they pop through the clouds.

Tyler's arms stretch out to me and that's when I notice the hole in his shirt. A bit mark peeks through like a sick game of hide and seek. It hides as I try to seek it out. Unfortunately, it's found and I think about the pain he went through as he died a slow death.

My arms mimic his as I reach out and grab his face in my hands. It didn't feel like the skin that had a few pricks of hair that made me laugh. It felt rough and squishy as his muscles break down into liquid.

His large hands grasp my arms in a painful squeeze that is sure to leave a bruise. His meat filled teeth snap at me as his face gets closer, but my hands stop him from sinking his teeth into me. A snarl leaves his throat as he notices he can't get his next meal so easily.

"Tyler?" I whimper. I know it's him, but my mind is telling me not to believe it. It's telling me that this is just a dream and as soon as his blood stained teeth rip open my tan skin this nightmare will be over with. I'll wake up and Tyler will be shaking my shoulders to wake me up and giving me a tight hug, reassuring me that this would never be his fait. But I know better than that.

This world is like a slut; She fucks us all.

"Where is she?" I choke out. I don't even know why I'm asking him, he's not going to answer. "Where is Charlie? Where is our baby?" I rush out as I shake him. His growls become louder as I just stand here taunting him. I have half a mind to let go and let him naw into my body, tear it apart and get everything over with. But the other half says that I have to be strong, I have to hang on to what little I have and survive. Even if I do have to go on without him.

"Mel?" I ignore the voice behind me, knowing good and well that it's Daryl fucking Dixon. Just the very though of him makes my blood boil.

"Where is she?!" I scream. I didn't particularly say it to anyone, just asking in general where she is. More tears make there way over my eyelids as I think of my next actions. I shake my head lightly as I figure out what I'm going to do.

"I love you." I whisper as I close my eyes and let go of his face. I hear a scream from behind me and a gunshot. Once I feel no pain I open my eyes again and see Tyler's body crumpled up in the dirt with blood pooling out of his forehead. The bullet dug into his brain and putting him to rest.

"No!" I scream as I fall to my knees and my loud sobs fill the air. I grab his shirt and start to pull on it, in hopes of him coming back. "Come back! Please!" I beg, but it gets caught in my throat as my breathing gets heavier. "Tyler!" I shriek. I start to pound on his once muscular chest. The cracking of bones and the blood seeping through his shirt let's me know that he's actually dead.

Someone grabs my hands and I give them a good shove before going back to what I was doing. I hear them sit next to me and they grab my body pulling me to them. I stop my pounding to look up at the man. Once I see his face I start to take all my anger out on him.