Opposites Attract (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Prologue

You hate it when the brains get stuck on your sword, because it is always a problem to clean it again. But you had no time for that. More and more walkers appeared around you as you began running. The contact of your feet with the dry leaves lying on the ground causes, for each of your steps, a noise, a soundtrack, an accompaniment melody. The walkers turned suddenly, alarmed by your presence.

Sometimes, you tried to reconstruct their rotting faces with your thoughts, to imagine what it was like before this nightmare, but it was useless. What they were doesn't matter, now there are only the living and the dead. Like prey and her hangman. Or predators and their victims.

You calmly approached a walker and he rabidly opened his jaw. With a quick movement, you rammed your sword into his skull and he falls backwards, driven by the force you muster. You would like to wake up and find yourself in your bed, understanding that you only had a bad dream, knowing that nothing has changed, that the world hasn't become hell.

You went amongst the dense trees, highly concentrated not to lose the way. The sun shine irradiated the surroundings, which made you happy. The Winter was very hard, you were at risk several times with hypothermia and many of your former companions didn't make it. It's terrible to think about it, but you had to burn the bodies to keep the rest of the group warm. Those who lost their lives because they froze to death have given their friends warmth. Half a year has now passed and you were alone. The few survivors you met survived only a blink of an eye. The news that had come to your ears had given you hope. It was told by the military, a base that could have been a second home. Nevertheless, false hopes, as always.

You already felt a knot in your stomach... six months, an eternity. But there was a city where you already had a home. A bed, a room, safe walls, and new friends. Nevertheless, you could arrive there and find the whole city is destroyed, the undead lurking on every corner. But this scenario is nothing new. Therefore, it is better to stay on the ground on your feet. It was difficult to maintain control and clarity in those moments. After all, you didn't know what to expect on arrival. Suddenly you were in front of a floating body, a body that wanted to free itself. A hanged walker and yet you have seen so many under these conditions. Instinctively, you brought your arm back to your sword.

Then you resumed walking. If everything went the way like it had the day you left, you would prepare to meet the families of fallen acquaintances. People who had someone die, someone who was waiting for there return. It was forbidden to cry with them, you had to remain proud and calm. You recognized in the distance a street and lanterns resting on a high branch.

So you dismounted and hurried along the paved road. It seemed to you as if it extended to infinity. Your eyes couldn't see the destination yet, but you knew with certainty that it was not far off. Nevertheless, the joyful waiting was mingled with agonizing fear. A short time later you saw a small stream on the left side. You were tired and thirsty. Although you didn't want to stop at all, it was right to give yourself half an hour to rest. You left the road and followed the stream to the clear, spotless spring. Then you moistened your forehead and filled two bottles of water. In certain situations, you learn to appreciate every type of food, even squirrels and snakes become delicacies...

You lay stretched out on the emerald grass and watch the sky with some white clouds. In other situations, you would have benefited from this moment of calm to think. It's impossible to think about anything because your thinking about nothing. It was neither boredom nor luck, you were just empty. The world had changed and you changed with it. What had brought you forward in those six months was the opportunity to get to the place you called home. More than half an hour passed and you finally got up again. You have to resume your journey and regain your strength and hope.

Nevertheless, this road seemed still endless to you. Abandoned cars, and corpses. Remnants of past lives. The sun was setting, the sky had darkened slightly as you recognized the entrance. Archers and snipers at every corner. They were still well organized without you... you slowed down as if you wanted to enjoy this vision and stood motionless in front of the sign. And now you approached the gates and then left the name of this place behind you: Woodbury.