Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

Slow It Down

"Tie up your scarf real tight. These boys are out for blood tonight."

It was hard to think about how we got to this point. Well, I guess it was and it wasn't. It was both literal and obscure. Somehow, genes got mutated and created this virus in which, after death, certain sections of the brain are regenerated. I learned of this before my father passed, and first witnessed it when he did. From there, me, Daryl, and Merle tried to flee the city, only to be stopped and met the group. Then there was the C.D.C., the farm, the prison, and here. We lost and met many people, got separated, and some of us found each other. 

Before we left that house, Michonne found us. We didn't really plan on leaving, either. However, while Michonne and Carl left Rick and I in the house, another group came by claimed it as theirs. We had to sneak out but ended up killing a few of them in the process. 

So that's how we ended up following those train tracks to a place called Terminus. I'm the one who found the map and sign. All tracks led to the community.

Sanctuary for all. Community for all. Those who arrive, survive.

We decided to take our chances in hopes that the rest of the group found the same train tracks. 

But then that led us here; our weapons on the ground, men surrounding us, a gun to my head. An older man was saying how we "messed up" and that this was our reckoning. One of them eyed me up and down before chuckling to himself.

"Claimed," he said before walking towards me. 

"No," the older man stopped him. "We don't claim people. And besides, it was her and this one right here." He held a gun to Rick's head.

I thought about everything while he rambled. In these life-or-death situations, I find myself doing this a lot. My mind wanders to better places. It tries to, at least.

"Whoa, whoa," another voice interrupted before the body emerged from the darkness. Holy shit.

I struggled against my perpetrator. He's alive. He's here. Daryl looked around at Rick, Michonne, and lingered on me. 

"Hold up."

"You're stopping me on eight, Daryl."

"Just hold up," he muttered while walking closer. 

"These are the two that killed Lou so we got nothin' to talk about," the man who held me said. He pushed the gun farther into my temple.

"The thing about nowadays is we got nothin' but time," the leader spoke. "Say your piece, Daryl."

"These people," he began, "you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people."

"I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I'll, of course, have to speak for him here because your friends strangled him in a bathroom."

"You want blood. I get it."

"Daryl," I said. That got the gun to my head cocked and ready to be shot. My breaths quickened as Daryl's eyes darted at me. You know better, Belle. Bite your fucking tongue. He dropped his crossbow.

"Take it from me, man." 

I struggled even more. I won't lose Daryl over this. I can't lose Daryl over this. 

"You wanna end up dead?" the man snapped at me. "Stay fucking still."

"Come on," Daryl urged.

"These two killed our friend. You say they're good people. See, that right there is a lie. It's a lie."