Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Sixteen| Running Again

🌱Kristina🌱

I pull my bag out of the back of the truck, almost dropping it when it came free. I blow my hair out of my face. Daryl suddenly swoops in and grabs my bag with one hand, throwing it over his shoulder. I smile following him into the house. "I had it, ya know."

"Yeah, I know," he says setting the bag on the floor. I stare out into the field, thinking of Dale. He went out after the debate and a walker got him. Daryl had to shoot him, end his suffering. I feel Daryl's hand on my side, catching my attention. I look up into his concerned eyes. "Hey, you okay?" I nod slowly, tucking hair behind my ear.

"Just....thinking about, Dale." He nods in understanding. We're moving into the farmhouse because winter is settling in. Rick and Daryl are going out to cut Randall loose, a way of honoring Dale.

"I'll be back in a few hours, pretty soon this little pain in the ass will be a distant memory." I nod and pull him into a hug. It takes a moment before he hugs me back. We stay like this for a minute before he pulls away. I look to my left and see Carol. She gives me a small smile and nods her head. "Stay safe."

"Yes, ma'am." I smile and shove him playfully. I begin helping everyone unpack and only a few minutes pass before I hear raised voices. I leave the house with, Carol, Lori, Maggie, and Beth. I see Dean speaking with Jimmy. I see Daryl, Rick, and Andrea.

"What's wrong?" I ask walking up to the small group and Daryl turns to me. "Randall's missing."

"Missing? How? How long has he been gone?" Carol asks stepping up. "What's goin' on?" Lori asks not far behind. "It's hard to say."

"The cuffs are still hooked," Andrea says and we look at her. "He must' slipped em," Glenn says. "Is that possible?"

"It is if you've got nothing to lose. The door was secured from the outside."

"Rick! Rick!" We all turn to see, Shane stumbling out of the woods, blood on his face from his wounds. Rick rushes over to help support him and bring him over. "What happened?"

"He's armed! He's got my gun!" My eyes widen and I stand by Carol. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face."

"All right, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, come with us." Rick orders and they nod. T-Dog begins urging people back to the house. Daryl looks at me and I look back. He comes over and I look up at him. "You have your pistol?" I nod, placing my hand on my holster. "Good, stay inside, keep everyone calm, we'll be back."

"You better," I whisper fearfully and he gives me an affectionate look. He leans down and kisses my cheek. "I'll be back. Lock the doors and don't open them until we're back. Okay?" I nod and watch him walk away with, Glenn. "Come on, Kris, let's go inside." I nod and allow Carol to lead me back to the house.

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I pace the living room feeling on edge after hearing the gunshot. "I'm going after them," I say. "Don't, they could be anywhere. And if Randall comes back, we're gonna need you here." The door opens and I turn, sighing when I see, Daryl. I rush over and give him a small hug before pulling back.

"Rick and Shane ain't back?"

"No," Dean says from where he stood beside Jimmy. "We heard a shot," Daryl says. "Maybe they found Randall."

"We found him." I look back at them. "Is he back in the shed?" Andrea asks and he shakes his head. "He's a walker," Glenn says, running his hand through his hair. "Did you find the walker that bit him?"