Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty Two| Good And Bad News

🌱Kristina🌱

I stand in the watchtower, scanning the treeline. Maggie stands watch on the other side behind me. My eyes are drawn from the forest when I catch sight of Kara and Daryl. Kara is holding Daryl's crossbow in her hands as he crouches beside her, gesturing to the target he set up.

I smile, watching fondly as Daryl tries to teach her how to shoot. I look around the prison, I see the children playing, a few adults laughing and chatting. "It's so peaceful out here," I say and hear Maggie shifting to look at me.

"Yeah, it is." Suddenly gunfire echo's from inside the prison. "Help! Help! Please, come quick!" Maggie opens the tower door and I quickly follow, beginning the climb down. "Cell Block?" Maggie calls down and Rick calls back, "I don't know."

"Walkers in D!" Glenn shouts as I run up behind Rick. "What about C?" Rick asks clearly concerned about Judith. "Clear," Sasha says, appearing with Daryl. "We locked the gates to the tombs. Hershel's on guard."

"It ain't a breach," Daryl says and I look up at him. "We followed the plan." Sasha and the rest turn to run into the prison. "Daryl?" He turns at my voice and makes his way back to me. "Where's, Kara?"

"She's safe, I sent her to the guard tower." I nod and quickly follow behind the group. We rush in and I immediately hear people screaming in pain and terror, along with the snarling of the walkers. Rick takes a shotgun from David's hands. "Are you bit?" At the shake of his head he starts directing people out of the cellblock.

I rush forward pulling out my gun. I see a walker trying to grab ahold of a young girl. "Molly!" I raise my gun and fire, the bullet going through the walker's head. I pull Molly, to her feet. "Get up! Get back in the cell!" I hear Daryl's voice and turn to look. I see him scooping Luke into his arms, firing a bolt into the walker that was after him.

I guide Molly to the cell's, Karen sees us and stops Jill from closing the cell door. "Here!" I quickly push Molly inside along with the boy Daryl rescued.

Once every last walker, we could see, was taken care of the ones who weren't bit were ushered out. "Check all of 'em-- every cell."

I sigh, wiping sweat off my forehead. "What the hell happened?" I ask myself, looking at all the bodies of the people we lost, they were good people. "Are we clear down here?" Rick asks calling out and Sasha answers, "Yeah, yeah."

"Up here!" We head up and start bringing bodies down. I hear a woman sobbing in a cell, I look and see a body covered with a sheet. Glenn heads over to check a cell and suddenly a walker rushes out at him. Glenn gets backed against the wall, using his arms to keep the walker off of him.

"Get down!" Daryl orders, aiming with his crossbow. As soon as he gets a clean shot he fires a bolt, hitting his mark. The reanimated corpse drops to the ground with a thud. "Thanks," Glenn breathes out softly. I look down at the walker and immediately recognize him. "Oh, it's Patrick."

I take a deep breath, feeling sick to my stomach. I get to my feet and enter one of the cells to throw up. I groan as the last of my breakfast enters the sink. I feel someone pull my hair back. "Are you alright? You've been throwing up since last month."

At his concerned voice I wipe my mouth and turn to give him a smile. "I'm fine, it'll probably be gone by the end of the week." I follow him back out and see that Dr. S was brought in. "No bites. No wounds. I think he just died." I look and see, Charlie inside his cell no wound in sight, well except for the knife wound of course.

"Horribly, too. Pleurisy aspiration," Caleb says looking up from his face. "Choked to death on his own blood. Caused those trails down his face," Hershel interjects, gesturing to the blood on the dead man's face. "I've seen them before on a walker outside the fences."