Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty Five| Shattered Fragments

🔫Carl🔫

I walk down the abandoned stretch of road, my father shambling behind me. "Carl! Carl! Slow down!" I finally listen as his voice gets agitated and impatient. I allow him to catch up, he places his hand on my shoulder. "We need to stay together." I tilt my head up to give him a look.

"We need to find a place with supplies." I stay silent and keep walking ahead. Eventually we come across a diner. I stand in front of the door, about to enter when my father stops me. "We'll wait out here. Keep watch."

"You keep watch, you can barely stand!" I glare at him for still treating me like I'm eight years old. I really didn't feel like being treated like a kid, especially after what just happened. "I'm not gonna let you go in there alone."

"Excuse me?" He asks acting like he's not a second away from collapsing, yeah doesn't feel so good does it, dad? "We've done this before. I'm gonna help you clear it. You should just let me do it myself," I say not in the mood to fight but not going to take shit either.

"Let's go." I nod and follow him inside, we sweep the diner. "Kitchen's clear." I hear my father call. "That might be all that's left," he says gesturing to the food stacked on the shelf.

I see a walker trapped behind all the chairs and crap stacked on the counter. I lift up my gun, aiming for its head. "I can get it from here."

"No. No, it's weak. I'll draw it out." I watch, scoffing as my battered father pushes the chairs aside and the walker comes right at him. He swings with his ax and it gets embedded into the walker's skull but he couldn't pull it back out. "Damn it." I step forward only for him to stop me. "Stay back."

I watch him struggling to hold the walker away from him. I hold up my gun and he sees me out of the corner of his eye. "Don't." I ignore him and pull the trigger, watching the reanimated corpse fall to the ground.
"I said not to."

"You couldn't do it with the ax!" I yell back at him, feeling his life was worth more than his goddamn pride. "I had it. Every bullet counts. What if you needed that one later? See what you can find. Then let's move on."

🌱Kristina🌱

I couldn't run anymore. The prison was overrun, corpses everywhere dead or not. I couldn't find Kara or Daryl. Eventually I stopped at a house and climbed up to the roof, stretching out and staring into the sky. I place my hand on my stomach, laughing without humor as what I feared would happen came true.

I'm carrying a child and I lost Daryl and can't even find the child I took in. If I couldn't even protect her how can I protect this unborn life? I curl up, fiddling with the ring Daryl gave me.

I don't know how long I laid there but I accidentally fell asleep. I'm awoken by a crash, I open my eyes and jolt into a sitting position. I try to peek over the edge of the roof but whatever emitted the sound was too far for me to safely see.

I hear the door open and close. Well it wasn't a walker, I say to myself. I take note of the sun, I must have slept for a while. I stay where I am and eventually hear the sounds of a struggle.

I hear a door open and I turn to see someone rushing in. I freeze when I recognize who it is. Carl comes running at the window forcing it open a little way only for it to stick. "Carl! Watch out!"

He freezes looking up at me in disbelief before ducking away from the walker that was chasing him. I watch as he struggles to close the door before the walker reaches him. He kicks books out of the way and successfully slams the door.

I sigh in relief and listen to a window opening. I look and see Carl come around the corner. "Carl!" He rushes forward and wraps his arms around me. "Your okay?"