Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty Eight| Finding You

🌱Kristina🌱

We're moving along the tracks and I watch with amusement, Michonne, and Carl balancing on the sides. "I think we got about a day's worth of water left. We're lucky it's cooled off a little bit, but-" He turns around and sees what they're doing. "What are you doing?"

"Winning a bet," Carl says and I laugh. "In your dreams."

"I'm still on," He says and then nearly loses his balance. "You spoke too soon, wise guy."

"This might go on a while. Maybe we can speed this up," Rick says, but I see amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. Shouldn't be fooling around. We should probably-- Carl!" She waves her arm at him only to knock herself off balance and stumble. I laugh along with Carl. "I win. Pay up."

Carl says and she opens her bag, pulling out two candy bars. "Is that really the last Big Cat?" Carl asks before reaching for it, making Michonne groan. "Oh, come on."

"Hey, but you said winner's choice."

"Go ahead, take it. It's yours. You won it fair and square." They keep walking as Carl opens it, I watch him break it in half and hold it out to Michonne, she looks at him.

"Come on, we always share."

"Fork it over." I smile and then Carl holds another piece out to me. I take it and say thank you before eating it. Soon we make camp in the woods, I help them set up a string with CDs and other stuff to make a noise trap to alert us.

I crouch down and take the water bottle that Michonne offers me. I twist the cap off and take a drink before handing it back to her. "How you holding up?" I look up at her and fiddle with the zipper of my coat. "I'm okay."

"Are you worried?" She asks gesturing to my stomach, which I feel like it gets bigger every day. I look over at Rick who's talking with Carl a little ways away. I turn back to Michonne and nod my head. Ever since I found out I was pregnant all I could do was think about Lori, and I feel everyone sees her when they look at me.

"I think you'll be alright, your a tough one." I smile a little and thank her. Rick goes out to check his snares, Carl going with him, but Michonne stays with me. After a few days we get up and move on, eventually, we stop near an abandoned car.

Rick and Michonne are sitting down talking, me and Carl are in the vehicle. I'm lying down, chatting a little with Carl who's in the front seat. "What do you think going to happen when we get to Terminus?" I look up at him as he cranes his head to look at me.

"I don't know, Carl. I'll just be happy to stop moving for more than a day."

"Do you think the others might actually be there?" I look into his eyes, he's so worried about everyone, I lean forward and place my hand on his, squeezing gently. Suddenly Carl gasps and I sit up and freeze.

An older man is pressing the barrel of his gun against Rick's head. Another man is doing the same to Michonne. The window right next to me is cracked slightly, but I can barely hear anything.

I look and see a creepy ass man at Carl's window with a look in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. These men remind me of the ones that raped me. "Joe! Hold up." I freeze at the sound of that Southern drawl.

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

"Just hold up." I turn and see Daryl walking slowly towards them. "This is the guy that killed Lou, so we got nothing to talk about," The man pointing his gun at Michonne said.
"The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time. Say your piece, Daryl."

I stare at the man I've been wanting to see since the prison. "Daryl!" I shout and he turns to look at me. Immediately his eyes filled with relief and tears. He turns back to the man he called Joe. "These people, you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people."