Broken [Daryl Dixon X Reader]

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It's been a few weeks since the outbreak. You returned to Georgia, you didn't want to see your family, but you decided to be a good person and go see if they were okay.

You found them all dead.

Your brother hung himself. When you first saw him, he reached out towards you, trying to eat at your flesh. You shot him between the eyes without hesitation.

Your mother was ripped open, her blood was poured all over the kitchen tiles. You saw her intestines leaking out of her body. She also tried reaching towards you with hands that were covered in her own blood.

You don't know what happened to your father. He left shortly after your brother was born. He was probably out there, somewhere.

The bad part of seeing your mom and brother, dead, was that you didn't care. You were actually quite happy. They never cared for you. All they did was insult you. Your mother beat you, she never wanted a daughter. That's why she loved your brother, and not you. He also hated you. You don't know what you did to deserve God's punishment, but it must have been bad. Your mother tried to kill you once. She thought, maybe if you were dead, she wouldn't need to waste her time with you.

Not that she ever did. She didn't feed you, but you were grateful that you taught yourself to hunt. Your family ran out of money, so you had to feed the family. They were never really thankful.

You stood there, staring at their now lifeless bodies. The gunshot was sure to attract walkers. But you didn't care. You actually smiled a bit, relieved that they were finally gone.

That would be the last time you ever smiled.

At least, that was what you thought.

--

You were wandering in the woods, and that's when you found him, the man who would soon fix you.

You, of course, didn't know that until later.

A walker was on you, just about to rip you apart when there was a whiz of an arrow, and the body fell limp on top of you. "Who're you?" You asked getting up slowly.

"Should be asking you the same damn thing." The man held a crossbow in his hands.

"Well, I asked first." You said narrowing your eyes at the archer.

"Fine, Daryl."

"Okay, (Y/N). Thanks, I guess." You picked up your knife from the ground, putting it in its sheath. You were about to walk away when he spoke up. "Where ya goin'?"

"Don't know yet."

"You with anyone?"

"No."

"I can take ya to my group if you want. We have food and water."

"Nah, I'm fine on my own."

"Come on, there's nowhere else to go."

"Fine." You didn't feel like arguing with this man. Food and water did sound good though.

"M'kay, follow me."

--

"You good with a gun?" The man named Shane asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Some of the group's going on a run to Atlanta for supplies. You wanna go?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "What kind of gun you givin' me?"

"We have a rifle we can spare. Not many rounds on it though."

"That's fine." You stated grabbing the assault rifle from Shane. "We goin' now?"

"Yeah. Just go talk to Glenn."

You nodded heading towards the Asian man.

--

You were waiting on top of the roof with Merle. Everyone else went to help Glenn. He brought someone with him. The sheriff was shooting up the streets. The walkers were all over. This guy was going to get you all killed.

Well, maybe not just him. You stared as Merle started shooting the walkers on the streets with his bolt-action rifle.

"What are you doing? You're attracting more." You stated bluntly.

"Ain't matter anymore. Gonna die up here anyways, sugar-tits."

You rolled your eyes and watched as everyone came back with the new guy.

"Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" Morales yelled.

"Oh jeez." Andrea sighed as Merle shot another walker.

"Hey, ya oughta be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh?" He yelled laughing. He hopped down from the ledge he was standing on. "Only common sense."

"Man, you wastin' bullets we ain't even got, man! And you're bringing even more of them down here on our ass! Man, just chill!" T-Dog yelled running in front of Merle.

"Hey! Bad enough, I got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day'? You got something you wanna tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it," Morales said.

"No."

"Alright man? It ain't worth it. Now Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You wanna know the day?" Merle asked, ignoring Morales.

"Yeah."

"I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a nigger."

"Mother-" Everyone started yelling over each other as you just watched the fight, rifle in hand.

You watched as Merle had his gun pointed at T-Dog. He spat into his chest rubbing it, as he got off.

"Yeah! Alright! We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge. I vote me. Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands. Huh? All in favor. Come on, let's see 'em."

Everyone raised their hands. Jacqui flipped him off. You just stood there, he looked amused when you didn't raise your hand.

He must be really high right now.

You turned around walking to the ledge of the roof, ignoring the commotion behind you. You stood there deciding whether or not to jump. Everything would finally end if you did. Nothing would change for the rest of the group. They could survive without you.

You lifted your foot, but all the yelling stopped, and there were arms around your waist. "(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!"

You tried pulling away from the person's tight grasp on you. "Let go. Please." You whispered, still trying to tug yourself free. They tightened their grip on you.

You sighed in defeat, losing all the strength in your body. The person was now hugging you from behind.

"Why?"