𝐆𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘
❝NATURE KNOWS NO KING.❞ in which the hunter meets the princess and learns to maneuver their ways through the world while dealing with the demons of their pasts
THE WALKING DEAD
(daryl dixon x fem!oc)
seasons one...
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THE WORDS "ANYONE infected?" were not on her top ten conversation starters for her first conversation with God.
"One of our group was," Rick's voice broke through the silence like a bullet. "He didn't make it."
She looked at the man before her, her eyesight blurry and her head not all that able to focus. He was white and graying, she knew that much. She also knew that he carried a semi-automatic, pointed straight at them. But it was lowered. His guard wasn't, though. She could see that just by the way he held himself.
He held himself like a man on the brink.
"A chance," Rick answered the man's question that Madeline hadn't heard.
"That's asking an awful lot these days." Her feet ached and her head hurt and being surrounded by all the dead outside made her stomach turn. She saw him look around at the group, surveying them, determining their threat levels. He nodded almost absentmindedly.
"You all submit to a blood test." He spoke simply, his nose stuffed up. It's the dust, she told herself. "That's the price of admission."
"We can do that." Rick agreed.
The man stepped forward suddenly, making her go tense. "You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed." It didn't take long for everyone to gather the few bags they could bring. Issac brought her hers after telling her to stay put. He had always been one to read her easily, and he could tell that she couldn't handle being around the bodies anymore. He slung an arm around her shoulder, squeezing tightly.
As the man sealed the main entrance, Daryl stepped forward and grabbed her backpack. He tossed it over his shoulder before looking up through his lashes. "Ya look like shit." He spoke, his voice tight but truthful.
"Yeah, well you don't look like a Georgia peach yourself." She stated matter-a-factly. She turned on her heels then, walking away and towards the rest of the group who were piling into an elevator. It seemed to shrink as more and more people got on, and as it descended into the earth, she closed her eyes and inhaled.
"Scientists always go around packing heat like that?" Daryl asked from beside her. She rolled her eyes but smirked nonetheless.
"There were plenty left lying around." The man — who had introduced himself as Jenner — spoke. "I familiarized myself." The elevator suddenly jolted, causing her already rickety legs to buckle. She stumbled backwards, straight into Daryl, who reached out almost subconsciously to steady her. She inhaled sharply, eyes finding his easily. They didn't speak, but they also didn't move either. His hand was pressed against the small of her back, heating up her chilled body.
