Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Forty Eight| Is It True?

🕉️Kara🕉️

I stand looking around with my gun in hand as Dad and Jesus lay down some dynamite. Aaron and Eric aren't that far away, keeping watch. Jamie and Dean are with Rick's group. "I should've tried harder to stop Rosita and Sasha. If they'd have just waited one more day."

"Well, Sasha's a good shot, and Rosita knows how to take care of herself. Probably back at Hilltop right now. Least I hope so. We're gonna need 'em. There's a whole lot of people still got to die." I smile and turn to look back at him. "Hey, Dad?" He looks up from laying down a stick.

"Yeah?"

"When did you realize you first loved Mom?" I see Jesus smile out of the corner of my eye. Dad smiles and seems to think deeply.

"I met Kris weeks before I came around this group, back then it was mainly Carol, Rick, and Glenn, and other people you didn't get a chance to meet. Anyway, on our way through Atlanta, we stopped to siphon gas only for a herd to appear out of nowhere and cut us off. We got separated, mainly my fault and my brother saved me. But he didn't want to stick around and help me find her. So, we came across the group, Glenn, Andrea, T-dog, and Jacqui."

I listen to his story about how they took him to their camp and then brought Mom back after finding her in a store. "Anyway, when I thought I'd never see her again was when I first realized just how much I cared about her and I never wanted to be away from her again."

I smile and crouch down as he continues his work. "That's sweet."

"Why are you asking? Because of Carl?" I don't answer and look down at my gun. "Yeah, it's about him. From the looks of things, you don't need any advice. You kids have been crazy about each other since you met."

"So, you approve?" I ask with a small smirk and a teasing voice. "Hell yeah, I approve. Kid's a great shot, can protect you, and he's a nice young man. Couldn't have picked a better kid." I smile and stand up. "Thanks, Dad." He takes out a box of matches, sets them down and keeps an eye on the passing of time while we wait to see if Tara and my Mom can talk it out with Natania. I don't think they will.

Finally, it's time and Daryl lights the charges and we begin to move quickly through the woods. After a few minutes, it goes off and sets off a big explosion. Two women come running towards the arsenal, Michonne fires at the ground in front of them and it forces them to stop. "On the ground. Now," Dad says aiming his crossbow at them while the rest of us keep our guns up.

"Those hands -- Put them on your head." Ponytail listens and kneels down but the other girl with the short hair stares at us. "Please," I say lowering my gun slightly. She sighs and kneels down beside ponytail.

We tie their hands together and move them forward. The other group is stopped by Carl and his team. "Everybody down!" Francine yells. "Hands-on your heads." They listen and kneel down on the ground. "Everybody stay calm. We don't want anyone to get hurt.
Stay down and listen to what we say," Carl says as we walk up.

"We want this to go as simply and as peacefully as possible. All of you can make it that way."

"Get down over there. Keep quiet," Dad says as we add our two to the group. "Now, we made a lot of noise. We want to wrap this up quick so you can send people to redirect anything coming this way. Tara said your forests are relatively clear, so we won't take any chances. No one needs to get hurt. This is just about what you have, what we need." Rick says standing in front of them.

"Nobody's taking anything. You need to let everyone go and leave right now. Just walk away or this one dies." I turn and see Natania holding a gun to Tara's head and Cyndie is holding my Mom at gunpoint.