Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[39]: Welcome to the Tombs

~Day 320~

Rebecca shoved her clothes into a backpack and zipped it shut before grabbing her crossbow, exiting the cell block. She stepped outside, the chilly breeze nibbling at her skin as she glanced around the courtyard. She could see that everyone was placing their belongings into the trunk of several cars.

Her eyes find Daryl at his motorcycle. She walks toward him and sees that he was sitting on the ground, packing his arrows into a bag.

"Morning," Rebecca greeted him softly.

"Mornin'."

Rebecca hikes her backpack up onto her shoulder as she kept her gaze on him. When the two got back to the prison yesterday, Daryl marched up to the perch without saying a word to the group, leaving Rebecca to break the news of Merle's death to them which she didn't mind. She knew that he needed space and whenever he was ready to talk, she would be there.

"You know," Daryl began snapping Rebecca out of her thoughts. "Merle never did nothing like that his whole life." Rebecca nodded solemnly. "He gave us a chance," she tells him, holding her hand out. Daryl grabs it, letting her help him up from the ground.

The two held hands for a few seconds. Daryl rubs his thumb over her knuckles before letting go as they got ready to do Rick's plan.

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Rebecca smirked lightly as she hears the terrified screams of the Woodbury people as they stormed out of Cell Block C. She lowers the shield part of her mask down before glancing over at Glenn. He gave her a nod, signaling it was time.

"Get the hell out of here!" Glenn shouted at the Woodbury as he fired his gun onto them, making them scramble. "This is our place!" Rebecca screams, doing the same.

Rebecca spots the Governor trying to make his way across the courtyard. She fires her bullets at him. The Governor jumped and looked up at the walkway. He fired his gun at Rebecca, each bullet ricocheting off the metal plates she was hiding behind. Rebecca ducked down, reloading more bullets into her gun.

She stood back up to see that the Governor and his people had made it to their cars. She fired her gun at them, determined to make them flee the prison. All she could hear was the sound of bullets flying as the Governor and his people jumped into their cars and drove out of the prison.

Rebecca stopped firing her gun as she stood up and flipped the shield of her mask up. She couldn't believe her eyes. She looked down and saw Glenn stumble out of hiding, dressed in the same gear as her.

"We did it?"

"We did it," Glenn breathed out as Rebecca let out a yell making him chuckle. "Come on down." Rebecca nodded, leaving the walkway, joining Glenn in the courtyard.

The two looked out at the yard, covered in smoke and dead walkers.

"Hey,"

Glenn and Rebecca turn around as Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Carol and Daryl walked up to the two. Rebecca left Glenn's side and over to Daryl, the two sharing a hug. "You were amazing Bec," Daryl whispers softly in her ear, bringing a small smile onto her face. The two break apart but Daryl wraps an arm around her waist, keeping her in his hold.

Rick stepped forward, his eyes glazing over the smoky yard. "We did it," he muttered. "We drove them out." "We should go after them," Michonne tells him. Daryl nods in agreement, "We should finish it."

"It is finished. Didn't you see them hightail it out of here?" Maggie asked the group, stunned at their suggestion. "They could regroup," Michonne tells her. "We can't take the chance. He's not gonna stop," Glenn spoke. "They're right," Carol spoke as the group turned to her. "We can't keep living like this."