(Twd Fanfic) Faye King a young military girl best friend to the one and only Merle Dixon, never expected the end of the world to come so soon when it does she's afraid, afraid to lose everything, to lose him, Daryl Dixon. Will she survive? Will they...
A/n I have decided to make her speak some french I will put the English next to it
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(She doesn't look like this)
Faye's POV
The drive to Atlanta was driving me insane, it felt as though we've been driving for an entirety, when in reality we've only been driving for five minutes. If we don't arrive soon, I might jump out of this moving van just to escape this dreadful awkward silence we have been in for the past five minutes.
I was figiting with my skirt, something I do when I'm nervous. I almost fell when the van came to a sudden stop. "We're here" Rick said.
"Finally" I jumped out of the van landing on the hard gravel. I heard someone scoff and mutter "Ya can say that again", Daryl, I grinned.
I patted my leg telling Blizzard to follow. "merle or guns first?" I snapped my head towards who said that, Rick, and gave him a look of surprise.
"Merle we ain't having this convention!" Daryl says loudly. "We are, Glenn?" I turn my head towards Glenn silently, pleading him to pick merle.
"Merle's closer getting the guns first would mean doubling back, Merle first" Glenn said, I let out a breathe that I didn't even know I was holding.
"Well let's go then" I turned around and started to make my way to where merle was left.
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We walked into the building, the Walker's were gone, thankfully, "Dieu merci" Thank god This caused them to give me a look.
"What language is that?" Glenn asked "french" he nodded. We came up to a walker, I went to shoot it but Daryl had already killed it, while insulting it.
I smirked, "let's go" I said. We walked into the roof "Merle?" I called out as Daryl rushed ahead. "No!" I hear Daryl say, I rushed forwards, I froze "no, no no" I whispered as I fell on my knees.
Tears fell down my face, all that was left of him was his bloody hand. "cela ne peut pas arriver" This can't be happening I whispered. He can't be gone, my only friend can't be dead.
I wanted to look away from his hand but I couldn't move, I was frozen, I was in shock, in denial.
I watched as Daryl picked up his hand, but I kept staring at were the hand was a moment ago. I felt so weak and alone.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, I slowly looked up to see Daryl he gave me a look ya okay?, I wiped my tears. I stood up " 'm fine" I said quietly knowing what he was silently asking me.
