Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~5~

After a few hours the sun started to come up, it had felt like years had passed. Making the morning light started to flood in feel like more of a blessing to be able to witness. Especially with how close, what was left of the camp, had come to not making it to this morning's sun rise. Rick had helped you make it to the lawn chairs from the RV steps, even though you insisted you were fine with pushing through the twenty or so steps alone. Of course, your over protective twin refused to allow you to do so, not that you minded too much. It just showed that g genuinely was worried and concerned about you. That's where you sat, all morning. Helping in keeping Sophia and Carl beside you and distracted while the guys burned, buried, and stabbed everything dead through the head. Only when Glenn and Daryl had started yelling at each other, did you force yourself back up.

You walked towards them trying not to limp as badly as you were and failing miserably. "Y'all had this comin'!" Daryl spits at everyone before storming off. You watch him walk past you, obviously still angry, considering he wouldn't even look at you. You sigh heavily while looking over at Glenn, "Need help?" You ask, and he just shakes his head. "No, thank you. You shouldn't even be on that leg, (Y/n)." He tells you as he starts to drag one of our own to the pile still needing to be buried. A pile that didn't feel right, but you figured it was better than burning them. Even if it would be easier to dispose of the remains. A thought that you wisely kept to yourself as Shane had gotten a serious dose of side eye from the group survivors when he mentioned that very same idea this morning.

You huff, feeling completely helpless aside from keeping an eye on the kids. You didn't mind it really, but even Lori was helping by driving the body's up to be burned or buried. While Carol... well, she was grieving Ed's sorry ass. He had gotten his face eaten off, and you'd admit, you felt slightly bad about him dying like that. Then again? It aunt like he didn't have that and more karma coming. Especially after beating his wife and daughter for god knew how many years. "A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!" Jacqui shouts in panic. Your gaze snaps over to them as she stumbles away from Jim, who just mumbles that he's okay over and over. Your wide eyes look immediately over to where Jim now stood in a fearful ridged stance, slowly backing away from everyone now staring at him. Daryl quickly stalks up to your side while staring Jim down. "Show it to us." Daryl demands lowly as you stand there by him. He even steps rather protectively in front of you, as if preparing to defend you with his whole body. A subtle jester that has your chest constricting with a warmth that unfortunately is not longer surprising to you. Still, you sigh a bit. Not that you didn't appreciate or really like that protective nature that Daryl so rarely showed anyone else. But because you knew Jim wasn't a monster like everyone was now acting like. Jim knew that the fear in everyones eyes was a dangerous thing, and he immediately picks up a shovel ready to defend himself. An action that was most likely out of pure survival instinct. "Whoa- whoa, Jim!" You say to him calmly as you step around Daryl with your hand up. Trying to ease his fear and calm his nerves. He didn't fall for it, and turns to you. Now pointing the shove at you. "Grab him!" Daryl suddenly snaps, causing T-dog to leap into action and grab Jim from behind. Holding Jim firmly under his arms and forcing him to drop the shovel.

Daryl steps forward and yanks his shirt up. Exposing the now festering red set of human teeth marks on Jim's ribs. The second they're exposed, T releases Jim and takes a healthy couple steps back from him.. "Dammit." You breathe when Daryl backs up from him, once again choosing to stand in front of you. He glances back at you with worry, and then back to Jim with a cold sense of indifference before he slowly leans down to pick up the pick axe that was in front of him. Jim keeps mumbling that he's okay still, even as everyone looks down or way from him. Not a single one of them daring to step any closer to him. As if they were afraid to catch a bite just by being in close proximity of Jim. Like he was contagious or something. Or rather, like they feared he'd turn into a walker at any given second and start chowing down on them. It was an irrational fear, because everyone here knew you had to stop breathing and actually die before you came back as a walker. You nod a bit, "Okay, Jim. Okay- Come here. Come sit down with me." You say calmly from behind Daryl, who turns to you about to protest while giving you a look that implied he thought you'd lost common sense. Yet, before he can grab you, you're already walking to the rear end of the RV. Jim looks at you fearfully and you nod him in gentle reassurance. "Come on, it's okay." You tell him gently while patting the crate behind the RV, motioning for him to sit down. He swallows in nervous fear but nods slightly before walking over while glancing at everyone who is now staring at you instead.