Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~19~

   Daryl laid on the RV floor. Having somehow managed to fall asleep while Dale sat at the table reading a book. He was using the light of the full moon shining though the window to see the words in the page. Really, he was using the book he'd read a hundred times already to sit up, just in case Andrea needed him. Carol had finally fallen asleep a while ago after crying herself there. It was almost morning time now, and it had been a few hours since Daryl and Andrea had gotten back. Daryl didn't think he'd be able to fall asleep but he did somehow. He suddenly sits up with a small gasp in a complete cold sweat, damn near scaring Dale half to death. "...Daryl? Ya alright?" Dale questions him cautiously, wondering if he was actually awake or not. "...(Y/n)." Daryl mumbles to himself as he feels a deep sense of primal fear run through his body, making his blood run cold as ice as he pants slightly. "Daryl, are you awake?" Dale asks him again, thinking he'd been having a nightmare of some kind, making Daryl snap out of it. "We gotta go- Now." Daryl states in a low demand while immediately standing up, and looking at Dale. Obviously not going to take no for an answer. Dale only nods slowly as he gets up and grabs his keys while Daryl grabs his cross bow off the couch.

"Alright, tell Andrea let's go." Dale says, definitely not daring argue with him. Daryl's expression said it all, he was dead serious, and you don't fuck with a Dixon when he's determined. Daryl just nods while walking out the RV door before looking up to Andrea briefly. "Hey- Let's go." He states up to her seriously, as he fishes his bike keys out of his back pocket. "Right now?" Andrea questions while looking up at the still dark sky. It was so early that the sky had just barely begun to lighten. "Yes, now. Hurry the hell up!" He snaps back and Andrea holds her hands up in silent defense as she picks up the single lawn chair, folding it and walking to the latter. She climbs down it just as Daryl sits on his bike before starting it up. She just barely made it back in side the RV before Daryl's bike tires screech off. Heading towards the farms road where he knew you were. Dale quickly shifts the RV in drive as he follows Daryl, genuinely struggling to keep up with him as he ran way over the roads old speed limit.

Daryl's mind was in total panicked fear mode. He didn't know what woke him up so suddenly, but he knew the feeling of utter, heavy dread was nothing good. He fears it was because of you, and he's terrified you're not alive. The ride there was taking far to long for him, and every passing second was more like an eternal agony. He started regretting not leaving sooner even more so now that this feeling of total dread has hit him. He try's to fight the dark thoughts of you having died already, and he keeps telling himself that you're okay. That there was no way you had died in him. Yet, him being up front alone with the steady hum of his bike? It lets his mind start to run though a thousand reasons why you could be dead right now. What if you died and he wasn't there with you? What if he never got to tell you how he really felt? What if he didn't get the time he so desperately wanted with you because you'd been shot? What if you died thinking he didn't feel the same way you felt for him? The thoughts echo in his mind, making his chest physically ache, and his stomach twist with uncertainty. There's still so much he wants to tell you, so much he wanted to give you, and he can't help but think you could be dead already. It would be his luck. To have found you, only to have you die in him so soon. He now can't help the few stray tears that run out of his blue eyes as he stares at the road flying just inches under his boots. Finally, after what felt like the longest dive he'd ever experienced, he sees the mail box with the last name Greene. He drifts the corner, flying down the dirt road so fast he was sure he'd wipe out. But he was that much closer to seeing you, and he was literally praying to god that you were still alive. Because honestly he didn't think he could handle living in this world without you. Not when you were all he truly had left.

Glenn sat on the bumper of Carols Cherokee with your blood covered pistol in his hand. Completely unaware that you had lived somehow. After Shane stumbled out of the house practically announcing to everyone you were dead with his grief stricken reaction, Glenn had walked inside in numb shock. Then he'd seen your gun lying on the counter. He didn't know who put it there, but he knew you'd cleaned just a day ago, and now it was caked in your dried blood. He picked it up, and walked out side just as Lori came in. He carried it past a still sobbing Shane and past the blue truck. He walked out to the Cherokee under the large oak tree where he parked it and he sits on the bumper. He rests your pistol in his lap staring at it in shock and sorrow. He wanted to clean it for you, knowing that you'd clean it as soon as you'd woken up. If you'd survived that is. He was so lost in his own mind that he didn't realize he was crying while staring at your gun. He wished you'd of pulled though, because now he'd lost his best friend, and he really didn't know what to do with that kinda grief. Not when you two had quickly become friends after you saved his life back in Atlanta and bright him to this group, only to become best friends in the two months he'd known you. So he sat there for the rest of the early morning, just staring at your bloody gun while trying to remember the good times with you. He only looked up when he heard Daryl's motorcycle flying down the road way to fast, and his heart sinks even farther. Glenn watches as Daryl skids his bike to a stop in front of him. Oh god- what is he gonna tell him? How do you tell a man they lost the woman they love?