Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~25~

   After you set up your tent you lay down inside on the cot you'd found. Slowly you mind starts to wander and you find yourself remembering the night you escaped the city. Your eyes glance at Dale cooking the camp lunch over the camp fire making you remember how he had followed Shane's Jeep to the gas station in the very beginning. This makes you smile at how far you'd all came. From scared people not having the slightest idea what to do, to the survivors you all were today. You mind wanders to how you managed to get everyone to the quarry inevitably saving everyone's life. Remembering everyone you'd lost reminds you to be grateful for what you have right now. If only Sophia was here everything would be just about perfect.

~Flash Back~

The roads had been blocked up for hours now and everyone was out of their cars talking or inside them asleep. Shane flips through the radio on his Jeep trying to find any stations that were still on air but was so far having no luck. They'd stopped about two hours ago and that wasn't a good sign at all, and you all knew it. You stand beside the back of the Peletier's Cherokee behind Carl as he plays checkers with his new friend Sophia. Lori stood right beside you, weather it was to feel safe beside you or to be close to Carl you didn't know but you were glad she was sticking close to both you and Shane. You'd liked the Peletier's for the most part but the wife Carol was jumpy and you assumed it was because of her husband, Ed.

You could sense he wasn't a good guy by his body language and the way he kept eyeing you. Every time he'd look at you strange you'd stare right back with cold hard eyes and an emotionless face. He looks you up and down once more before taking a long drag on his cigarette and looking away from you again. You didn't like him but him smoking one after another cigarettes made you wanna pull out your secret stash of cigarettes and light one. You fought it though, you didn't want Carl seeing you smoking especially since you'd 'quit' years ago. Another couple helicopters fly lowly over head in the direction of the city only making your swirling anxiety in your stomach churn yet again.

Your right hand taps nervously at the pistol handle resting in your thigh holster as you recognize the helicopters. They were either planning evacuations or... something way worse for anyone still in the city. "Hey, GI Jane, the hell are all the helicopters doin', huh?" Ed's voice asks you making you snap your eyes over to him. You glare at him and his nickname he called you as you hand closes subconsciously around the handle of your pistol. "I don't know, but you call me that again n I'll kick your teeth in." You spat dangerously making him clench his jaw at your threatening words.

"How the hell don't ya know. Your military ain't ya?" He questions not believing you. "Discharged." You reply shortly looking away from him and down the rows of lined cars. "For what." He asks amused liking your reaction of obviously not wanting to talk about it. Your eyes slowly look back over to him and your look is deadly only making him all the more amused. "Medical discharge. That's what happens sometimes when people like me risk our lives for people like you." You say coldly not really wanting to tell the whole story and you see Lori look at you shocked for a second before you hear the radio go silent for a second. Great Shane heard you too...

They'd both been wondering what kind of discharge sent you home but nobody could get it out of you. "You look fine to me. Ya sick or something?" He sneers getting to personal and Carol gives her husband a look practically begging him to shut the fuck up. If looks could kill Ed Peletier would be six feet under about eight times over by now, but unfortunately they don't. You didn't wanna tell him especially since everyone was staring at you waiting to se if you'd answer the asshole across from you.

Your grip tightens in your pistol as your old mind set reminds you that murdering assholes is now illegal for you. Carl looks up at you, "Are you okay Aunt (Y/n)?" He asks you and your eyes look down at him softening immediately as well as the rest of your face when looking at your beloved nephew. "I'm fine buddy. I just got banged around a little in an accident." You say shortly and way sugar coated so you didn't frighten him.