Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~25~

   Now you lay down inside your tent on the cot you'd found. Slowly, your mind starts to wander away with you, and you find yourself remembering the very night you escaped the city. A memory that felt like a life time ago, even if it was just roughly three months ago. Your eyes glance through the still zipped mesh of your tent. Seeing Dale cooking the camp lunch over the camp fire as 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 with their world and lives crumbling around them, to the survivors they'd all managed to become today. Your mind wanders farther. Remembering 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. Either talking or locked up tight inside them asleep. Shane flips through the radio on his Jeep. Just trying to find any stations that were still on air, but was so far having no luck. They'd stopped about two hours ago. It was like a magnetic pulse had blown and knocked them all off. It wasn't a good sign at all, and you all knew it. You stand beside the back of the Peletier's Cherokee. Directly behind Carl, guarding him as he plays checkers with his new little friend, Sophia. Lori stood right beside you, sticking very close by. Weather it was to feel safe beside you, or to be close to Carl, you really didn't know. You were just 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 man by his body language and the way he kept eyeing you with that dangerous, almost predatory, misogynistic gaze. Every time he'd look at you for to long, you'd stare right back at him with cold hard eyes and an emotionless mask on your face. He looks you up and down once more, the sixth time in thirty minutes, before taking a long drag on his cigarette and finally 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 your own cigarettes. Made you crave lighting one for a brief, but blessed nicotine buzz. You fought the urge though, as you didn't want Carl to see you smoking. Especially since you'd "quit" years ago. Another couple helicopters fly lowly over head. Standard black hawks in an attack formation. Headed right in the direction of Atlanta city to the north. It only making your swirling anxiety in your stomach churn yet again.

Your right hand taps nervously at the pistol handle resting on your thigh holster as you recognize the helicopters formation. They were either planning evacuations or... something way worse for anyone still held up in the city. "Hey, GI Jane. The hell are all the helicopters doin', huh?" Ed's voice rudely asks you, making you snap your gaze back over to him. You level a glare at him and his nickname that he called you. Your hands fingers subconsciously closing around the handle of your pistol. "I don't know. Ya call me that again n I'll kick your teeth in." You spit dangerously back, making him clench his jaw at your threatening words. "How the hell, don't ya know. You're fuckin' military ain't ya?" He questions not believing you. "Discharged." You reply shortly while looking away from him and down the rows of lined cars. "For what." He asks, clearly amused and liking your reaction of obviously not wanting to talk about it. Your eyes slowly look back over to him and your look is deadly cold, 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 bite back, not really wanting to tell the whole story. Especially considering you saw Lori look at you in complete shock from your peripheral. It was only for a second though before you hear the radio go silent for a second. Great- Shane heard you too... Now they know you'd let them run with the whole, you being back home on regular leave, assumptions.