Broken Trust ( Daryl Dixon x Shane Walsh's!Sister Reader )

Chapter 25

The next eight or so months was spent crashing from building to building, never staying in one spot for too long.

You used to have an old ford pickup truck, until the engine died. After that you stuck to traveling on foot with nothing but your weapons and a duffle bag full of supplies to your name.

It was strange being on your own. It was quiet. It was lonely and it was scary at night while you slept and hoped nobody dead or alive killed you in your sleep.

You missed your brother, you missed Carl, you even missed Lori. But you missed Daryl most of all. You missed the shit out of him and you found yourself often dreaming of him. Dreaming of the life you could've had together in the old world.

It was just another day.

You were following some road you had been walking on for the past week, killing any walkers you came across and scavenging any buildings you happened to pass. You thought you had seen it all during those past eight months on the road by yourself, from herds of walkers to gangs of wanna be bikers, but you had never seen anything like this. A community.

There was a community. You never imagined something like that could exist in this world.How'd they even get those walls up before the walkers came through? How many people were inside? Were they good people? Did they have any weapons? You had so many questions, but you figured knocking on the front gate and asking was a good way to get killed.

Instead, you stuck to the woods and scoped the place out. They had guards on every side of the community, all of which were carrying what looked to be assault rifles and they did not look friendly. As much as it would be nice to be safe inside those walls, you were not going to risk your life for it. You didn't know those people and frankly you were better off alone.

You sat crouched down in the woods for a few more minutes as you stared at the community before you figured you should probably keep moving and find a camp before it got dark, but before you even had the chance to stand up something hard collided with the back of your head and everything turned black.

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You woke up slowly. Your eyes fluttering open and it took your foggy brain a few moments before you realised that you were lying in an unknown room.

Quickly, you sat up in sudden panic, reaching for your handgun, but it wasn't there. Your entire duty belt was gone, all your weapons, gone.

You glanced around the room, frowning when you realised you were in some kind of medical room. Medical equipment and medicine stacked the cupboards along the wall, not to mention you were sitting on a old hospital gurney.

"Oh, good you're awake. How are you feeling?" An unfamiliar voice questioned causing you to quickly jump off the bed.

You grabbed a pair of scissors from the bench and held it up in front of you as you stared at the woman in the doorway who was wearing nurse scrubs causing you to frown.

"Whoa. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." The nurse quickly said, raising her hands in surrender.

"Where the hell am i?" You questioned, your eyes never leaving the woman as you fingers tightened around the scissors. "Where are my weapons?"

"You're at Woodbury. You're safe, but we took your weapons. Couldn't have an armed stranger inside our community."

That community you were scouting out... you were inside it. Whoever hit you, must have taken you inside, but why?

Your left hand was cuffed to the side of the bed, so you couldn't really get far. They were definitely your own handcuffs and that annoyed you.

"Well shit, look who it is." A familiar voice called out.