The Walking Dead Imagines

Dixons - P2

WARNINGS OF RAPE IN THIS PART OF THE STORY! I'LL WARN YOU AGAIN LATER!

I wake up with a pounding headache and sit up, looking around. I'm in a bedroom? The door opens and an old Man walks in. "Hello there, I'm Hershel Greene. My pal Otis accidentally shot you. Sorry about that...but lucky for you, a guy I'm letting stay here knew your blood type and I was able to save you." I look at him cautiously and he sighs. "I'll just send them in." He leaves after that and I try to quickly get off the bed. I fall on the floor and lift myself up, going over to the window and opening it. I look down and realize I'm on the second floor. I put my leg out the window and the door opens. I quickly look over and see Daryl and....Merle? "The hell ya think yer doing?!" Daryl runs over to me and grabs me, pulling me back into the room and holding me in his arms bridal style. He walks over to the bed and gently sets me down on it. Merle walks over and sits in the chair next to the bed. "Yer one stupid chick, ya know that?" I glare at Daryl. "I'm not stupid, I was trying to get away because I didn't know that old man and wanted to save myself before something bad happened. You can't tell me you wouldn't of done the same with knowing nobody here and thinking your going to get killed. So don't blame me Dixon." Daryl scoffs and shuts the window.

I look over at Merle, but he speaks before I can say anything. "Don't be too hard on him Ryan. After all, he's the one that had ta give ya blood." I look over at Daryl and sigh. "Could you give us a moment Merle?" He hums in response and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Daryl walks over and sits in the chair next to me. "I'm sorry Daryl. Thanks for bringing me here and giving me some blood. I don't know how I can repay you, but I promise that I will." He doesn't say anything while I talk, just listens. He looks at me emotionless before speaking. "I don't need yer repayment. Just glad yer alive." I sigh and scoot over on the bed. He looks at me confused but stands up and sits on the bed next to me. I roll my eyes and pat the spot next to me, he bites his lip and lays down next to me. I put my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest while looking at the door. "I'm not good wit words....but um...." Before he can say anything else, the door opens and in walks Merle. He shuts the door behind him and sits in the chair next to us. "Careful lil brother, she's a real piece of work." I scoff and throw my pillow at him. He lets it hit him and chuckles, throwing it back to me.

"Don't listen to him Daryl, he's just jealous that he can't have me." Daryl chuckles and looks at his brother. "I can handle her." They both start laughing and I smile at them both. I'm glad they can laugh at stupid things together. Especially during this time in the world.

*A year later*

Merle's dead. Daryl won't talk to me. Nobody in the group trust me anymore. I don't even think they want me here anymore. I sigh and pack up my last backpack. It's dark outside right now and everybody is asleep. I throw my backpack on back and put my bow on my shoulder. I leave my cell and walk upstairs to where Daryl is sleeping. I see his vest with the wings on it and take it, putting it on. I reach into the pocket and pull some keys out. I look at Daryl and hear his soft snores. I wipe my tears away and grab my sharpie and notepad. I write in the notepad and set it next to his bow. I leave the prison without anybody waking up and get on his motorcycle. I don't start it up until I'm on the road and away from the prison. I start on my new journey towards...well I have no idea where I'm going. I guess I'll just follow the wind.

Daryls POV

"I need ta find her Rick!" He puts his hand up and nods. "I know Daryl, but we can't go looking for her right now. We don't have enough gas in the cars and we're low on supplies." I huff in annoyance and reach into my pocket, digging out her note and pushing it into his chest. "She left this ya asshole. Maybe if ya read it, then you'll wanna find her." He starts reading but I stop him. "Read it out loud, so everybody can hear." He sighs and starts reading so everybody can hear him. "Dear group....I'm sorry about all the people we've lost. I'm sorry that you all don't trust me anymore either. Don't try to deny it neither, because I see the way you all look at me. I see the glares, the looks of pity. You look at me how you used to look at Merle, like the devil. So, to make you all feel safer....I left. I'm sorry Rick, about Lori. And Hershel, about your loved ones that you lost. But mostly....I'm sorry Daryl....about Merle. I'm sorry about putting him out of his misery after he turned. I'm sorry to all of you, but you don't have to worry any longer. Forever Farewell, Ryan." I clench my fists and glare at everybody in the room.