Ruins

22

I couldn't help my smile. This fight was far from over but this was a win.

"Hey-"

I turned to see Daryl and joined him.

I closed my eyes, holding my gun up at Negan's middle finger, hanging out of his window. I pulled the trigger and saw him tear his arm inside.

"Daryl-" I shouted, watching him come down from the wall. I squealed and ran into him, letting him pick me up.

"I told you-"

"I love you." I kissed him, surprising him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching out for my face. He pulled away with blood on his fingers.

"Yeah... I killed them. I'm fine."

"You're bleeding." He told me.

"We're gonna win." I nodded.

"Come on." He laughed, taking me to the infirmary.

He helped me clean myself up and let me go back to the room to lay down.

I didn't know how long I was out, but I woke up with a pounding headache.

"Hey... We're having a meeting." He said, rubbing my palm. I nodded, and looked down, taking whatever was in his hand. It was the wooden carving, from Dwight. Didn't know.

King Ezekiel, Rick, and Maggie were talking to all of our people. We were going to war... And we all had to fight.

Today was a new day, and a new fight.

Some of us had to take out the Saviors at their lookouts.

"Easy peasy." I muttered, seeing the man sitting on the hood of the car. As we stalked behind him I turned to raise my finger to my lips, shushing Daryl. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back and onto my blade. He was dead.

Daryl took his gun and took his spot.

"Hey." I muttered, taking his cigarette and tossing it to the ground.

Daryl looked at the gun, seeing notches drawn into it.

"Asshole." He breathed, tugging me in between his legs for a kiss.

"Let's go." I breathed. We met up with Tara, Carol, and Morgan.

"You guys make it okay?" Carol asked.

"No hiccups." I nodded.

I huffed, taking some of my water.

"You alright?" Daryl asked, letting me sit with him.

"Heartburn." I shook my head.

"Mm." He took my backpack off. "Here... Baking soda-"

"You packed me baking soda?" I smiled.

"You get heartburn every ten seconds." He huffed.

"Ready guys?" Tara asked, and began counting down from ten. We waited a few moments and sighed.

"No... There." Daryl pointed. Walkers poured around the corner. "Come on."

I got on the bike with Daryl, saving my baking soda for the next spot.

"Okay." Daryl parked.

"We're close." I told them, pointing to where we could see the top of the large building.

"You good?" Daryl asked. I swigged some water with my baking soda and nodded.

"Shit." I breathed, pointing to the lone walker.