The Walking Dead Imagines

Dixon's girl | Part 2

"I wish I could believe that." Rick said before turning away from Hershel. Slowly, his gaze ended on the girl who looked to be somewhat older than Carl. Softening his gaze and giving his thoughtful expression, he watched as the girl gnawed on her thumbnail. a habit that seemed to be passed down by a certain someone.

"who's that?" Rick asks, not taking his eyes off of the girl who reminded him so much like a stubborn, motorcycle wearing redneck in his group. Hershel turned his gaze and followed Rick's line of sight and gave a ghost of a smile.

"That would be Darcie." Hershel spoke in a quiet voice, as not to notify the short-tempered girl. even though her ears picked up her name and she started listening.

"Where's her parents?" Rick asked as he watched closely as the girl shifted her weight and scowled at the tree line. One of which reminded him of Daryl.

"Her mother took off with her long time boyfriend. She was only 6 when she left. She didn't even say anything to anybody, except Darcie. She gave Darcie a hunting knife that was her fathers."

"Where's her father?"

Hershel sighs sadly. "He wasn't around for a long time. Until Darcie turned 3. He came and wanted to see her but Jill, her mother, wouldn't let him. He tried everything he could to try and see Darcie, but gave up whenever Jill threatened to call the cops on him. After that, he left."

"How long ago did she come here?" Rick sadly asked. His heart going out to the poor girl. Hershel sighed and gave Rick sad eyes. "She was six then. So, a little over eight years." The two men watched as young Darcie anxiously bounced her leg. 

*Time Skip*

Rick's group is here now. I'm in a tree a little ways from the house, looking at the hunting knife Ma gave me. I sigh and look over at the house, seeing that group talking with Hershel. After a while, most of the group goes off to a tree patch and start setting their shit up. All except Rick, Lori and a man with dark hair and a crossbow. 

Hershel talks with them and then shrugs. The man with the crossbow is obviously annoyed. Hershel crosses his arms while crossbow guy stomps away. Hershel shakes his head while Rick and Lori go back inside. I turn to try and see where that crossbow guy went off to, but end up slipping. I drop my knife and fall out of the tree. 

"Fuck!" I land hard on the ground. The air being knocked out of me. I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me and I try to stand up. But stop when a sudden sharp pain shoots through my thigh. I look at my leg and see my knife in my thigh. I start to panic and reach to pull it out.

But a shadow stands behind me and I freeze. "Don' pull it out." A heavy southern accent tells me and I obey. Suddenly, I'm lifted and being carried to the house by none other than the crossbow guy. He doesn't look at me as we enter the house. He sets me down on the kitchen table and then Hershel comes in.

I'm gonna be in so much trouble.

*Little Skip*

Hershel lectured me for a good while and then sent me to my room. I stomped the whole way upstairs to my room and then slammed the door as loud as I could. Now I'm in my room, holding back tears. Dixons never cry. Don't be a pussy.

I bite my lip and pinch myself to force the tears to not come out. A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts and I debate whether or not I should let them in. I decide to just sit there and see what happens. The person knocks again but I still don't move. Then the door handle jiggles as they try to open the door, but they fail.

I hear them walk away and sigh. Soon though, another knock is at my door. "Didn' ya ge' the damn message earlier?! Go away!" I hear the door handle jiggle again but this time they have a key. The door opens, revealing Hershel and the crossbow guy. Crossbow guy has a plate of food with him, that I can only assume is for me.

"I'll leave ya'll to talk." Hershel leaves, shutting my door behind him. Crossbow guy lifts the plate a little. "Brough' ya dinner." I don't move or say anything. He sighs and sets the plate on my dresser. He sits on the edge of my bed and looks at me awkwardly. "I'm Daryl." I relax a little and criss-cross my legs, facing him. 

"I'm Darcie." He looks away from me and slumps. "I-I know." I look at him confused and he sighs. He looks at me. "I'm yer dad." I look at him confused and then get angry. I glare at him, balling my fists up. "Yer lyin'." I grit my teeth and he shakes his head no. Tears brim my eyes but I quickly wipe them away.

Before he can do or say anything. I tackle him and start punching his chest. "Lair! Fuckin' lair!" Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and holds them. He looks at me sadly while I glare at him. "It's the truth. I would never lie ta ya Darcie." I bite my lip, tears forming in my eyes again. I blink them away quickly and then headbutt him.

He lets go of me and I run out of my room, downstairs and outside. I hear voices yelling for me to stop but I ignore them and keep running. I run straight into the woods and stop after a while to catch my breath. I look around and sigh. I climb a tree and close my eyes, eventually falling asleep.

*The Next Day*

I wake up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I smell smoke and jump down from the tree, careful not to hurt my leg anymore. I go back in the direction of the farmhouse and the smell gets stronger. I hear groans and start panicking. Soon, I see the house and see that the barn is on fire. I run towards the house but get blocked by those geeks. 

I look around frantically for anybody but don't see anyone nearby. I run back towards the woods and keep running. *A While Later* I stop and catch my breath. I finally loss the geeks but now I don't know where to go. I just keep walking forward until I hear voices and people arguing. I go towards the voices, listening carefully.

"She's my fuckin' daughter! I'm goin' back fer her! We ain't havin' this discussion!" I come out of the woods and see Rick and the others. I see Daryl and bite my lip. "Daryl?" He turns around quickly and drops his crossbow, running towards me. He picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly. 

"I ain't never lettin' ya leave my side babygirl." He chokes out and I let a few tears escape from me. He doesn't let go of me as we go over to the group. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. He opens the door to a truck and set me inside, then comes around and gets in the driver's seat. 

I lay down with my head in his lap and look up at him. He glances down at me as he drives every few minutes. "Dad?" He looks down at me and hums in response. "I'm glad yer in my life now." He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. But eventually, he responds. "Love ya too babygirl."