❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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THAT DAY rosaline had decided to put a chain on rheagar's neck. coincidentally, carl had gotten one from the run that his father and michonne had a few days ago. it was going to come useful in case rhaegar wanted to lunge at any of the people from woodbury.
she'd almost made a note to dress ready. she was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with camo cargo pants with a holster and her khaki bomber jacket.
as they ran, daryl spotted a walker that had been freshly killed. rick warned them to stay alert and sent daryl to the other opposite end of the house with rosaline while he entered the warehouse.
daryl peeked through a broken window, seeing that the governor had shown up, "he's there." he murmured.
"we should let hershel know." rosaline suggested.
"right idea." daryl replied, walking up to the gravel pathway. hershel saw them and pulled the car over, window rolled down, "he's already in there. sat down with rick." he informed.
hershel sized up the road with squinted eyes, "i don't see any cars."
"he wouldn't have come alone." rosaline murmured.
daryl agreed, "it don't feel right. keep it running." he jerked his chin at the car.
a car rumbling made them snap their heads at the source of the sound, "must be them." rosaline guessed aiming her bow at whatever was coming.
the marksman pat the hood of the car, raising his crossbow, "heads up."
a cream truck pulled up with about four people in it. a hispanic looking man hopped out of the driver's seat, a man with glasses who looked a bit nerdy stepped out and so did andrea.
the youngest dixon couldn't help but be suspicious, "what the hell? why's your boy already in there?"
"he's here?" andrea queried with confusion, raising her brows.
"yep."
"bright and early." rosaline shot an accusing look.
andrea sighed, going to open the door to the building starting to speak to the governor. the girl rolled her eyes, staring down the two people who'd come with andrea. rhaegar sat on the hood of their car.
hershel was becoming impatient with the silence, "maybe i should go inside." he offered.
the man with glasses raised his head, "the governor thought it best if he and rick spoke privately."
"andrea doesn't seem like privacy." rosaline taunted.
