Fallen ➸ Daryl Dixon (TWD)

Chapter 6

warnings: possibly cute daryl/elle action

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"Yeah I remember that," I told Daryl who made me remember that time Merle took me on a drug run and almost got us all arrested.

"What's one thing you miss about life from before the apocalypse?" I asked.

"You." He answered.

"Daryl, is that you?" I joked, poking his head.

"Stop," He groaned, grabbing my hand.

"I wanna go home. Just to get some closure." I mumbled.

"Why?" He asked.

"I just want to go back." I replied.

"When?" He inquired.

"Now." I replied, raising up.

"Now? It's dark." He replied.

"I know." I replied.

"By yourself?" He interrogated.

"If you don't wanna come." I stated, standing up.

"I'll come." He replied.

I nodded, pulling on my jacket and leaving the watch tower.

I walked into the prison, telling everywhere where we were going.

"I'll open the gate." Glenn mumbled.

"How long will you be gone?" Hershel asked.

"Until tomorrow probably." I answered.

"Okay, I'll watch Jackie for ya." Maggie smiled.

I smiled before following Glenn out of the prison to where Daryl had the truck started up.

"Wear condoms!" Glenn yelled, opening the gate.

Daryl flipped him off before pulling out and driving down the road.

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I slowly walked into my old house, Daryl walking in first.

Once we were in, he pushed the couch against the door after making sure the house was empty.

"This is weird." Daryl mumbled.

"Yeah." I replied, walking upstairs.

I walked into my room, everything the same way it was before the apocalypse.

"Ye still kept these?" Daryl asked, pointing to the pictures of me and him on my walls.

"Yeah." I replied, stripping my bed of the covers.

I took a deep breath before walking out on the balcony.

"I climbed up here many of times." Daryl stated.

"Yeah, and wake me up at two a.m. wanting to go coon huntin'." I replied.

"Ye went with me, though." He replied.

"Like three times." I replied.

"And we didn't hunt." He smirked, leaning against the railing.

I ignored him and walked inside before I started blushing.

I opened my closet, screaming when someone wrapped their hands around my throat and landed on me once I hit the bed.

I looked into the eyes of who was on top of me, finding that they were lifeless, dark, and just dead.

I screamed again, having a flashback of Chad and picturing him choking me.

I gasped for air, Daryl stabbing him in the head.