Reunited - Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction

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It had been 1 year since the dead started walking. But only 4 months that I have been living in it.
I was kidnaped 2 years before this whole thing even started. Only 4 months ago was I even free from my captor and sent straight into this zombie world without much strength to even stand on my own let alone fight the dead. I figured the forest was my best bet, all the zombies would surely be in towns and cities but I was wrong, there was an oddly significant amount of zombies that roamed the forest.
I'm following a deer in the woods when I notice someone following me.. he's behind me about 100 yards. Not sure if he's after me or the deer. A walker stumbles in front of the deer and scares it off and when I turn around, my shadow is gone.
I head back to my makeshift camp up a tree cautiously looking through the woods but the man never appears again. Unless he hides well.
Daryl taught me how to track and hunt, we'd go together all the time growing up. We didn't come from anything and I was left alone at the age of 7 to basically fend for myself.
Hunting wasn't a hobby, it was survival for us.
I sigh as I climb the trees, thinking about how he could be dead for all I know.

"Daryl when we get back can you fix up my necklace, the clasp has come lose again"
"Ye sure just shut your ass up there's a rabbit up ahead"
My eyes light up
"Where?!"
He points to a small figure just a few meters away from us. We get closer and see it's pregnant, we sigh in disappointment but decide to call it a day as the sun starts to set
We take our usual route home down the alley of the town bar
Some drunk guy stumbles out the back door and into the alley and instigates a fight with Daryl.
"Daryl he's drunk, let's go"
I say as the drunk bastard takes a clumsy swing missing Daryl by meters. The dumb bastard gets himself dizzy and collapses on the ground. Daryl and I smirk at each other and we go on our merry way.
As I'm stepping over the drunkard I feel someone grab my pony tail and yank me back and before I can scream a hand covers my mouth.
I elbow whoever it is in the stomach and yell to Daryl who turns around instantly and he eyes fill with anger.
The man pulls out a knife and holds it to my throat. He's too strong for me to fight even without the knife. I feel blood trickle down the side of my neck as he tightens his grip as Daryl comes closer.
Daryl hesitantly stops looking at me with worry.
The man kicks the back of my knee and drags me back to his car. He forces me into the trunk and pulls out a gun and points it at Daryl, Daryl tries to challenge him but my captor hits him in just the right spot with the bud of his gun to knock him out , that's the last thing I saw before he did the same to me.
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I wake up naked, my arms tied above my head to the bedpost. I scream and try to escape as I remember what's happened. The door bursts open and my captor comes in with a knife and a grim smile. He unbuckles his belt and looks at me up and down. I feel so vulnerable and disgusting just to have him look at me that way.
"You're about the prettiest I ever had"
"You don't have me!" I spit back
"I think I do girlie, now spread them legs for me and let me see what I'm working with"
I close my legs harder but he forces them open as I cry out. He starts licking the inside of my thigh getting closer and closer to me. I squeeze my thighs together and twist my body so I've got him trapped
"Fucking bitch" he coughs out as he reaches for his knife and slices my thigh
I scream in pain as my grip loosens and he wiggles himself free
I look down at my leg and start to feel faint, it's quite deep
He removes his clothing and climbs on top of me as I loose consciousness from blood loss
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It's been a year officially. A year and no one has found me and no one has saved me and I'm still tied to this fucking bed. I'm significantly skinnier and weaker than I was. I've got terribly healed scars on my thighs and some on my stomach and back. I was raped every day. Sometimes twice a day. Like a ritual. He tells me stories of the other girls he's kept and how they all eventually died and no one ever found them. He showed me recordings and pictures of what he did to them. Jack is the fuckers name. Forced me to scream it sometimes...
About two months ago he told me I was pregnant. He seemed to be happy by this aswell. Every time I go toilet he collects it and tests it. Like he's trying to knock me up. I don't get how he wants me to have his child but cuts me up all the same.
I feel a tight pain in my stomach again, they started a couple hours ago.
I feel a warm wetness spread between my legs and a wave of excruciating pain and pressure.
Jack comes in almost looking worried and then seems to understand. He gets a bucket and water and a cloth
He tells me I'm miscarrying and that it'll hurt but I won't have to push.
I scream and cry for what seems like forever till it's over.
He comes back in later that day and lays next to me.
"I'm sorry we lost it darl, we'll start trying again soon... you'll get over it though, probably will happen a few more times but you'll get over it, all the others did" he says as he pulls my face to his and kisses me. Anger for what he's put me through builds in my body and I bite him as hard as I can
He screams in pain and gets up and storms out the room
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I'd had two more miscarriages, one at a few weeks along and another at 6 months. I didn't scream anymore or cry anymore. It was like I was in a constant slumber. I just wanted it all to end.
He wheels in a radio and a TV and turns the TV on.
"Look darl, it's on every channel"
I watch in horror at the TV as I watch as these people just rip each other apart... literally
They're talking of some disease and the way they're describing sounds like Zombies but that can't be right it's just not possible!
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For the next few weeks i watch the TV, watching as cities and countries fall to this disease. Apparently it infects you through bites or scratches and then kills you with a fever, in a matter of minutes to hours it restarts a part of your brain, you're not human, you can't even think. Just aimlessly walk around trying to eat every living thing. They even showed clips of people with no legs as zombies still trying eat people. The brain is where they're alive and that's where you aim to kill them.
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Jack had boarded up the house but I would hear the growls outside. I knew he was panicked. He didn't know how to survive in this world. He stocked up on food and it lasted us for a while. He said he was feeding me more so that the dead would want to eat me first. He tormented me like that for months. One time he even brought in a zombie and threatened to let it eat me alive when I attempted an escape. He seemed to rape me less now and beat me more but he never lasted more than a few minutes at doing either which I was thankful for.
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The growls were louder than they'd ever been today. Jack burst in the room and cut me loose. He gave me a knife then ran out the door locking it behind him. I tried to open in but I could barely stand. I heard lots of commotion, screams, crashes and after a few hours... nothing... I search through the room looking for things I can use. I put on some clothes tucked in a box on a high shelf. And arm myself with the knife. I jimmy open the door and find blood everywhere and a few dead walkers. I go downstairs to find a few more dead walkers and a trail of blood out the door and Jacks truck gone... I was fucking free!
I rush back inside and gather some things, food, batteries and clothes and anything I can use as a weapon. I go outside and am met with a stumbling corpse. It overpowers me and i drop my knife. I wrestle with it and eventually push it off me and quickly make use with my knife. As soon as the knife enters the brain it goes limp and lifeless... I stand up looking at the blood. I run to the bathroom and frantically scrub the blood off my hands as I sob hysterically. I'll never make it in this world. I've got unhealed injuries and I have no idea how I'll be able to kill these things.
After what seems like forever sitting on the ground I compose myself and go back outside. I take in a deep breath and remind myself, I know how to survive in the woods. I know how to hunt. I'll be okay. I embrace my surroundings seeing I'm on what appears to be a farm. I have no idea where I am but I know I need to survive. I find a garage and find more things I can use before venturing into the woods where I know I'd be able to protect myself better especially with the cover of the trees.

It's been two days since I saw the deer and I was out hunting again when I noticed slight human tracks. They were fresh but light which meant this person was also hunting. I follow the trail for a couple hundred meters then see someone up ahead. I hide behind a tree and decide to follow the person for a while. He seems like he's tracking something. I get close but not close enough for him to notice me there. I notice the sun start to go down and realise I've been following him for the while damn day. The mystery man no longer crouches like he's watching something, he stands up frustrated and kicks a log. He angrily storms off and I head back to my camp in a tree.

It's been a week and it seems me and the mystery man both know we are following each other. Every now and then I notice him watching me and every now and then I think he notices me watching him. Today it's him following me as I pick up deer tracks again. I'm following the tracks for about an hour before I notice the deer aimlessly feeding in a meadow. Some noise behind me makes the deers head shoot up, look at me with my bow raised and prance off before I can get a shot. Second fucking time I've lost that deer
"Listen asshole, I just lost that deer for the second time so are we gonna keep playing cat and mouse or are you gonna grow some balls and face me" I scream into the forest. I see movement and then the man appears from behind a tree and begins to walk over
"I didn't spook your deer, I think I know better than to be that damn loud that close......"
He's cut off as a small group of zombies appears from the forest taking us by surprise. I get tackled to the ground by one but quickly use my knife to take it down and throw it off me. I use my bow for two more of them before being pulled to the ground by another zombie. I feel myself land on something sharp and scream in pain but focus on killing the thing biting at me.
I'm about to stab it in the head when a crossbow bolt pieces through it's eye.
I look up to see a hand reaching out to help me up. I slowly stand using the mans help and examine the back of my leg to see what that fucking pain was.
"I don't think it's the back of your leg where you need to be looking"
I look down at the front of my leg and see one of his damn crossbow bolts sticking out my leg. I'm about to let it rip when I look up and am met with those all farmiliar eyes. I stumble closer and reach out for the man I know all too well
"Daryl"