Guardian Angel (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 5

I hear someone calling us all in for dinner. I stand up, brushing the dirt thy has collected on my jeans off. Carl comes and finds me, a small smile on his face.

"I wanted to make sure you were coming."

"I was getting there." We walked side by side into the building, only to be met by a worried Rick.

Group meeting as well as dinner.

We all sat, a bowl of vegetables in each of our hand. I sat with Carl on my left and Beth on my right, they both seemed nervous.

"There has been more walker build ups on the fences." He claims, looking around to all of us,"we need to keep our guard up and people need to step up and kill some of these walkers. These fences.. They're keeping us alive."

"How are we going to do that?" Glenn asks, looking skeptical. Daryl shoots him a look, his eyes narrowed and sending a silent message to him.

"Everyone is going to help handle it, that's how." Rick finishes his speech, returning to sit by Carl and Lori. She rubs his shoulder but I watch as Rick pulls away.

When I look up I realize Daryl is staring at me. My cheeks heat up and I drop my head to the ground, focusing on the bowl of vegetables in my hands. I finish, helping Carol and Lori clean up the large mess of dishes. I feel like everything is falling into place.

That falls apart when I hear screams from outside.

I grab my gun, running as fast as I can out of the cell block and through the door. That's when I realize many walkers begin to walk toward the prison, groaning and growling.

"We need to handle them outside if not they'll bring the fence down!" I scream, everyone looking towards me. Rick nods, grabbing his gun.

"Open the gates, and we'll fight them." Adrenaline rushes through me as Carol pulls the rope, the gate swinging open. Walkers become attracted to the noise, changing their course to come towards us.

I run out with Rick, most of the group following behind. I raise my gun, firing as rapidly as I can. I watch them drop as everyone works as a team to clear the mass of zombies herding in the field. Daryl is near me, every once in awhile peeking over at me before firing or using his knife to kill the creatures.

Finally, when muscles are sore and throbbing, they're gone. We all walk towards the gates quietly. Everyone seems shaken up by the amount of walkers that stormed the prison, but everyone stays quiet almost afraid one word will draw more.

"You need to work on your form. It sucks." Daryl claims as he walks past me, trotting up ahead to catch up to Rick. I grit my teeth, my fists angrily clenched to my sides. As much as I want to give him a piece of my mind, I know he will only fight with me until he wins. So, I be the better person and don't utter a word as I make my way to my cell. I sit on the bed, removing my boots and laying down on the bed.

I close my eyes, enjoying the quiet atmosphere in solitude. It's dark in there, my curtain drawn back allowing no one to see me. I close my eyes even though I have to take watch later, they should understand I've worked hard enough to deserve at least two hours of sleep.

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It was an eerie shade of darkness as I walked outside. Hershel came to awake me, telling me I needed to go out. I walked along the fences, patrolling of any walkers let alone people. Crickets chirped through the brisk air, the only sound audible to my ears.

After what Rick said, I realized how if we didn't handle the walkers, the gates could collapse. The safety of us would be put In jeopardy if we weren't ready. I was surprised of how well everyone worked together. Even Lori was making an effort to shoot.

We worked good together.

I trotted around, becoming increasingly bored with no actions. In the woods they were everywhere, you were lucky to get five minutes without seeing one or interacting with one. Now, being in here creates a new feeling of safety, one I haven't felt since this started.

Footsteps beside me draw my attention back to the present, and I spin around quickly to see Carl.

"Carl, you can't sneak out every time I'm out here." I sigh. He only shrugs, joining me as I walk up and down the fences.

"I want to. It's nice to be out here, my dad won't let me take watch by myself yet."

"That's because you aren't old enough."

"I've already killed someone, Sarah. I'm pretty sure I'm old enough." He snaps back, bowing his head slightly as he trudges next to me.

"He also told me this isn't kid stuff anymore, I'm not a kid." His eyes lock with mine, and my heart breaks as I see the pain and sadness in them.

"You'll always be a kid until you're eighteen, at least to me. So I'll do anything to protect you." I smile down at him, ruffling his hair. All he does is smile, thankfully I managed to cheer him up.

We walked in silence. No walkers came, I didn't see a mystery person staggering out into the woods. It was nice. I heard the door open and I saw Rick come outside, looking obviously worried.

"I told you." I whisper to Carl. Rick approaches us, his arms crossed.

"Carl, what are you doing out here?" He doesn't answer, he only bows his head slightly to the ground.

"It's fine," I quickly reply, trying to save him from trouble,"I don't mind. The company is nice."

"Sarah, you're done with watch. Thank you." He gives me a nod as I walk away. Carl waves, almost looking pained to be left with his dad. Inside, the cell block was dead silent. I tiptoed into my cell, nearly screaming when I saw Daryl sitting on my bed waiting for me.

"What the hell." I hiss, grabbing his shoulders and hoisting him up.

"I need to talk to you." His voice is emotionless, as well as his face.

"No, get out. I need to sleep."

"Sarah-"

"Get out!" He grunts, turning swiftly on his heel and exiting my room, forcefully yanking the curtain closed behind him. I rip out my hair tie, my waves falling down around my face. I rip the blankets back, crawling into the warmness of the bed.

I didn't understand him.

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