The next morning wasn't a usual happy one. Andrea was still sitting next to Amy's body, Glenn and T-Dog were throwing dead walkers into a fire, and Daryl was going around to the walkers on the ground still, bashing their heads with a pickaxe to make sure they were dead.
You walked over to the RV and went inside, grabbing a granola bar. You stepped out to see Jacqui yelling to the group that Jim was bit. You furrowed your brows and leaned against the wall of the RV, taking a bite and watching as they forcefully lifted his shirt to reveal the bite. Everyone took a few steps back and you scoffed, stepping back in the RV to throw away the wrapper.
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You and Daryl were by the front of the RV, making sure all the people that were dead didn't turn into walkers. Carol came walking over right before Daryl brought down the pick axe on Ed's head. She raised her hand to tell him to wait.
"I'll do it. He's my husband." She said, sadness in her voice. Daryl hesitated, but gave it to her. She paused for a moment before she began crying and swung it down into his head.
After a few blows and her crying turning into a sobbing, you stepped towards her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Carol-- Honey, it's ok. Calm down." You said sympathetically. She stood there for a moment before handing you the pickaxe, which you handed to Daryl. You hugged her gently and she sobbed quietly into your shirt. You rubbed her hair and stepped out of the embrace.
"Let's go sit down, ok?" You suggested. She nodded and you led her to the burnt out fire pit, sitting her in one of the chairs. You sat next to her and stayed with her for a few minutes.
Something later caught your eye, and you turned to see Amy's dead body moving. It sat up and had it's face only inches away from Andrea's. You stood up and took a step closer, most others doing the same.
Andrea cried for her sister and was talking to her before finally pulling her gun and shooting Amy in the head. You sighed, hung your head, and sat back down, rubbing your head. Not long after, Daryl came over to you.
"Hey, wanna come help me with somethin'?" He asked. You nodded and stood up, following him.
You went on to cover the bodies of the dead survivors and loaded them into the back of a truck, driving them up to the spot where Jim had dug all the holes. Shane and Rick were already up there, fixing the holes so they were big enough.
"I still think it's a mistake not burnin' these bodies," Daryl said to the three of you. "It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?"
"At first." Shane responded, panting.
"The chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along?" Daryl argued. You turned and saw all of the group coming up the hill to where you were. "These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are."
"There are no rules," Rick butted in, pausing from his digging.
"Yea, and that's a problem." You said, crossing your arms. Lori stepped up next to you.
"She's right. We haven't had one minute to hold on to anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do." She said, a dragonfly buzzing by her. You looked at her and nodded in agreement. Daryl shot you a 'come on' kind of look and you shrugged.
The holes were just about finished, so everyone went on and dragged their loved ones into them, leaving Amy's body to be the last one. Andrea began dragging her sister's covered corpse into the pit.
You were standing at Daryl's side, watching and holding back a tear with a sniff. You turned around and rested your head on his shoulder, crossing your arms. His arm came around in front of your neck and that hand rested on your other shoulder in a hug. You reached up to your shoulder and grabbed his large hand, pulling and walking away with him, the rest of the group following.
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You sat on your cot in the tent, recently reduced to 2 cots instead of 3. The zippered door suddenly opened and Daryl stepped through. He sighed and sat down next to you, putting a hand on your thigh.
"You good?" He asked, looking at you. You returned his gaze and nodded slowly.
"Yea, just a lil' shook," You responded quietly.
Daryl chuckled. "Yea, who wouldn't be? Camp gets attacked, people die. It's scary."
"It scares me the most that i could just as easily been one of them." You confessed, looking to the floor. Daryl moved his hand up to the opposite side of your head and pulled it down onto his shoulder, running his hand through your messy h/c locks. You sighed and nestled into his warmth and his hand fell from your head to your shoulder.
"Nah, I would've shot the dead sumbitch before he could get anywhere near ya." He reassured. You laughed and shook your head, grabbing onto his free hand.
"So, didja hear we're leavin' for the CDC tomorrow mornin'?" He asked.
"Ugh, don't remind me. I don't wanna leave here. This place means so much to us, y'know?" You groaned, falling back onto the bed and rubbing your eyes. Daryl agreed quietly.
"It's what's best. You know that." He said down to you. "If we stay here any longer we'll get attacked again. More people'll die." You sat back up and looked into his eyes. He smirked and kissed your forehead, then stood up and stepped outside of the tent. "C'mon, it's getting dark. Let's go start the fire."
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Daryl Dixon x Reader
FanfictionDaryl was always the emotionless one. Unless something bad happened to someone he loved, he'd never usually let any emotion slip through. But when he was around y/n, that wasn't the case. They knew each other like the back of their hands and were u...
