Hi all! so this has been bugging me for the last week and i just had to put it up. Just for clarification, my Vampire Academy Stories will be updated this weekend, i promise.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO Frank Darabont.
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~TSD~
The Walking Dead
Pairing- Daryl and Michonne
Rating- +M
Michonne runs away from the prison after Merle tries to kill her.
Rick sends Daryl after her, hoping to get her to come back.
Follow the two through the woods and abandoned towns where they learn more about each other and feeling bubble up.
Rated M for later lemons.
R&R please.
Chapter one- Grave Memories
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"You know I'll always love you right?" he asked caressing my cheek.
"Of course. We wouldn't be here if you didn't." I replied, watching the sunset from our position on the rooftop.
"You ready?" he asked, watching me closely.
"Always."
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That's the 7th time this week I've had that dream. Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep the memory pops back up.
Ty, my boyfriend…or I guess I can say ex-boyfriend. How I miss him. That night would have been perfect… if it wasn't for the stupid walker that somehow got onto the roof and got the drop on us.
I didn't even have time to register what happened. One moment we were about to kiss…and do other stuff… and the next moment Ty's bitten and the walker is coming after me!
Obviously walker weren't really in my hometown, Montanna. It was just the beginning of the Apocalypse, there were many rumours about walkers, but from far away. Far away from my perfect little life.
So obviously seeing one in real life scared the shit out of me. I've never seen one, just on TV. I also knew how to kill them thanks to a little Documentary that aired after the outbreak of the 'plague'.
But I never thought it would come here. So naturally I didn't have a weapon with me. Stupid Michonne!
Ty lay bleeding on the rooftop while I ran circles around the walker, trying to stay out of its reach whilst trying not to fall off of the small roof. About 2 min later the walker grew restless and lunged at me, only to fall short at my feet.
On the neighbours roof stood a guy with a shotgun, aimed at me. I looked down at the walker. One bullet hole in the back of his head.
"You alright Mich?" Devon yelled from the other roof, jumping to ours and stopping dead when he saw Ty's body.
"Wh-what happened? I stuttered, slowly walking towards Ty's motionless body,
"I don't know. Some idiot must have been bitten and came back here. Stupid ass. Must have been because the plague is too far from us, like 5 states away." He groaned angrily, poking Ty with the end of his gun.
I looked up to see unshed tears in his eyes. He pulled me away and hugged me close. I didn't even realize I was crying until he wiped away some tears. The pain in my heart becoming too much making my knees give in, making me crumble to the floor.
"Go in Mich. I'll take care of this." He said gently, helping me up.
"No. he was my boyfriend. I'll do it." I sniffed, looking back at Ty.
There was a deep gash on the side of his throat, bleeding more than humanly possible. Kneeling I closed his eyes and kissed his lips.
"Goodbye my Love."
Devon came and stood next to me, handing me his 9mm gun.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked gently.
"No. I don't want to do it. But I have to." I replied, aiming the gun at Ty's head.
I looked into his closed eyes. Memories flooded my mind. The day we met at a spring carnival in Rio. Our first date at a pub. We always talked about having kids….guess that won't be possible now.
Coming back to reality I saw Ty move a little.
And just as those haunted dead eyes opened I pulled the trigger, a bullet flying straight into his head, taking any sense of life with it.
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About a month later Devon and I were camped out in the forest. Big, chunky trees cascading over us. We decided to stick together after the plague hit our little town at full force. I don't know how many of our friends were still alive. I they even were.
One morning Devon went out hunting and never came back. I was so worried. After hours of waiting I decided to go searching for him. Hours later with no success and many tears shed, I made my way back to the camp site, wanting to pack up and leave. And who was there waiting for me when I got back? Walker Devon. Just great.
OK, so I really didn't want to kill him…well because I loved him, but more in a brother-sister way. But I had to do what I had to do. Pulling out my katana I walked around him, whipping my katana in a circle and brining it down on his head, not even blinking.
After Ty's death I became hard and unemotional. Now, taking Devon's life as well was the tipping point.
Devon was my only friend and protector, the only thing keeping me alive. Now he's dead…and so is my heart.
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Coming back to reality it was about 2am in the morning by the looks of things.
I could feel I wasn't alone in the little cell I was staying in but I couldn't see anyone. My heart pounding loudly in my ears didn't really help.
Scraping noise from my right made my head snap back, right into a blade.
Merle's blade.
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So? This was my first Walking Dead Fanfic!
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