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Warrior Angel

They had lost the farm a month ago and times were incredibly hard on everyone. Some of the group members still had some trust issues with Rick, but that had overall blown away. Lori was starting to get a baby bump and Carl was growing taller and maturing at a rapid rate. Much of the group members were tired, distraught, and had lost quite a bit of weight, but they had grown stronger as a group with harsh pushing from Rick. Daryl had become Rick's full-time right-hand man and was among the most valued members of the group.

The group constantly moved from house to house, staying no longer than a few days. They usually only stayed for one. They were always on guard, always alert.

Rick eyed the hunter's back as they walked in the woods. The two walking further ahead from the group. Daryl had caught wind of a deer's trail and decided to pursue it, seeing as the group really needed some meat. The rest of the group hung further back from the two, so they wouldn't make as much noise, giving Rick and Daryl the chance to sneak up on the deer. Rick's eyes weren't on the ground, though, but on the pair of wings that were part of Daryl's vest. The hunter became known for the piece of clothing as he was rarely seen without it. The wings were fascinating to look at. They seemed so out of place yet fit so well on Daryl's back.

"Wh't the hell?" Daryl said suddenly. They both stopped walking. Rick's eyes widened when he saw what Daryl had reacted to. A large buck was hanging in a net a few feet off the ground. The beast flailed around in the net in a desperate attempt to break free and run. The animal's legs kept falling through the net's holes and its antlers kept getting tangled in the rope.

"Someone set a trap." Rick said.

"Which means som'one might live 'round here." Daryl added on.

"Could be a whole group." Rick suggested as watched the deer exhaust itself. The hunter warily eyed the buck.

"Whad' ya think? Leave the poor bastard n' move on?" Rick caught on to what Daryl was saying between the lines. Avoid any interaction with another group, which meant leaving their catch alone, free of suspicion. He contemplated the suggestion.

"I don't know. We really need the meat right now." Rick said. The rest of the group caught up to them.

"That's a big deer." T-Dog said.

"Are we going to take it?" Lori asked.

"I'm not sure. Someone who might live around here could've set this trap. They might be back, looking for this thang. We don't want to give someone the reason to start something with us." Rick said.

"Rick, we really need the food." Glenn said. Maggie's hand was intertwined with his.

"I know, which is why I'm contemplating taking it anyway. What do you think, Daryl?" Rick asked, turning to the hunter. Daryl shook his head, his eyes never leaving the deer.

"I'm get'n a bad vibe from this. I think we should leave it n' find n'ther deer." He stated, calmly. Lori raised her eyebrows at this and turned to her husband.

"Rick, are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked in practically an accusing fashion.

"If Daryl says it's a bad idea, then i'm going to leave it." Rick shot back.

"Rick, there is meat literally dangling right in front of us, meat we need, and you're going to leave it there because Daryl is getting a bad vibe?" She hissed the hunter's name like it was poison on her tongue. She had never really liked Daryl, especially since Rick started to listen to him more than his own wife. Rick's eyes bore into his wife's.

"I am." Authority and finality poured into those two words, leaving no room for argument. Lori pursed her lips in anger. The rest of the group gave no complaint to Rick's decision. "Let's move." The group began walking away from the buck.

"FREEZE!" They all jumped and immediately lifted their weapons, ready to fire. There was group of eight, armed people off to the left of them. The strangers were pointing their weapons at them. "That's our deer!" A man standing in front of the group, which consisted of all men and one female, shouted. He held a shotgun in his hands.

"We're not taking your deer," Rick shouted back. "In fact, we were just leaving." A twig suddenly snapped from the opposite side Rick's group. They swung their back to the opposing and was met with the sight of six Walkers. Daryl made quick work of them, putting a bolt in each before they could get too close. "We have no intention of hurting anyone." Rick said as he turned back to the other group. His eyebrows shot up in confusion. The entire group stared up in awe at something, their weapons hung at their sides. They looked at if they were about to cry. The woman took a few steps toward them, causing the group to aim their weapons at her.

" My eyes must deceive me. What I am seeing cannot be real." She said as tears began to pour down her face. She rushed at the group.

"Whoa, lady." Rick snapped at her, trying to get her away from his group. The woman pushed pass him and rushed over to Daryl. Before the hunter could protest, she grabbed his hands and held them in hers.

" Preacher Malory spoke true. You have come to us. Our blessed Angel." She wept out, never letting go of Daryl's hands, no matter how much he tried to pry them free. The rest of her group rushed over to Daryl falling to their knees when they were in front of him.

"Angel? The hell you talkn' 'bout, lady?" Daryl growled in confusion, his crossbow hung on his back. The rest of Rick's group stood frozen, confused about what the hell was going on.

"Yes!" The woman bellowed. "The bow; it makes perfect sense. The wings on your back proves it! You must be our warrior angel Zerachial, sent here in flesh to come pass judgement on us all. His Holiness, Preacher Malory predicted you would come to us." She dropped to her knees and began to kiss Daryl's hands, much to his dismay. "I beg you!" She wailed, kissing his hands again. "Heal the disease that plagues this world!" Daryl stared at the woman in shock. He drew his gaze to Rick, silently begging him to step in and do something. Rick took a step toward Daryl and the group.

"Hey, now." He tried calmly. The group was suddenly on their feet, all of them pointing their weapons at Rick, who took a surprised step back.

"You dare not come near Zerachial!" One of the men shouted. "Sinners like you all should have to earn the right even look upon his Holiness!" Rick's group stared at them shocked, unsure what to do or how to get Daryl away from the delusional group. The woman suddenly rose, eyeing Carl.

"Boy, what is that on your head?" She asked. Carl stared at her, confused by the sudden change of subject. He looked at his father, silently asking if he should answer her. Rick gave him a sharp, guarded nod.

"My dad's sheriff hat." He answered slowly, scared his response wouldn't please her. Her eye's seemed to light up at the information.

"And who is your father?" She asked. As an answer, he pointed at Rick, who was glaring at the woman, his pose defensive. The woman's eyes rested on him. A large, thankful grin pulled at her cheeks.

"Oh, yes. You must be The Authority." She said as more tears poured down her face.

"You've got us confused for someone else, lady." T-Dog spoke suddenly. The woman whipped her head toward him and the rest of the group. For a moment, she stared at them, confused. As if she had forgotten the others were still there. Then, realization washed over her face, as if she had come to a revelation.

"All of you must be Zerachial's followers." She said. " It must be an honor to walk within his Grace's path. I envy in your ability to walk with, not only him, but also The Authority." She said

"Who?" Carl asked. She looked at him, shocked. She had obviously expected him to know.

"Why, Zerachial's personal protector and adviser, of course." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She turned to Daryl. "Your Holiness, you must come to our camp and meet all your loyal followers. There, we will treat you and your holy followers like kings. Please, come!" As she spoke, the other members of her group suddenly took the group's weapons from them and started pushing them ahead. The woman and her group ignored their protests and forced them along.

"Do not fight us," the lady spoke. "We do not wish to harm Zerachial's followers." Rick told them to let them be taken. he had to grab onto Daryl and force him to calm down.

"Just play along for now," he whispered in Daryl's ear "We'll find a way out of this later." Daryl calmed down but he still looked pissed.

"This ain't good, Rick. These people are n'sane. I ain't no damn angel." Daryl whispered back.

"I know, but just play along. We'll high tale it out of their camp the second we get the chance." Rick reassured him. Daryl sighed and let the crazy group drag him and the rest of them to where ever they were taking them.

They walked for nearly half an hour, when they were finally greeted by a giant wall made up of worn brick. The wall stretched out wide, closing in a very large piece of land. The woman shouted up at someone on top of the wall, telling him to open a large door, which covered a portion of the wall. The door swung open and they were dragged in. Many people swarmed them, put the group continued to drag them toward a large, three story building. They pulled the group in and walked them up two flights of stairs. The third floor had no rooms, just an open space filled with furniture. The woman's group left and shut the door, leaving only the woman with Rick's group.

"I'm truly sorry for the rough treatment, your Holiness. But it was something that had to be done. I hope understand" She said to Daryl. He didn't respond to her. He just glared at her.

"Why the hell are you people doing this?" Maggie snapped. The stared at her, confused.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. I thought the cause of our actions were obvious. Zerachial and The Authority do not belong out in the open where the Demons are. We can not run the risk of Zerachial being corrupted." She stated.

"Who are you, anyway?" Glenn asked.

"Oh, dear me. Where are my manners?" She said, rather embarrassed of herself. "My name is Charlotte Thanders and welcome to our town: The Temples.


There's the first Chapter. I would just like to briefly point out that I am in no way, shape or form, trying to push any form of religion on any of you. This was simply and idea that formed in my head that involves religion and will have religious references. I'm not going to go into much detail about the religious aspect of this, nor do I want to. So just read the story and enjoy the fact that these people think Daryl's an Angel. Cause that's just freaking awesome.