Savior
This is my first Walking Dead fanfiction so I hope it isn't too bad. This is a Daryl Dixon/OC fic. Starts off when they find the prison. Let me know what you think and if i should continue with it! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything about the Walking Dead or Daryl Dixon or other characters except for my OC.
Rick and Daryl walked through the cell block, their weapons leading the way. Bodies lined the cells; blood covering the walls and floors. Their eyes met as a soft rustling was heard above them. Slowly climbing the steps, they searched for the noise maker.
"Which way did it come from?" Rick asked, now back to back with Daryl as they searched the upper floor.
The sound of metal creaking reached their ears and they looked over their shoulders at each other. Daryl nodded with his head and turned back towards the direction of the sound. Their flashlights sliced through the musty air as they made their way past the cells, checking each one along the way. Coming to the last cell in the row, Daryl looked in, his crossbow aimed on the figure in the bed.
"Walker?" Rick asked from a few cells away.
Daryl lowered his crossbow and squinted his eyes. "Unlock the door."
Rick furrowed his brow and quickly walked over to him. He looked into the dark cell, Daryl's flash light still shining on the pale body beneath the sheet. As Rick unlocked the cell door with the keys he had found earlier, Daryl pushed past him, his crossbow at the ready. He walked towards the bed, his breath hitching in his throat. He lowered his crossbow and moved his flashlight, trying to see their face better.
"Is that a woman?" Rick asked from the doorway as he kept watch for walkers.
Daryl nodded slowly, anger building inside him. "Her hands are tied above her head."
"Was she bitten?" Rick walked into the cell and stood beside Daryl.
Daryl shook his head. "No." His flashlight followed a trail from her hands down to her feet. Her black hair covered most of her bloodied face, hand-shaped bruises wrapped her neck and wrists and the thin sheet covered her midsection and chest, hiding the rest of her sun depraved body. "She's naked under here." He whispered, taking the light away from her. "Someone beat her."
Rick looked down at the young woman, knowing what had happened. He instantly felt sick to his stomach and he gripped his gun tighter in his hands. "Looks like it was more than a beating."
Daryl nodded solemnly and crouched down to touch her wrist, checking for a pulse.
"She's still alive." He whispered in disbelief. He gently cupped the girls face, turning her head so she was facing them. He brushed her hair away, his eyes growing wide and stood up. "No!" Rick jumped at Daryl's sudden outburst. "Son of a bitch! No!" Daryl slammed both his fists against the wall, his breathing shallow and sharp.
Rick aimed his gun at Daryl and took a couple of steps back. "Calm down, Daryl. Who is that?" He asked, his voice shaky.
Daryl ran a hand through his hair and turned to stare at the young girl. "I know her! Her name is Elizabeth Dawson! Why the fuck are you pointing a gun at me?" He yelled, before he rushed back to the bed. He pulled out his knife and began to cut through the ropes binding her hands above her head.
"D…Daryl?"
Daryl he glanced down, meeting fear filled eyes. She stared up at him as he cut through the ropes. "We're getting you out of here, sweetheart." he whispered.
"Cafeteria ...three" She stuttered.
Understanding immediately, he nodded before he watched her pass out again. Wrapping the sheet around her, he spooned her up and rushed past Rick, making his way back to the field.
"They've been in there for too long. What if something happened?" Lori said, hugging herself as she watched the prison.
"I'm sure they're just being thorough. Making sure its safe." Carol replied as she walked over to Lori and rubbed her back.
"It's starting to get dark. What if something…"
"Stop that. We can't think like that. We need to have faith." Carol interrupted, gaining a weak smile from Lori.
"Look! They're back!" Beth yelled.
The group stood from their places around the fire and watched as Rick and Daryl made their way back to the field. "Who is Daryl carrying?" Hershel asked, looking around at the group.
Lori shook her head. "I…I don't know."
"Maggie! Maggie we need some extra clothes!" Rick called out. Reaching the fire, he pointed to the ground. "Daryl, lay her here. Maggie, we need clothes. Now."
Maggie pulled herself away from staring at the young woman wrapped in the sheet and ran to her backpack. Pulling out a pair of jeans and a tank top, she ran back over to the stranger and knelt beside her. "Is…is she even alive?" She asked, staring down at her bloody face.
"She's alive." Daryl said as he stepped away from her and readying his crossbow.
"Do you know who she is?" Carl asked.
"Elizabeth Dawson." Daryl replied quickly before he ran back towards the prison.
"Daryl, wait!" Rick swore under his breath and checked the bullets in his gun. "Glenn, T, you're coming in. Gear up! Hurry. If the people who did this to her are still in there somewhere, he's gonna find them and he's gonna kill them." He took off after Daryl. "Hurry up!" He yelled angrily over his shoulder.
Glenn and T grabbed their weapons and ran after Rick and Daryl, disappearing into the prison.
"What just happened?" Lori asked, looking around at the rest of the group.
"I'm not too sure." Hershel said, looking down at Elizabeth.
"Where the hell did you go, Daryl?" Rick whispered to himself as he led Glenn and T through the prison. Hearing shuffled footsteps and held his hand up and pressed himself against a wall. "Hold up." He whispered.
Glenn and T pushed themselves against the same wall, making sure to be ready if they had to fight. The sound of Daryl's crossbow being shot and the sound of a walker going down reached their ears and Rick looked back at Glenn and T. He nodded his head in the direction of the sound and moved forward. Walking around the corner, Rick's eyes landed on a motionless corpse, an arrow sticking out of its eye.
"This way."
"Why did he just run in here like that? Who's that Elizabeth girl?" T asked quietly.
"Not sure, but she means something for him to be so fucking stupid." Rick replied.
"How are we going to find him in this place?" Glenn asked. "It's huge."
Rick stopped walking and looked around using his flashlight. They had come to a crossroad of hallways and he studied each corridor. Stopping on a fresh pool of blood, he walked towards it, looking around the corner. He lowered his flash light and looked at Glenn and T. "We follow the bodies."
Daryl made his way through the prison, taking out any walkers that got in his way. Wiping the blood from his machete, he looked down at the headless body. "Better than bread crumbs." He whispered to himself before continuing on. Reaching a set of double doors with a faded cafeteria sign above it, he cracked his neck and readied his crossbow. "Ready or not you son of a bitch." He kicked the doors open and immediately shot an arrow, getting a man in the back of the head. "Here I come."
Two other men stood up, one aiming his gun and the other taking off into the kitchen. "Who the fuck are you?" The man with the gun yelled.
Daryl pulled out his knife and whipped it at him, catching him in the neck. "The wrong person to fuck with." He walked over to the man now laying on the ground. Stepping on his chest, he reached down, pulled the knife from his throat and slammed it into the top of his head.
Rick, Glenn and T ran around the corner just in time to see Daryl pull the knife from the man's skull and run into the next room, crossbow raised. "Shit. Come on." The three of them ran into the cafeteria and into the kitchen where Daryl had disappeared.
"No. Please don't kill me, I didn't lay a finger on that girl, please!"
"Bullshit, you didn't touch her." Daryl glared down at the man begging for his life, his finger on the trigger.
"Please, I swear! I swear I didn't touch her! Please don't kill me!" The man begged.
"Daryl." Rick aimed his gun at him, hoping he wouldn't have to use it on one of the people he cared about most. "You need to stop this. It's reckless."
"You saw what they did." He said, his aim unwavering.
Rick nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, I did, but there's no evidence saying it was this man that did it."
"She told me."
"Daryl, she hasn't been awake."
"She woke up." He snapped, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him. "When I was cutting her loose."
"What did she…"
"Cafeteria. Three." Daryl interrupted, knowing what he was going to ask. "Got one as soon as I came in. Took the second with my knife." He pressed the crossbow against the man's forehead. "And this will make three."
"Please, I swear, I didn't touch her. All I did was tie her up. That's all I did! I swear!" The man cried.
Daryl's eyes darkened and he glanced at Rick. Rick's jaw tightened and he slowly lowered his gun, catching Daryl's eye. Daryl looked back at the man and pulled the trigger. His body fell to the ground and Daryl reached down and pulled the arrow from between his eyes. "That means you touched her."
"Daryl…"
Lori and Maggie jumped at the sound of Elizabeth's voice. Kneeling down beside her, they waited for her to open her eyes. A look of pain painted her face and her breathing picked up.
"I'll go get daddy." Maggie said as she stood up.
"No," Lori grabbed her hand and looked back down at Elizabeth. "She's just having a nightmare."
Maggie and Lori watched with sad eyes as her head thrashed from side to side, a pained expression across her face. Daryl's name slipped from her lips once more before she suddenly sat up, breathing hard. Elizabeth looked around. Her head was pounding and her vision blurred. Somewhere in the distance someone was talking. Not recognizing the voices, she attempted to stand.
Lori placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey hey hey, you need to keep laying down. You need rest."
"I saw him." She whispered, trying to keep her eyes open.
Lori looked over at Carl and Beth where they were sleeping beside Carol. "Who did you see?"
"Who are you looking for dear?" Hershel asked, walking over.
Elizabeth shook her head, trying to shake the dizziness. "Where is he? I saw him." She mumbled, looking around in a daze.
"Who?" Maggie asked.
"D…Daryl…"
Lori and Maggie looked at each other before looking back at Elizabeth. "Daryl went back into the prison." A look of hopelessness crossed her face before she passed out, Daryl's name slipping from her lips one last time.