A/N: Hello everyone. I've just gotten into the Walking Dead and it's blown me away. I'm totally obsessed! That being said, I will be expanding this one-shot into a fully fleshed out story (so sorry for the really bad and short description of Jo) Actually, this whole one-shot is kinda bad... But I just had to get it out.
Please review. I'd really appreciate it.
I do not own the Walking Dead nor the Meg and Dia song.
Nineteen Stars
No one can catch me the way that you catch me. The way that you keep me when I'm out of time. What if I need you? When I can't see you? And I'm running out of life.
"Daryl! To your right!" Rick shouted, throwing a glance at the man next to him. Daryl let loose a bolt directly into the eye of the walker that was getting dangerously close to the group.
Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, and Jo had set out for a supply run for the farm but were surprised to find a small herd had taken over the nearest town.
Joanna Cross had been found stumbling through the woods shortly before Rick did. Daryl had come across her fleeing a pair of walkers and decided to take her to camp. After a week of silence, she had reluctantly integrated herself and was on good terms with everyone. She revealed her secret talent at shooting practice a few days ago. Her aim never failed.
"Jo! Behind—NO!" Daryl cried out as a walked bit a huge chunk of Jo's neck. Blood spurted everywhere as the brunette fell to her knees screaming. Quickly dispatching the walker, Daryl ran to her, catching her before she hit the pavement. Her dark green eyes searched his face, mouth agape.
"D-Daryl?" She sounded meek, her strength already fading.
"Daryl, we need to go NOW. We can't help her. I'm sorry Jo." Rick looked down at the bitten girl bitter-sweetly. He had nothing against her, but there was no way of saving her now. A group of walkers started advancing, smelling the fresh blood. She nodded silently, wincing as pain erupted from her wound. She turned back to Daryl and tried to smile.
"Go. It's okay."
Daryl set her down gently, trying to suppress the desire to sweep her up and take her back to camp. He could demand that Hershel try to cure her. He couldn't just leave her. But he had to. They ran to the cars, taking out every walker within shooting distance.
"NO! DARYL!" Daryl had just opened the old truck door when he heard Jo screaming. Six or seven walkers had convened on her, tearing her flesh from her bones. While she was alive. The agony in her voice was too much.
Daryl pulled out his gun, took careful aim, and shot the woman he had come to love in the head.