Harley

Are You Daryl Dixon?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead

"We need antibiotics," Hershel told Rick, "With so many people here, we're running out fast."

"I'll talk to Glenn," Rick nodded, "See if he'll make another run."

"I don't want my daughter goin' out there again," Hershel said firmly. "She was attacked last time and I won't have that happen again."

"I'll see if T-Dog or someone can go," Rick assured him.

"Go where?" Daryl asked, stomping over.

"You're supposed to be resting," Hershel said.

"I been restin'," Daryl said, "Sophia's still out there Someone's gotta look fer her."

"Actually Daryl, I have something else I need you to do," Rick jumped in.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Daryl questioned, looking at Rick uncertainly.

"A run, we need medicine, antibiotics," Rick told him, "I know you want to be out there looking for Sophia, but you need to heal up a bit more first. At least this way you'll have a car and you won't be sitting around here bored. We'll send some of the others out looking for Sophia while you're gone."

Daryl looked like he was going to argue, but eventually he nodded.

"A'right fine," he said, "But I ain't takin' Glenn."

"That's fine," Rick said, "Who d'you want with you?"

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"So are we just going to the pharmacy?" Carol asked.

"Naw, figured we could hit there first, but it'll probably be pretty cleared out by now. We'll have a look at some of the other places before we head back."

"Even just a bottle of Aspirin would be helpful at this point," Carol commented and Daryl grunted in agreement.

They arrived at the pharmacy and, just like they'd suspected, it was mostly cleared out. They grabbed whatever was left and then left, slowly making their way down the street, trying to find other places that might still have some supplies. They were just turning down a side street when a herd of walkers suddenly appeared.

Daryl held a finger to his lips and jerked his head, turning to head back the way they had come. But when they turned they saw walkers coming up that way as well.

"C'mon," Daryl grabbed her hand and took off, dragging Carol away from both herds.

They kept running, the groans of the walkers getting louder and louder behind them. Daryl pulled her into one of the shops and they began shoving things in front of the door. The walkers banged on it and Daryl and Carol ran through to the back of the store. The back door was jammed shut so Daryl began slamming against it, trying to get it open. He finally managed to do so just as they heard the walkers break through the barrier they had created at the front.

Daryl and Carol began running again, neither of them with a clue where they were going. Daryl was pretty certain the stitches in his side had bust open, he could feel something warm on his side which he was pretty certain meant he was bleeding.

It was just starting to look like they'd have to try and climb some trees when a truck came zooming out and two people started firing shots at the walkers.

"Get in!" one of them shouted. Daryl and Carol didn't hesitate and hopped into the truck bed. What other choice did they have? Once they were in, one of the men sitting in the truck bed with them banged on the roof and they took off into the trees.

"You folks alright?"

"Yeah," Carol nodded, "Thanks."

"I'm Peter," the man held his hand out. "This is Billy," he pointed to the man sitting beside him. "That's Craig, and Julie's the one driving." He indicated the two people inside the truck.

"Carol."

"Daryl."

"What are you guys doing out here?"

"We were on a run for our group," Carol said, "Got ambushed."

"Where's your group?" Billy asked and Daryl and Carol exchanged looks.

"If you don't want to tell us, you don't have to," Peter jumped in.

"No offence," Carol started, "But-"

"We don' really trust people," Daryl said.

"Not that we aren't thankful for your help," Carol added quickly.

"Don't worry about it," Peter told them, "We get it."

Daryl nodded just as they hit a hole in the road and he winced.

"You hurt?" Billy asked.

"'m fine," Daryl grunted.

"Let me see your side," Carol said gently, lifting the side of his shirt to see his wound was bleeding again.

"We can fix that for you when we get back," Peter said.

"Back where?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, where are ya set up?" Daryl questioned.

"Not too far from here," Billy said, "We managed to barricade a community centre pretty well and we've been doing okay. Take people in sometimes who we find out on their own."

"We need to get back to the others," Carol said quietly.

"Tell you what, let us fix that cut, you two rest up, and then tomorrow we'll bring you back here later so you can get your car and head back to your group," Peter said. "Sound good?"

"Yeah, thanks," Daryl said, still not sure if they should trust him.

They finally made it to the community centre and after opening many barriers, they were inside. Daryl and Carol walked forward, looking around at the setup this group had. They had only made it a few feet when a little boy ran towards them.

"Are you Daryl Dixon?"

Alright, so this is gonna be a four-part series. Originally these chapters were going to be chapters 12-15 in my story 'Safe Keeping', but I decided I didn't like it for that plot anymore so I'm posting it separately.

I've had this written for a while, but I was waiting until chapter 11 of 'Safe Keeping' was up so it wouldn't give anything away. I'll be posting the second chapter tomorrow.

Also, I always liked the name Harley, especially for being Daryl Dixon's kid, it just seemed to fit. Except that every time I hear the name Harley I always think of the kid from Iron Man who is actually who I pictured while writing this. So if you want to know what Harley looks like, he's inspired by Ty Simpkins.

Thanks so much for reading and let me know what you think! New chapter will be up tomorrow!