HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope I can keep this inspiration going. I've been going non stop since Christmas and I'm hoping to get a chapter or maybe two out every week. I want to get this story over before the season finale. I have it planned out for the most part and I'm guessing chapter wise there will be 30 or more. I'm going to have to start a outline to organize this. Anyways, I hope you all have a great New Year!
I wanted to share something not brag or anything but I met Father Gabriel from this season on the show. I went to the Providence Comic Con and got to meet him and I almost got to meet Scott Wilson who plays Hershel, but his booth was packed and they were literally pushing people away from him. I had a ten minute conversation with the Seth Gilliam and he is literally the sweetest guy. Sorry just wanted to share that.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead
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The roar of the bike filled the night air as Daryl drove his bike through groups of walkers. Maggie's arms tighten around Daryl's stomach and she pushed her face into his shoulder. Inhaling his scent she rubbed her nose along his neck trying not to think about the pain shooting up her arm. She felt the bike begin to slow down. Pulling her head away from his neck she looked up seeing the number of walkers had dropped.
Daryl stopped the bike in a clearing with only a few walkers roaming around. The decaying bodies of the dead begun to limp towards them. Loud moan and groans falling from their mouths. Daryl turned the bike off and moved out of Maggie's arms. Pulling a pocket knife from his pocket he moved to the closes walker stabbing him in the right eye. Another walker who must of been in her teens when she died lunged for his left arm. Daryl quickly turned and shoved the knife through it's right ear.
Maggie watched while he moved to the next walker. She watched him stab each with out even a flinch. The pain in her arm brought her attention back to herself. Her eyes moved to her left arm. Blood was dripping down her inner elbow running down her arm. A large gash lied along her inner arm.
"Ya okay?" Her eyes moved from the gash to Daryl standing close to her looking a the cut.
"Yeah It just needs to be stitched up and cleaned." She replied back. He nodded his head in return the moved to hand to his back pocket. Pulling out a old rag he moved closer to her and picked up her arm. He moved the rag along the blood, cleaning her tanned skin.
"How'd it happen?" He asked, moving to the gash and gently cleaning the blood from the area. Maggie's eyes over to her bag and she pulled it from around herself. Pulling the bag to her lap she searched for what could of been the source of her cut. "There," Maggie's eyes moved to where Daryl had gestured. A kitchen knife she had tossed in the bag had sliced through the bag.
"It must of been when I fell. I was scared I got bit." Maggie said, she pulled the zipper opening the bag. Looking in the bag she begun to push through the bag looking for some of the medical supplies of her father's she had grabbed. Daryl tightened his grip on her arm holding pleasure to the gash. Pulling a blanket from the bag and dropping it to the ground she found the medical supplies along the bottom of the bag. "Alright I got some stuff for stitching right here." She said, pulling them from the bag.
Maggie begun to struggle setting the things on her lap. Her brows furrowed when she realized that her right arm was the one she need to stitch. She looked up at Daryl quickly, his eyes were scanning the tree line looking for walkers. His hand still pressed against her cut. Placing her hand on his she wrapped her fingers around his and pulled his hand from her. His eyes moved down to her hand on his.
"How ya going ta stitch that with one hand?" he asked, nodding his head towards the supplies.
Maggie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know I'm just going to wing it." She replied back. Taking the needle into her hand and thread, she bit down on her tongue debating how she was going to do it. The blood flow had finally slowed down enough to the full out gash. She knew she was going to need about eight stitches if not more.
"Give me it" Her eyes moved from the cut to his eyes. She raised a eyebrow at him making his roll his eyes. "Don't give me that fucking look, just give me ta shit." He said grabbing the needle from her hand. He pushed her over to the edge of the seat and sat down in front of her. Examining the wound he bit his lip then grabbed some alcohol he hid in his bike. "This aint going ta be so pleasant." He warned her then poured some on her cut.
"Fuck," Maggie flinched when the liquor hit her gash. Her eyes moved away from him when she felt the pierce of the needle through her skin. Biting down on her lip she closed her eyes while he pulled the string through her skin. "Do you even know what you know what you're doing?" Maggie asked when he pierced her skin again.
"Not at all, that's why I'm practicing on ya" He replied back sarcastically. "Now watch the tree line and keep a eye out." He commanded piercing her skin again.
Ten minutes and two walkers later he was finally done. Maggie looked at the stitches and couldn't help but feel impressed by his work. It was almost as good as her fathers. Pouring some water along her arm he took a rag from the bag and cleaned up the dry blood along her arm. Pulling a bandage from the bag he placed it on her arm before getting to his feet and tossing the trash in a bush.
"How'd you learn to do that?" She asked when he came back over to her. She could tell he put his walls up when she asked the question by how his body tensed.
"Don't worry about it." He replied back, putting the stuff back in the bag. "We got to head out and meet the others." He swung the bag around her shoulder and got back on the bike.
"How are we going to find them? Everyone went in different directions and we don't even"
"They'll be at ta cluster fuck on the highway. We all know the place and Rick would head there." He replied back starting up the bike. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he started up the bike and headed towards the others.
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Daryl watched Maggie use all her strength to run and through herself in her fathers arms. He watched the scene of father and daughter, well daughters reuniting. He was happy Hershel had made it out of there. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he had a respect for the man; He was a tuff son of a bitch.
He looked over to Rick wrapping his arms around Laurie. Rick looked over at him and gave him a nod which Daryl returned. Looking around to see who had made it out he knew why he didn't;t see Shane anywhere; Rick had killed him. It was about time it happened the asshole was asking for it. He was contently fighting Rick's leadership and you could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted Rick gone. It was no secret Shane and Laurie had been fucking around and that Shane was obsessed with her. Rick wasn't stupid he knew what was happening. He knew most likely the kid she was carrying wasn't his.
His eyes moved to Glenn who had just knocked over some shit pilled up on a car. His face turned red with embarrassment when everyone looked over to him. He saw Maggie's eye look over at Glenn and saw happiness in them. He felt a surge of jealously rush through his veins at it.
"Alright everyone" Rick shouted out getting everyone attention. "We got to get out of here. We can't stay in the open like this it's to much of a risk." Daryl sat back down on his bike and watched Rick. "Were going to ditch the truck; we can all fit in the other two cars. Daryl you got your bike so you can fit someone else on the back right?" Rick asked him. Daryl nodded his head in return. "Alright good who's going with Daryl then?" Rick asked the group. Daryl's eyes moved around from person to person to see who was going to volunteer to be his passenger. A smirk feel across his lips when everyone just looked at each other.
"I could go." Carol said stepping away from T-Dog. Daryl felt his body stiffen. It wasn't that he didn't like Carol; he was actually quite found with her. It was because he wanted Maggie to join him. He loved the feeling on her hands pressed against his stomach and the way her nose rubbed against his neck.
"I'll go," Maggie said steeping away from her dad.
"Maggie you should go in the car and let Carol go." Hershel cut in.
"No I'm fine with it plus I could use the air." She replied back, looking over at Daryl and giving him a smile. He could feel Glenn's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head.
"Alright it's settled, everyone get anything you see useful and get in the cars I want to find a place by sun down." Rick said, he swung a arm around Laurie and Carl and walked to a car settling in. His eyes moved from them to the figure approaching him. Maggie smiled at him as she made her way over, that damn bad still wrapped around her shoulder.
He sent a nod her way and pushed up in the seat for her to have room. Her leg swung over the back and her hands slid along his leather bound shoulders to his torso. He felt his body relax when he arms were wrapped around him. "You didn't mind me offering to join your right?" She asked in his ear. Her breath on his ear sending a shiver down his back; in a good way.
"If I had a problem with it I would of said something" He replies back starting up the bike and driving off following the other to only God knows where.
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There was a awkward quiet around the camp they had set up. After the truth of everyone being infected and Shane's death everyone had found it uncomfortable to be where they were. Daryl was problem at the moment the only one on Rick's side. He understood why he kept it a secret for as long as he did and he knew why he killed Shane. He would of done the same thing if he was in Rick's place; and that place was a hard one to be in.
Swinging his box around his shoulder he moved from the fire and walked towards Rick. Rick was leaning against the cement wall his eyes watching the trees for walkers. Stopping at his side Daryl tightened his grip on his box. "I'm going go look around. See if there's any walkers around the area." Daryl told Rick.
"Alright." Rick replied back with a nod.
Daryl took off and begun to walk down the Road. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he had to get out of there. The quiet of the woods relaxed him. The only thing that could be heard was the crackle and pop of the fire. Finding a rock along the road he pulled the bow off his shoulder and sat down laying his bow on his side. He pushed his back from his face and took a deep breath.
His moment of silence ended when the crack of a branch made his jump from the rock. His bow once again in his hands and ready for action. Squinting his eyes he could just make out the outline of a figure heading towards him.
"Don't shoot it's me" Maggie said, making her presence known. Daryl let his bow fall back to the ground as she made her way over to him. The only light he had was from the full moon over their heads. "How you doing?" She asked coming to a stop in front of him.
"Fine, you?" He asked his head gesturing to her arm. Her eyes moved from him to her arm and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Been better." She replied back. Her head moved and looked up to the stars in the sky a smile fell upon her face.
"Shouldn't ya be back at camp with Glenn or something?" Daryl asked breaking the silence. Maggie's eyes move from the sky to him.
"Why would I be with Glenn?" she asked, looking at him confused.
"Aint ta two of ya a thing or some shit?" He asked raising his voice a bit. Her eyes furrowed as she looked at him her arms crossed over her chest.
"I ended things with Glenn, I thought you knew that." She said taking a step towards him. "I know your not the relationship type and I get that. I just want you to know that I'm here or something like that." She said running a hand through her hair.
Daryl just started at her while Maggie awkwardly shifted in her place. She gave him one last smile before turning away to head back to the others. 'What the fuck are you doing? She just told you she wants you and you're letting her leave? Grow some balls and kiss her fucker.'
Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed her hand and turned her around. Maggie's eyes went wide looking at him then Daryl smashed his lips against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. His hands moved to her waist holding her close to him. She opened her mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss, which he fully accepted the invitation. Their mouths moved together in sync and hands holding each other close. A moan fell from Maggie's lips causing Daryl's paints to grow uncomfortably tight.
Finally pulling away their foreheads touched while both taking deep breaths. A smile feel across Maggie's face as she pulled away her arms still wrapped around his neck. Daryl smiled back at her a pinched at her sides causing a yelp to fall from her lips.
"I'm going to head back." She said pulling away from their embrace. "You coming with me?" She asked.
"I'll catch up with ya." He replied back leaning in and placing a small kiss against her lips. She gave him one last smile before heading back to the others. Watching her walk away Daryl couldn't help the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he had never felt before and for some reason this feeling scared him more than the dead.
I have a serious question I'd like to be answered. Do I use to much dialogue? I feel like I do and that it screwing up the story, but I'm not exactly sure. However I hope you guys enjoyed the update and don't forget to inspire me more by leaving a small review. Thank you xoxo