Hey! So here is the next chapter!
Just a warning! We are going to start getting into the Daryl/Riley relationship NOW! Be prepared in the next coming chapters!
I'm actually starting to get some ideas and Im ready to update :)
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I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT! I ONLY OWN MY OC RILEY GRIMES :)
(Going to meet Norman Reedus in 5 weeks! I am SO freaking excited! My dream is coming true :') LOL)
Ch. 3 No Guarantees
"You tied my brother to a roof? And you left him there!" Daryl hollered towards the group. After a long night of deciding who should report to Daryl what had happened to Merle, Rick decided he would step up and do so. Obviously, it was not going so well.
"I had time to lock the door, so no walkers could reach him." T-Dog's voice was somewhat apologetic.
"That's gotta count for something, right?" Rick asked. Daryl shrugged it off and turned to walk away. "I'm going to find him." He picked up his crossbow and headed towards the city.
"Im going with you." Rick stepped up.
"No! Dad, please don't leave me. Please not again!" Riley begged and pleaded. She ran up to her dad, tugging on his uniform. Rick turned to her with gloomy eyes.
"Ri, I have to. This is my fault. I have to make it right." Riley just stood, looking down at the ground, trying to get a hold of herself. She refused to be weak. She had to be strong. "Then, Im coming with you." She looked up meeting her fathers eyes.
"No. Riley, Carl needs you here. I need you to look out for him. I will be back." Riley grunted and stalked away.
Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog had left for Atlanta. They had been gone for hours. The time seemed to pass sluggishly. Too slowly for Riley. The sun had set, leaving darkness. Which made the idea of her close friends, and her dad, very unsettling. She was a worrier. No matter how hard she tried, she always cared too much. Caring that much, will just hurt you in this world. Because no one is promised another day. And then what would she do? She couldn't take losing another person that she cared about. She refused to.
She sat in her tent, looking through an old photo album that she had grabbed when Shane had come to the rescue. Looking at the photos, gave her a piece of hope. That one day, everything will go back to the way it had been. She could go to school, Carl could have a normal life…being strong and moving on isn't as easy as some people make it out to be.
A scream echoing through the camp. All sense of safety, had now completely vanished. Riley ran out of her tent with fear deep in her eyes. "Carl! Carl where are you!?" She ran around the camp, finding members of the camp. Then she saw them. Walkers. They had invaded the camp and she saw them going after the people she cared about.
"Amy! Watch out!" But, it was too late. She stopped midway as she saw the walker grab her arm, and her blood cover her neck. She watched the walker rip one of her closest friends apart. She covered her mouth in disgust and ran the other way, looking for Carl.
She turned to her right and saw Carol, with Sophia and Carl at her side. She let out a little sigh of relief. As she headed towards them, she felt someone tug on her hair. She turned around, to see a walker. Its mouth open, and covered in blood. She screamed, and struggled to get free. "No! let me go!"
The arrow shot through its head, coming out beside her. The walker dropped, and she turned to see Daryl standing there. He gave her a small nod, and continued to shoot the other walkers.
The walkers were gone, for now. But they had lost Amy and Ed, who she didn't really care about anyways. And Jim had been bit. Rick had to put him down. Riley finally realized the were never going to be guaranteed safety. They were always going to have to be on edge. Prepared for anything that could happen. Resting wasn't an option anymore.
Riley walked over to find Daryl, who was sitting by his tent, cleaning his crossbow. "Hey…company?" She was very nervous around Daryl, though she did try to not let it show. He nodded, and she took a seat beside him.
"Thank you…for saving me last night."
"Yer welcome. Should get yerself a gun."
"Yeah, but I don't know how to shoot. Dad never taught me." she looked over at Daryl, who seemed very focused in his crossbow. "Will you teach me, Daryl?"
Daryl looked up at Riley, and shrugged. "Ain't see no problem in that." Riley smiled. There was something about Daryl. She knew he was older. Quite older than her, but she didn't care. She wanted him bad. Every inch of her, consumed by him. Why was she so afraid to tell him? Because he was Daryl Dixon? Because he was so much older than her? She would go through it over and over in her head. He was so different from anyone she had ever known. He had a kind of strength she desired. He could look danger in its eye and let an arrow fly through it.
She was determined to have Daryl Dixon. One way or another.