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Between Your Wings - Chapter 6: Plans to CDC

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Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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The night was long and dreadful as you didn't get any sleep, none at all. No one could.

You couldn't stop thinking about Amy and the other campers who died.

The men didn't waste time and started to clean up the walker bodies in complete silence as the sun came up into a new day, and you and Jacqui decided to help them, despite Lori had asked you to rest after checking your bruise under your eye.

Carol wanted to check on her husband, but you and Lori didn't let her leave, so you volunteered to check on him, but you found him dead in the tent, almost completely eaten. You told Daryl and he dragged the body to the side with the rest of the bodies.

And now, you were taking your knife and stabbing their heads, one after another to make sure they were all really dead before you all pushed them towards the giant pile the men had made. Not long after you started, Daryl appeared beside you and only silently followed your lead with a pickaxe held tightly in his hands, swinging it down aggressively on the skulls.

He didn't say a word to you as you both worked side by side, but nodded towards you the second he caught your eye in greeting to be polite. You heard a conversation that was happening close by to where you were working, quickly caught your attention as you looked up.

"She's just been sitting there all night," Lori said, looking towards Andrea who was still holding Amy close to her, numb to the world around her as nothing else seemed to matter.

"Did she get any sleep?" Shane asked.

"Would you?" Rick replied, his worry only increasing the longer he stared at her, "I'll go talk to her."

You followed him with your eyes as he slowly approached her with the intention to not only try and talk to her but try to break the news that you would need to move Amy soon. She still hadn't turned, but it was only a matter of time before she did, and the others were worried that she would attack Andrea the first chance she got. But your opinion was to just let her be for now, needing to mourn the death that had hit her so hard.

It was far from anyone else's business.

But the moment she heard Rick walking closer from behind her, she didn't hesitate to pull out her gun and aim it right at his head before he could take another step. You tensed a little when you watched how escalated the interaction became, and the look in her eyes made you question if she was actually going to do it.

"I know how safety works," she said.

Rick simply raised his hands in surrender, not saying a word as he backed off slowly. She then hesitantly lowered the weapon and turned around back to her sister, instant tears streaming down her face once more.

You just watched her, and you felt your eyes sting slightly, but you quickly pulled yourself together. "Ya alright?" a voice said from beside you.

You turned to see Daryl and nodded slightly, "Yeah." You looked back in front of you as you kneeled down to stab another body in the head.

"You can go to the RV, be with the kids," he said quietly and looked at the body next to you, "Rest for now."

You shook your head as you got up, "I want to help."

He studied you for another moment or two, nodding slightly before he turned back to the bodies. You turned to Ed's corpse and also Daryl. He was about to hit the axe into the skull, but you tapped on his arm when you saw Carol walking closer.

"Let me do it," Carol pleaded, in a voice barely above a whisper.

Your expression soften and you opened your mouth to decline her, she didn't have to do this, she shouldn't have to do this.

She saw you were about to protest, and she shook her head, "Please, he's my husband."

You glanced at Daryl who seemed to be hesitating but then he held the pickaxe toward her. She took it and he stepped back beside you.

You watched as she hesitated for a moment, holding the weapon over her shoulder as she looked down at him sadly, before swinging down harshly with a loud crack. For a moment you thought she would stop there, but that first swing only woke something inside of her as she began hitting him over and over again, more anger and rage coming out of her with each slam of the blade. It surprised you, but it didn't at the same time. This was the man who beat her constantly, who made her feel worthless and weak for God only knows how long, leaving her building everything up inside.

She eventually came to a stop as his head was completely smashed in, her breathing heavy as she contained herself again and kept her remaining composure. She turned back towards you with a barely noticeable smile, handing the weapon back to Daryl as she muttered a small 'thank you' before walking back off to find her daughter.

Once she was nearly out of sight, you looked at Daryl with concern. He shrugged one shoulder as he looked down at the bodies.

Jacqui's loud yell cut through the air and brought everyone's attention to her as she screamed, "A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!"

You froze upon hearing that, and none of you hesitated as you all ran over to the man who was now holding a shovel to protect himself from everyone. His eyes were filled with fear as everyone began to slowly crowd around him at an exaggerating pace, sweat beating down on his pale skin from the scorching hot sun and the nerves of you all finding out his secret.

"Show it to us," Daryl demanded with a pointed finger.

But Jim didn't budge, still holding onto the shovel and swinging it around to try and get you all away from him. "Jim, Jim, it's okay," you said and took a step toward him, "We just want to see it. We won't do anything to you."

"I'm okay," he insisted. That's when T-Dog quickly snuck up behind him and held his arms back, so the shovel fell out of his grasp with a clatter. You quickly reached forward and lifted his shirt to see a bite mark on his side.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay," he kept repeating, almost convincing himself more than anyone else as you all saw the bloody mark left on his body.

You dropped his shirt and stepped back with T. You stared at the bitten man in sadness as he kept repeating the words.

Jacqui didn't waste any more time as she ushered him away from the group, letting him sit down behind the RV to let him get out of the sun for a while, while getting him a drink. Everyone else just seemed to form around in a small circle away from him, talking about his fate and how there wasn't a lot of time left to discuss this to begin with.

"I say we put a pickaxe in his head and the dead girl's and be done with it," Daryl stated as he slung the heavy weapon over his shoulder.

"No," you said, causing everyone to turn their attention to you. You shook your head, "We can't."

"He's gonna die anyway," Daryl said.

"I don't care," you said and looked at each person, "We can't. There's a line, and we can't cross it."

"So what?" Daryl asked, "You wanna wait until your buddy dies and comes back to eat you?"

"She's right," Rick said, taking your side.

Shane was taking your side as well when he responded to Daryl, "Would you want us to do that if it was you? Kill you immediately if you get bitten?"

"Yeah," Daryl answered, "And I'd thank ya while ya did it."

"It's Jim's choice," you said softly.

"What about the CDC?" Rick asked suddenly, "I heard that they were working on a cure."

Shane scoffed, "Yeah I heard that too, I heard a lot of things before the world went to hell."

"What if the CDC is still up and running?" Rick asked.

"Man, that is a stretch right there." Shane said.

"Well think about, it I think it's our best shot, shelter, protection, food--"

"Okay, Rick, you want those things, all right?" Shane asked. "I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning."

"That's 100 miles in the opposite direction," Lori said.

"Yeah, but it's away from the hot spot," Shane replied.

Rick sighed, "Look, the CDC might be Jim's only chance."

You caught sight of Daryl slowly turning to stare at Jim, seeing the idea form in his mind. He made eye contact with you once he felt your stare and you lightly shook your head telling him no, to not start something he couldn't finish.

He just rolled his eyes before slowly stalking backwards toward Jim, pickaxe raised. "Man, someone just needs to take care of the damn problem!" he yelled before rushing over to put an end to this.

"Daryl, don't!" Shane snapped as you ran past him to put yourself in front of Jim without even thinking, while Rick raced to catch up and held his gun to the back of Daryl's head.

When Daryl saw you stepped in front of him his grip on the pickaxe faltered, but only for a split second as he clearly didn't expect you to put yourself in such a situation.

"We don't kill the living," Rick snapped lowly.

Daryl's eyes narrowed as he slowly looked back towards him, the gun now placed between his eyes, "S' funny... coming from a man who just put a gun ta my head," he replied snarkily.

Shane stepped over, "We may disagree on some things, not on this. You put it down. Go on."

Daryl put the pickaxe down and stormed off towards the woods to have another little tantrum by himself. Rick looked over at you as he placed his weapon back and nodded in appreciation for stepping in, before moving over to take Jim into the RV to rest until you will figure out what you were going to do.

As you saw the two made it inside safely, you started dragging the bodies still scattered around in the piles you had made until Glenn and T came over and offered to help you.

Today was a depressing day that just seemed endless, constantly being reminded of what you all lost in just minutes with every glance you took around this place. It was a hot mess, everything bloody and disgusting from the horror scene. But it only seemed to get worse as everyone around the area heard a single loud gunshot ring out amongst the silence, looking back quickly to see Andrea sobbing all over again. Amy's now dead and lifeless body laid in her arms, and for you it became almost too much to handle as her cries were only growing louder.

You glanced around and then turned and headed off into the woods. As you did, you spotted Daryl looking around with his crossbow, probably making sure there were no more walkers nearby.

He glanced over at you and then away as you approached him. "Hey," you said softly.

"Should be in camp," he said, his eyes searching around.

"I came to check up on you."

Daryl's head turned to you, clearly taken back. "Why?" he asked and turned back to look around.

You shrugged lightly as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I don' know, maybe 'cause you're my friend?" He quickly looked back at you. "At least I think of you as one." There was a moment of silent before you spoke again softly, "I'm sorry. About Merle."

He glanced at you and then looked away, nodding in respond. You let out a soft sigh and glanced down, "I am, you know?"

"Thanks," you heard him muttering and you glanced at him. "He's out there, somewhere."

You hesitated for a moment before you spoke softly, "Are you... are you gonna go look for him?"

He seemed to be in deep thought, thinking over your question before he finally gave a small shrug. "Don' know..."

"I, uh--" you started but you didn't know what to say exactly. Forget about your stoner brother and stay with us? Yeah, like that would be a good conversation, you thought sarcastically. "You should, you know, stay with us..."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you're my friend, and I want you to stay," you admitted, "I--I feel better knowing you around." Feel better knowing you around? Making it a bit obvious you into him, I think, you thought.

He stared at you for a moment before he looked back toward the camp over your shoulder before away, "Come on, let's go back to camp."

He turned and walked toward you, brushing his arm against yours as he walked past you. You swallowed and let out a soft sigh before turning around and following him to the entrance.

You looked toward Dale as he approached you. Despite everything that had been going on at this moment he smiled a small smile to you and stood in front of you. "What you said, about not crossing a line of killing Jim..." he trailed off and nodded in approval, "That's what keeps us human."

You smiled a small sad smile, "We can't forget who we are just because the world ended, right?"

Dale nodded, smiling lightly, "That's right."

****

A few hours had passed, and darkness now covered the sky.

You had buried and burned all the remaining bodies and finally came to the decision that all of you would make the trip to the CDC in order to try and help Jim. Deep down, you thought it was a lost cause, but you didn't say it.

As everyone were sitting around the fire, you were a stone away from the rest and just sketching on your new sketch book Glenn found for you. Your eyes lifted up and down as to not miss a single detail, getting everyone perfectly in their image as they quietly talked, getting more tired by the second.

You felt a person leaning over and glanced over to see Carl. He smiled as he stared down at your sketch and you smiled at him. "You like?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

You gave him another smile and turned back to your sketch. You glanced back up again to get some finishing touches when your eyes landed on Daryl who was sitting quietly to himself, the furthest away from everyone else on a tree stump.

You glanced back at your sketch and flipped to an empty page. You glanced at Carl and saw the boy sitting next to you and gave a couple of pets to Max's. You glanced back at Daryl and studied him. He didn't look miserable but yet slightly uncomfortable sitting around the fire with everyone.

You looked down at the page and started to sketch him. You felt another person on your left side leaning over and you quickly glanced to see Glenn looking over at your sketch. His eyes moved to your face as he leaned back, and he raised his eyebrows with a small teasing smile.

You felt your cheeks heating up and you gave him a look as you closed your sketch book. He caught to what the look meant, and he placed a finger on his lips, promising not to say anything.

You let out a silent breath and glanced toward Daryl before looking down at your dog, giving him a couple of pets on the head.

****

This morning was chaotic to say the least as you all got ready in the early in the morning to head off towards the CDC like Rick had planned. Everything felt rushed as the group packed up everything from the camp, placing it all into small little bags as you all gathered around for one last moment before diving straight into the unknown.

It was nerve racking.

You could sense immediately that everyone was uneasy about this decision, now more than ever knowing that you all were actually going through with it. Since you first woke up this morning there had been nothing but tension and anxiety filling the air, though nothing seemed to change. In fact, you all only seemed to need to get there faster with how fast Jim seemed to be slipping away.

"Everybody listen up," Shane started, "Those of you with CBs, we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don't have a CB, can't get a signal or anything at all, you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?"

Morales stepped up next as he looked to all of you with saddened eyes, "We're, uh, we're not going."

You all looked to him and his family that was gathered behind him, unsure if they knew what they were doing. "Are you sure?" Rick asked.

He nodded as his wife spoke, "We have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people."

"We're sure. I gotta do what's right for my family."

You watched as Lori hugged Miranda, and the children were saying their goodbyes. You glanced toward Daryl, who was leaning against his pickup truck, his brother's motorcycle was in the back. You stepped toward him and leaned against the truck, speaking quietly, "So... are you coming with us?"

He shrugged, "Guess I am. Better in a group than alone." You smiled a little and nodded.

Everyone then began moving towards their vehicles, and you glanced around before looking back at Daryl, "Mind if I ride with you?"

"Guess the dog with too if you will, huh?" he said, and you smiled as you raised an eyebrow. He scoffed, "Get in."

You picked up Max and opened the passenger door. You placed Max in the front and got in as Daryl got into the driver seat. You placed your bag by your feet as Daryl started the truck. You began to drive to the CDC as soon as the RV began to move.

You glanced out the window, leaning your elbow against it, staring at the entirety of the forest passing by as you all slowly made your way down the little mountain.

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I’d be this zombie if I ever saw Norman in real life lol 🥵🤤🫠🥵🤤🫠

#the walking dead #norman reedus #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #twd daryl

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girlllll rick & daryl needa be endgamee

😁😍

They are THE endgame since se 2 lol

#the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd rick #twd daryl #rick grimes x daryl dixon

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Between Your Wings - Chapter 5: Camp Horror

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Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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You felt movements around you and you slowly opened your eyes but you couldn't see anything.

Then it clicked in you.

You were kidnapped!

You were grabbed and pulled out from the car and you immediately started to move as you heard people talking Spanish. You were placed down on something, and you just realized your hands were tied up, and the rag was pulled out of your head.

You blinked at the lights and a few seconds later, you looked over and saw a young man walking closer to you and the two men that kidnapped you. The man looked at you with a frown and then to the men, "¿dónde está la bolsa?" (Where's the bag?)

"Ella lo tenía y lo tiró a un lado. No habíamos tenido tiempo de agarrarlo." (She had it and threw it aside. We hadn't had time to grab it.)

The leader looked at you and pointed, "¿Tiró mi bolso?" (She threw my bag?)

"No era tuyo," (it wasn't yours) you spoke, surprising the men. "It belongs to someone else."

"You?" he asked in English, but you didn't answer. He stepped closer and you tensed as he studied your face. He tilted your head slightly up and frowned. "Where did you get the bruise under the eye?"

You didn't answer, but you heard one of the men speaking softly, "Fue un accidente," (it was an accident).

The leader looked at him with a scolding look, before he looked down at you with a sigh. "What do we do with her for now?" a man asked as he approached.

The leader looked from him to you for a moment before answering, "Keep her tied up. Her friends will come for her."

You got pulled up to your feet and you were led to the couch that was at the side of the room. "Keep on eye on her," the leader said before walking away. You were pushed to the couch and one of the two men scolded the one who pushed you. The man walked away and the other stayed and sat on the chair near the couch.

****

You didn't know how long you were waiting, but it didn't been that long when you saw the leader whispering something to two of his men and then walked away. The two men turned to you and walked to you.

They put duct tape on your mouth and a rag over your head before pulling you to your feet and pulling you off to somewhere.

Are they going to kill me because Rick and the others didn't show up? you thought.

You heard a steel door opening and you felt the cold air on your bare arms. After a few seconds you were pulled to a stop and then the rag was pulled off of you. You blinked as you realized quickly you were outside on a rooftop, you looked down to see you were hold on the edge.

You saw Rick and Daryl facing the leader and a few of his men, holding the boy you saw earlier when you got the bag, hostage.

"I see two options," the leader spoke, and Daryl and Rick glared back at him, "You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood."

Not bothering to discuss things further, the leader and his men headed back into the building, closing the door behind them.

You were pulled away from the rooftop and into the building. The duct tape was pulled off of your mouth slowly after you sat back on the couch. You sat there for a few minutes in silent until one of the men who kidnapped you walked closer with a glass of water and an ice pack.

You tensed when he placed the ice pack in the couch and then reached behind you and released your hands. You looked up at him as he held out the glass. "Take it, and drink," he said. You hesitantly took the glass and you looked at him in confusion. "It's just water."

You hesitantly took it to your lips and drank the cold water. He sat on the chair in front of the couch and reached over to the ice pack. He sighed before speaking, "Sorry about it. It's not so bad." He held the ice to you, and you hesitantly took it.

You put it under the eye where he pointed you the bruise was. "The name's Jorge, want to tell me what yours?" he asked. You didn't answer for a long moment, until you did, in a soft tone, "Audrey. It's Audrey."

"Audrey... it's a pretty name," he said, nodding to himself. He grabbed the glass and stood up with a soft sigh. You glanced after him and watched him walking away. You leaned back on the couch and pulled your knees to your chest, holding the ice pack on the bruise under your eye while gripping into your mother's necklace around your neck.

You glanced back forward when you saw two of the men stepped forward and kept an eye on you, and you looked away.

It was silent for a couple of minutes before you heard someone calling out from farther of the room. You looked to where you heard the voices but couldn't see who was talking but you heard it was a female voice.

"Felipe, Ve a cuidar de tu abuela. Tengo esto." (Go take care of your grandmother. I got this.) One of the guards told the other one that kidnapped you. He nodded and turned, walking away.

You frowned lightly as you watched him leave and looked at the guard, speaking in Spanish, "¿Tiene gente mayor aquí?" (You have elderly people here?)

The guard didn't reply to you and just glared down at you. You looked away, annoyed by the lack of respond. You looked back over quickly when you heard Felipe speaking to the elderly woman, who you were surprised, approached in the room.

"Abuela, lárgate, por favor," (Grandma, please leave.) the guard said. You glanced around the room when a couple of the men around walked closer, agitated.

"Who is that?" the lady asked and smiled kindly down at you, "You are very pretty. What is your name?"

You hesitated, glancing between the two men beside her before looking back at the lady, "Audrey."

"What a pretty name," she said, smiling. Her smile disappeared and she frowned lightly, "What happened to your eye?"

"Accident," you said softly.

"Well, let's take a look at that, yes?" the lady asked and held her hand to you, "Come."

"Abuela..." (Grandma...) Felipe trailed off.

"Come, come," the lady said, and you hesitantly took her hand and got up to your feet.

You tried not to make eye contact with any of the men as the lady led you out the area. You knew they or only some were following you, and you tried to ignore them. The lady led you out and through a neat garden, and through the doors to another building. It was a hospice center, or a retirement home of some sort.

There were doctor's offices and hospital beds, everything occupied by elderly people.

"I, uh, I don't understand," you said softly as you frowned. That group of gangsters... taking care of them? you thought.

"What is it, hija?" (Daughter) the lady asked and led you to a gym. "Sit, sit." You sat on one of the chairs and glanced to the side next to you at an elderly man in a wheelchair who gave you a polite smile.

"Hey," you said softly.

"This is Audrey," the lady introduced you to the few elderly people that around the table. "Are you hungry, hija?" (Daughter)

You slowly shook your head, "No. Gracias." (thank you)

"Isn't she pretty?" the lady asked, and you felt your cheeks heating up slightly.

You looked up and saw the leader walking in. He glanced at one of the men and nodded toward you. The man shrugged and nodded toward the lady. "You've been taking care of them?" you asked when the leader approached you.

"Yeah," the leader answered after a moment. A middle-aged woman walked closer and inspected your bruise under your eye. "A lot of the staff just took off after the outbreak started around here. So, we took it upon ourselves to look after the elderly."

You slowly nodded and moved your eyes to the woman. "It will fade away in a couple of days. Don't worry."

"Thanks," you said softly, and the woman stepped away.

You looked up when you heard voices calling out. "Stay here with her," the leader told one of the men, nodding toward you, and he walked away with half of the men.

You stared toward the doorway in silent for a long moment until you heard coughing and wheezing. You quickly looked over to the man on the wheelchair next to you and frowned in concern, "Are you alright?"

"Mr. Gilbert, your inhaler, where is it?" the lady you befriended asked him. The man, Mr. Gilbert shook his head, not knowing.

"Crap," you muttered and stood up. You bend behind him and search in his small bag, ignoring the man the leader put him to watch over you. "Where is your inhaler, sir?"

"Check his room, please," the lady asked one of the men that were left here.

No one could find the inhaler, so the lady walked out of the area quickly. You stepped aside as people gathered around the man.

Finally, the lady came back but she brought back Felipe and the others. Felipe handed Mr. Gilbert an inhaler, guiding him through his breathing.

"What the hell is this?" You looked up and realized Rick, Daryl and T-Dog were brought in.

"An asthma attack," you answered, making the trio look at you. "He couldn't get his breath all of a sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs!" T-Dog said to you, frowning in disbelief. He seemed he was very concern of your fate.

You turned around when you heard a small bark, and realized there were three Chihuahua's sitting nicely on a dog bed. You looked back at the men and Rick stepped closer. He held your chin and moved your head a side to look at the bruise. "Who did that?"

"It was an accident," you quickly said, "Everything's fine."

Rick released your chin and turned to the leader, glaring hard, "Could I have a word with you?"

The leader nodded and the two of them stepped aside. You looked between Daryl and T-Dog and approached them. "You sure you're okay?" T asked.

"Yeah," you answered and rubbed the back of your head, "You know, considering been kidnapped and all."

You looked over at the leader and Rick, and the latter turned to you three and nodded to follow. You all walked to a small office. "What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked, putting the gun bag on the armchair.

"The Vatos trickled in to check on their parents, their grandparents," the leader said, "They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind... plunderers, the kind that take by force."

Rick shook his head, "That's not who we are."

"How was I to know?" the leader asked, "My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage... appearances."

"Guess the world's changed," T said softly.

The leader shook his head, "No. It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So, we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So, we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day, and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

Rick glanced down at his feet before quickly back at the leader, "Because they can." He handed the rifle he was holding to the leader, who took it.

Rick grabbed bag and placed it on the table before beginning to divide the guns. He gave the group about half of them before the four of you left, heading back to your van.

As you neared the van, you looked at Rick, smirking lightly, "Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat."

"Don't tell anybody."

You let out a chuckle and grabbed the hat from his head before placing it on top of yours, and he smiled lightly. "You've given away half our guns and ammo," Daryl started.

"Not nearly half."

"For what?" Daryl asked, "Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long do you think they got?"

"How long do any of us?" you asked.

You slowed to a stop as you looked ahead, noticing the van was no longer where you'd left it.

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl asked.

"We left it right here!" you said, "Who would take it?!"

"Merle," Rick said in an angry tone.

Daryl shook his head, "He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp."

****

The four of you rushed back to camp on foot, finally nearing the top of the quarry at nighttime. The lack of tire tracks on the ground was a good sign, but for all you knew, Merle could've parked down the hill and walked the rest of the way.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots filled the air. You all exchanged looks before beginning to run the rest of the way. As you arrived at camp, to your horror, walkers were scattered everywhere as people screamed in terror. You noticed the bodies of some of your people, torn apart by the dead.

You, Rick, Daryl and T-dog started to shoot the walkers around. You felt a hand grab your shoulder, letting out a scream as you pulled yourself away. Just as the walker was about to bite your arm, a crossbow bolt flew through its head. You looked around, Daryl rushing towards you.

"Come here!" he shouted, leading you towards one of the cars.

He helped you climb up before running off again. You now had the high ground, shooting as many of the walkers as you could before your bullets ran out.

Finally, things grew silent as you took in the sight around you. There was so much blood, more than you'd seen before.

"Dad!" Carl screamed, placing Max down on the ground.

"Carl!" Rick called back, running and pulling his family into his arms.

You slid down off the car, rushing over to the group. Max barked and you lifted him up into your arms.

"Amy!" You heard Andrea call, grabbing your attention.

Amy laid on the ground, bleeding from her neck and arm while Andrea held her close. You could hear her struggling to breathe before finally, she fell silent.

Andrea began to sob, repeating her sister's name over and over again. You couldn't do anything but stare in complete shock and sadness.

Jim took off his hat, shaking his head, "This was the dream I had last night. I remember it now."

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Moonlight Beta: Chapter 7 - Not Okay

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Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Scott had taken Lia to his house to take a shower and change out of her clothes. After refreshing up, she put on Scott's comfy clothes and waited for him downstairs on the couch, to shower and change out of his clothes as well.

It didn't take long for him to walk down the stairs, but Lia frowned when she saw him carrying two motorcycle helmets, "Kira found Brett." He handed her the red helmet as she got up, "They're fine, but we gotta go."

"More assassins?" Lia asked.

"Maybe a lot more," Scott answered.

"Different than the ones who just tried to set us one fire?" Lia asked.

"I think so, yeah," Scott answered, reaching to the door. He paused and turned to see Lia wasn't following.

Lia avoided his gaze and looked down at the red helmet. Scott walked toward her, knowing why she was hesitating, "How about I take you home? I know it's too much right now, I understand."

"I'm not like you," Lia said softly.

"Not yet," Scott told her.

"I don't mean I'm not strong or I'm never gonna learn how to be in control," Lia told him, "I mean, everything else. You and your friends try to protect everyone. Have you been doing this the whole time? I mean, how are you all still alive?"

Scott's face fell, and his gentle expression became sad. "Not all of us are," he said softly.

Lia noticed his expression and she suddenly felt a shame for causing it. She opened her mouth to apologize, but then stopped when Scott spoke, "Let me at least take you home."

Lia hesitated but after a few seconds later, she nodded lightly. Part of her was relief she wasn't forced to go after what happened tonight, but another part of her was feeling guilt and shame for not going to help him and the others.

She felt it all through the drive back home, and Scott could sense it. When he parked in front of her house, they both took off their helmets. Scott took Lia's when she got off from behind him.

"Hey," he said, and she looked at him. "It's okay. You can catch a break tonight after what happened. I don't blame you. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

Lia smiled a small sad smile and nodded, "Yeah, alright."

Scott gave her a small smile and put his helmet back on. Lia watched as he drove away, and after a moment she turned and walked into her house.

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The day after, in the evening, Mason came over to Lia's house to play video games in her room, something that eased Lia's anxiety. After the whole Berserker thing, she was still afraid of being alone.

It didn't help that her dad was working late at the hospital and her mom was being forced to work an all-nighter to solve a high-profile case. She didn't want to be all alone. Although, she was grateful that the assassins and Deadpool were over now that the McCall pack ended that.

Mason was baffled when Lia, once again, won the video game that she previously wasn't good at, "When did you get so good? Have you been practicing? Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?"

"I've been practicing a lot," she muttered the lie, slightly ashamed that she had to do so to Mason about everything.

"And I should be studying," Mason said, putting the control down and started to pack a few things, causing Lia to panic. "Where are you going?" she asked.

Mason looked over at his best friend in confusion, "Home? We've got a history test tomorrow, Li."

"Just one more game," she asked.

Mason grew concerned with his best friend's behavior, knowing that it had some greater meaning than just wanting to play a video game. After all, she should be extremely bored with it after beating Mason over and over again. "I have to go home. Lia, is everything alright?"

Lia nodded, smiling a small fake smile as realistically as she could force herself to, "I'm fine, see you at school." Mason hesitated, nodding before leaving.

After a while, Lia got into her bed to try and sleep, her paranoia was skyrocketing because nobody else was home and it had already started to rain outside. Lia went to turn off her light but paused.

Her eyes traveled around the room before reluctantly turning off the light. Her anxiety was skyrocketing and she started breathing heavily.

When Lia heard footsteps that she knew wasn't there, the girl shuttered knowing that she was hallucinating the berserkers again.

Lia childishly pulled her blanket over her head, "You're not there. This isn't real!" She peaked over, only to come face-to-face with a berserker. Lia muffled her scream, turning on her light instantly only to find that she was alone.

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Both Lia and Mason were in the weight room again. "That's a lot of weight," Mason commented. Lia sat on the bench, "Gotta get ready for the big game tomorrow."

Mason looked at her, unsure of what was going on inside her head and how he would be able to help her.

"You need a spot?" he offered hesitantly, not wanting to upset his friend even more. The girl shook her head, about to bench.

"What are you doing?" she asked as Mason walked over to her side. "I'm spotting you," Mason replied, just as stubborn as his best friend.

"I don't need one, Mas," she argued. She didn't want to feel weak, she wanted to feel strong, wanted to feel powerful. She hated being weak and she hated the fear she had of the berserkers.

"Are you kidding me?" Mason asked with a frown, "This is like 300 pounds. You're gonna kill yourself."

Lia tried to ignore him, starting to lift the weight which shocked Mason. "Does it look like I need help?"

Mason shook his head, leaving the room. Lia didn't know that Mason was going to get Scott. Although he didn't understand the connection she had with the junior, it seemed like he was the only one these days that could get through to his best friend. He knew that Scott could find out what was wrong with Lia, so he went to go get him.

Meanwhile, Lia's stomach bubbled with guilt for being rude to her best friend. She just felt so alone because she couldn't tell her parents or Mason the truth, that she wasn't human anymore.

Lia started lifting once more. As she was doing so, however, the memories of the berserkers plagued her mind and would not leave her in peace. She didn't notice that she stopped lifting until the bar got dangerously close to her chest making her start to panic.

Luckily, Mason finally arrived back with Scott who ran past the freshman boy to get to his struggling beta. He lifted it off of her with ease, with Mason standing in the back in shock.

Scott put it back on the resting place, helping Lia sit up as the girl coughed. "Lia--" Mason said as he took a step forward.

Scott crouched to her level, looking at her sadly. "I'm fine," she said softly, knowing Scott could tell she was lying even without the werewolf hearing.

"If you don't want to be with us, that's okay," her Alpha whispered, "But don't push your friends away too." Lia looked at Mason and then glanced at Scott, nodding slightly, but then she saw the berserker in the reflection of the mirror, making her breath hitch.

After school, Lia went straight to her bedroom to sulk. She was so upset with herself on how she treated her best friend, she didn't think Mason would ever want to be her friend after everything she put him through.

Mason, however, had been let into her house by Lia's mom, and he made his way to her room and didn't bother to knock before entering her room.

Mason frowned when he saw how sad Lia looked, and he stood in front of her, "I know something's going on, Li. I know you don't want to talk about it. But you're still my best friend. And uh..."

Mason sat next to Lia on her bed, "Considering the fact that the last good friend I made turned out to be a professional killer, I'm thinking that I don't have too many options for new ones. So, when you're ready to talk, talk. As long as you aren't hurting yourself again or anything, I can wait. Until then, I know I can kick your ass on at least one of these games."

Both best friends smiled brightly, and Lia couldn't help but hug the boy that seemed to forgive her no matter what. "You're the best, you know that, right?" she asked softly.

Mason hugged her back, "Yeah, I know." Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

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It had been not too long after Lia and Mason reconnected again when Scott and Kira didn't show up for school. Worried about her Alpha and pack-mate, Lia went to the boys locker room to talk with Stiles.

Lia was especially worried seeing as they were once again playing against her former school that night at the lacrosse game. She needed her Alpha there in case she loses control.

"Everything's fine," Stiles assured her, "I got a text from him this morning he said he might be a little late."

However, the girl was getting more and more anxious every minute that Scott wasn't there, "How late? When? We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game, not a scrimmage. I--I can't do this without him. He can't be late."

Coach heard the last part and made his way over, not even questioning why Lia was in the boys locker room, "Who's late?"

The two turned around to face their coach. Stiles gestured to Lia to tell him. "Scott and Kira," she answered. "They might be slightly late," Stiles lied smoothly or at least attempted to.

"Slight late is still late. What are they doing?"

Lia didn't know how to answer Coach because she honestly didn't know what they were doing on their date. "They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late," Stiles spoke in his usual 'I'm going to avoid the question' answer.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing the first game?" Coach asked.

Lia knew that she needed to get Coach out of there before Stiles gives him more answers that don't make sense and eventually anger him.

"They're having sex," she said bluntly. Stiles gasped at her, and she rolled her eyes, "What? Someone had to say it!"

"You know they are not together, right?" Stiles whispered, and Lia shrugged. "Look, if it got Coach off our backs, I'll say it again," she said as she nodded toward Coach who was now walking away.

Stiles shrugged, "Okay, then."

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It was time for the match and both Scott and Kira still weren't around, it was just Stiles and Lia now. Both sat on the bench in their uniforms while Lia kept looking around for her Alpha, but only found Malia and Noah walking to the benches.

"They're still not here," she said.

Stiles looked over at the beta and noticed she was fidgeting. The teen sighed, wishing his best friend was there to be the alpha instead of letting him try and calm the beta down.

"Okay, what's really going on?" he asked, "Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours." Lia's eyes traveled up towards the moon, and he noticed, "Lia, you're going to be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone."

Lia looked back at Stiles, "You're not worried?"

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned," Stiles said, and she nodded. "Mildly" Stiles took out his phone and began to text Scott once more.

"We're gonna lose without them," Lia said.

"No, we're not," Stiles said, "We can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good, really good."

The corners of his lips turned upwards when he got the beta to laugh, happy that he was able to get her in a better mood.

But what happened was that he indeed still sucked at playing. He was knocked down easily by another human from the opposing team. Lia walked over from the bench to her pack member, raising an eyebrow before helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna try calling Scott again."

"Yeah, you do that."

They were losing the game, big time. After a little while, Lia took the spot next to Stiles on the bench. "Neither of them are answering," he said, "I gotta go see what's going on.

Lia's eyes grew wide as she watched him packing his things up quickly, "You're leaving? What are you going to tell the coach?"

The two looked over at Coach who seemed to be throwing a tantrum. "Uh... you don't tell him anything," Stiles said, "Okay? Lia, you're going to be okay. All right?" Lia gave a small nod, and he petted her on the back before leaving, but he took his father with him while Malia stayed.

Lia was hallucinating that the berserkers were on the field, which made her miss the shot. As they kept playing, she got more and more distracted. Eventually, Brett purposefully knocked her over.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Lia snapped quietly. She thought since Brett was also a werewolf he wouldn't try and anger her, but here he was doing the exact same thing.

"Because you're extremely afraid, I can smell it on you from across the field," he said, "Are you hurt?" Lia shook her head. "Are you alive?"

Lia then rolled her eyes, "Obviously."

"Then get up."

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After the game, Lia went straight to the girl's locker room since she knew nobody would actually come in since she was the only girl on either team (minus Kira who wasn't there).

The girl was annoyed with herself for losing the game and she sat on the bench, thinking.

She wasn't expecting anyone to come in, let alone for it to be Brett Talbot. "You okay?" the born werewolf asked.

Lia glanced at him and quickly away. "We lost, big time," she spoke, clearly not interested in talking to her ex-friend.

"But you're okay, right?"

Lia scoffed and looked at him, "Why'd do you that? Why did you even help me? You hate me."

Brett looked sympathetic for the new wolf. He knew how hard it was to deal with all this power. But unlike him, she wasn't born with her powers, she literally just got them.

"Because Scott saved me. He saved all of us. Do you know how lucky you are?"

Lia was still confused, and Brett smirked slightly.

"Scott's a true Alpha. That means he didn't get his power because he was born with it. He didn't get it by stealing it or killing someone. He earned it. You're not strong just because you can lift a lot of weight now. You're strong because you endure, because what you've been through. Satomi calls it strength of character. You're lucky to have him."

Brett took one last look at Lia, checking her chemosignals to make sure she had calmed down, before leaving.

"Then where is he?" she whispered to herself. "Why isn't he here?"

"What happened to you out there?"

Lia looked over her shoulder and saw Malia walking in.

Lia shook her head, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Malia hesitated, nodding, "Okay. Do you want me to go?"

Lia let out a breath and shook her head, "No. Last thing I want is to be alone right now, actually."

Malia walked closer and sat next to her. There was a moment of silent, and Lia glanced over at the older girl, giving her a small smile, thanking her for just staying in the room in the silent.

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Between Your Wings - Chapter 4: Taken

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Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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You stood there, still in shock over the scene in front of you. The thought of being so afraid for your life that you cut off your hand was almost too much to bear. A part of you felt horrible for Merle, despite how awful he had been since you met him. Most of all, you felt horrible for Daryl.

Daryl lifted his crossbow, letting out a huff as he aimed it at T-Dog's head. "Daryl, don't!" you said. Luckily, Rick was quick to react, lifting his own gun to Daryl's head.

"I won't hesitate," Rick spoke, "I don't care if every walker in the city hears it."

Daryl eyed Rick for a moment, and finally, he lowered his crossbow. He looked back at Merle's hand before turning to T-Dog once more. He was trying to stay calm, and you could hear it in his tone, "You got a do-rag or something?"

T-Dog nodded, slowly reaching into his pocket. He then handed it to Daryl, keeping his eyes on the crossbow. Daryl walked over to Merle's hand, picking it up by the thumb and wrapping it up, "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch."

You had to look away for a second and looked back. Daryl walked over to you, and you froze. He walked behind you and you heard him unzipping your backpack, and you looked up in disgust. A second later you heard him zipping up your backpack after he put his brother's hand inside.

"Thanks for the lovely gift," you muttered sarcastically, "I always wanted a hand."

Daryl ignored your joke and stepped around you to grab his crossbow. "He must've used a tourniquet... maybe his belt. There'd be much more blood if he didn't."

You walked to the pool of blood and as you looked at the drops you realized there were a few more, like a trail, and you slowly followed before turning to the men, "Hey, there's a trail of blood here. He couldn't have gotten too far like that."

Daryl walked closer to you as he looked at the trail. He nodded and started to follow the trail. You looked back at the others before following him.

T-Dog quickly grabbed the bag of tools you left previously, and they followed you and Daryl. You all walked into another part of the building and looked down from the staircase.

"Merle?" Daryl asked. "You in here?"

As you entered an office, a walker stepped out from behind the counter. Daryl wasted no time shooting it in the head, signaling for the rest of you to keep following him. Two walkers, already put down, laid on the floor.

"He had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches," Daryl said quietly, "One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is," Rick said as the four of you slowly walked through the building.

"Merle!" Daryl yelled.

Rick shook his head, "We're not alone here. Remember?"

"Screw that," Daryl said, "He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself."

You pushed open a set of doors, revealing a kitchen. The stove was lit up, a flame coming from one of the burners. A belt sat on the counter beside it, and Rick picked up an iron, inspecting it closely.

"What's the burned stuff?" you asked, frowning.

"Skin," Rick responded, "He cauterized the stump."

"Told you he was tough," Daryl commented, "Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."

"Don't take that on faith," Rick said, "He's lost a lot of blood."

"Yeah?" Daryl asked, pointing to a shattered window, "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap."

"He left the building?" you asked, "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Daryl asked, "He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving."

"You call that surviving?" T-Dog asked, "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?"

Daryl glared at him, "No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks." He looked at Rick, "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."

"What about hundreds of them?" you asked sarcastically as you gave him a look when he turned to you, "You think he can take on all of them?"

"He just needs to stay hidden," Daryl said, "Look, you guys do what you want. I'm gonna go get him."

Daryl went to leave, but Rick placed his hand on his chest, "Daryl, just wait."

"Get your hands off of me! You can't stop me."

"I don't blame you," Rick said, "He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel."

You nodded, taking a deep breath, "He couldn't have gotten far with that injury." The men looked at you and you continued, "We can search a few blocks around the building, but we have to work together and keep a leveled head."

Rick nodded in agreement and looked at Daryl. Daryl stared at you for a moment before nodding, "I can do that."

"Only if we get those guns first," T-Dog said, "I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?"

You nodded slightly, "Yeah. If we're gonna get them, we need a plan. And I think I got it."

"Where you going?" Rick asked as you heard them following you. You walked behind the front desk and searched through the drawers until you found a dry erase marker. You grabbed it and a few items and walked around the desk. You placed the items on the floor and sat down.

You drew the area where the gun bag was and when you finished, you placed two erasers, "The tank. And this is the bag. I'll go get it. Alone--"

"Wow, hold on," Rick said.

"That's a pretty stupid idea," Daryl said.

"If I'm alone, I can move fast," you said. "If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention." You pointed at one of the erasers, "Look, that's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns." You grabbed a paper clip, placing it on one of the streets, looking at the men, "Here's the alley, that's where Daryl and I will go."

"Why me?" Daryl asked with a frown.

"Your crossbow is quieter than Rick's gun," you answered, and he slowly nodded. "While Daryl will wait in the alley, I run up the street and grab the bag."

"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asked you.

You pointed down the street, "You and T, you'll be in this alley here."

Rick frowned, "Two blocks away? Why?"

"I may not be able to come back the same way," you explained, "Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. After that, we all meet back here."

You looked at Rick, who slowly nodded. "Well, it looks like we have a plan."

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You and Daryl made your way down the ladder and into the alleyway. Daryl loaded his crossbow, peeking out from behind a dumpster, "You got some balls, kid," he told you.

"Thanks," you muttered, and opened the gate quietly. You ran down the alleyway and into the street, ducking behind one of the cars. You looked around at the very few Walkers who were roaming the streets, but they haven't seen you yet. You looked toward the bag and saw Rick's hat next to it.

You quietly and quickly moved up and rushed to the bag and hat. You grabbed them both and glanced around, pausing when you saw the Walkers turning to you and slowly approaching. You quickly turned and ran toward Daryl.

"Ayúdame!"

You quickly ran to Daryl but when you ran in, you stopped in shock when you saw two young men hitting him.

One of the men stopped beating them and pointed at you, "That's it. That's the bag, Vato. Take it! Take it!"

You turned around, and rushed to ran out of the alley but the other man grabbed you and pushed you to the ground, making you groan in pain when you fell on your arm. The other man tried to grab the bag, but you didn't let go.

You heard one of the men's screaming in pain and you were then grabbed with the bag. You threw the bag to the side as they pulled you out of the gate. "Let me go!" you screamed as you struggled to get out of their grip.

A car pulled in and the men pulled you inside as you screamed, "Get off me! Daryl! Daryl!"

The car started to drive you and the men away, but you caught a glimpse of Daryl getting up already and running to the gate, but it was too late.

"Get off me!" you shouted as you hit one of the men in the face with your feet. They spoke Spanish in a hurry and a rag was thrown on your head, cutting off your vision.

You felt a punch to your side of the head, and you fell unconscious.

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