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Between Your Wings - Chapter 1: Supply Run

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Chapter 2

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

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Twenty-nine days.

Twenty-nine days since the world ended, and the dead came.

Twenty-seven days since you have lost your adoptive parents, Elliot and Olivia, in Atlanta.

Twenty-seven days since you've met two brothers, Merle and Daryl Dixon.

Twenty-five days since the three of you met other survivors and made together a camp outside the city.

Twenty-nine days since the world went to shit.

"Hey, find anything?"

You looked over to your friend, Glenn as he tugged on his backpack over his shoulder while walking toward you.

"Just a couple of comic books for Carl, and a couple of water bottles," you answered as you put the books in your backpack.

Since you made a camp outside the city, you volunteered to do supply rans for the group to grab some stuff from inside the city, and your new friend that you made at the first day at camp was Glenn, he volunteered to go with you.

So, the both of you would go to the city a lot, but this time you brought a few people along which you thought wasn't the best idea.

So, you all agreed that you and Glenn would look inside a few stores while the others would wait on top of the office building. While you were away from the camp, the kids in the camp, especially Carl, Lori's son, were watching over your puppy Max, an Australian Shepherd dog which you received from your father on your 21's birthday a month before the outbreak.

"What about you?" you asked, walking to the exit with Glenn. "Found something?"

"Just a couple of cans, oh, and got you this." You looked over and saw him digging into his backpack. He pulled out a sketch book, and you smiled as he held it out to show you. "Got you three more, and a couple of pencils and markers."

"You're the best," you complimented.

Glenn grinned as he put the sketch book back into his backpack, "I try," he said as he zipped his backpack.

Bang!

You both paused immediately when you heard gun shots. You glanced at Glenn and quickly stepped out. Glenn closed the door after you and you both ran to the staircase that leaded to an alley.

You peered over and saw a young man dropping from his horse and shooting around at walkers. "What's he doing?" you hissed.

Glenn didn't answer and you didn't expect an answer, both of you watched the man crawling under the tank. "What is he doing?" Glenn asked now.

"Dumbass," you muttered as you peered down and around nervously as walkers crawled around the now dead horse and the tank.

"Look, look," Glenn said as he tapped on your shoulder. You quickly looked back at the tank and saw the guy opening the hatch and shoot a walker near him before closing the hatch again. "What do we do?"

"We got to help him," you said. You unzipped your backpack and pulled out your CB Walkie. "We can't just leave him like that."

"Can you connect it to the radio in the tank?" Glenn asked as you zipped the backpack and stood up, playing with the walkie.

"Let's find out," you muttered yet you were confident you could. A few seconds of silent and you got statics. "Guess my nerdy skills still handy, huh?"

"You didn't hear me complaining of your awesome skills yet, right?" he said, and you felt your cheeks heating up by the compliment.

You cleared your throat before speaking into the Walkie, "Hey, you. Dumbass. Hey, you in the tank. Are you cozy in there?" There was no answer, so you tried again, "Hey. Are you alive in there?"

"Hello? Hello?"

You glanced at Glenn and spoke in relief, "Good, you had me wondering for a second, thought you were dead."

"No, I'm still alive. Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you," you answered as you moved around Glenn and stepped to the side, "You're surrounded by Walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?"

You glanced at Glenn and then away, "...No."

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

You frowned as you looked at the walkers, "You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."

"Got any advice for me?"

You looked at the area as you answered, "Yeah, I'd say make a run for it."

The man in the radio paused before speaking again, "That's it? 'Make a run for it'?"

You rolled your eyes and spoke, "My way's not as dumb as it sounds, you've got eyes on the outside here. There's one Geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"

"So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. You got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

You shook your head lightly, "Forget the bag, it's not an option. What do you have on you?"

"Hang on," he said and there was a moment of silent. "I've got a Beretta with one clip, 15 rounds."

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, 50 yards. I'll meet you there."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"No time for the introduction," you said, "Move, you're running out of time."

The radio cut off and you looked at Glenn, "Okay, go back to the others, I'll be right there."

"What? Wait, I'm gonna go with you."

"Glenn, no time. Go! I'll be fine."

You turned and jumped off the stairs. You ran around the corner as you heard more gun shoots. You reached to the alley and ran to the end.

The guy you saw ran around the corner, shooting walkers around before pointing at you. You quickly held up your hands, "Don't, not dead!"

He lowered his gun, and you nodded back to where you came from, "Come on! Come on!" You both ran into the alley as the guy continued to shoot walkers. "Stop shooting, you are getting their attention!" You called.

You climbed up the ladder and he followed. You reached to the top and looked at the guy when he got up. You looked down under the ladder and saw the Walkers gathered around it, trying to reach for the both of you.

You let out a breath and looked at the guy, "Nice moves there, sheriff. You the new one who come riding in to clean up the town?"

"It wasn't my intention," he said.

"Yeah, whatever," you said and pointed at him, "You're still a dumbass."

The guy held his hand out, "Rick. Thanks."

You glanced at his hand and shook it, "Audrey. You're welcome. But don't do that shit again. Just saying."

Rick let out a soft chuckle and nodded, "I'll remember that."

You peered down on the ladder before up at the roof. "Well..." You looked at Rick, "The bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us." You shrugged and climbed up the ladder and he followed you.

"Did you barricaded the alley?" he asked, his tone in his voice was impression as the two of you ran to the building.

"Can't take the credit, somebody did," you said, "I guess when the city got overrun. Whoever did it was thinking not many Geeks would get through."

You opened the hatch as he asked, "Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?"

"Call it foolish, naïve hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me," you said and threw your backpack before you looked at him and shrugged, "Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." You climbed down the ladder, and he followed and closed the hatch.

You grabbed your backpack and pulled it on your shoulders before you both ran to the back door of the clothing store as you spoke into the CB walkie, "Guys, I'm back with a guess and there are two walkers in front." You paused and held your arm out to Rick to stop as you looked at the two Walkers near the door. They turned and slowly walked toward you.

But then, the door opened, and Morales and T-Dog, came out with protective gear and baseball bats, beating the two Walkers in the heads. "Let's go!" you told Rick and ran to the door with him following behind.

"Morales, let's go!"

T-Dog and Morales ran into the building and closed the door. You turned to see everyone except for Merle there. You looked at Glenn in relief before at Andrea when the older woman pushed Rick to the wall and aimed her gun on him, "You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you."

"Just chill out, Andrea," Morales told her, "Back off."

"Come on, ease up," T-Dog told her.

"Ease up?" Andrea repeated, "You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole."

"Andrea, hey, stop!" you said and moved between them. The gun was aimed to your chest instead of Rick's. "Enough. Or pull the trigger."

Andrea let out a shaky breath as she lowered her gun immediately after you said it. She glared over your shoulder at Rick and shook her head, "We're dead. All of us. Because of you."

"I don't understand," Rick said.

Morales walked up to Rick and leaded him away with you following, "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies."

"You're okay?" Glenn asked you quietly as you followed behind.

You nodded and gave the older boy a small smile, "Yeah. I'm okay."

"You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving. You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

You all stopped at the window doors, and you saw the walkers were trying to get into the store, growling. "Every Geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds," T-Dog told Rick.

"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea told him.

"Get the picture now?" Morales asked.

A few of the walkers were attempting to smash through the double set of doors to get to you all, and you stepped back.

"Oh God."

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Morales asked.

"Trying to flag the helicopter," Rick answered.

"Helicopter?" T-Dog repeated. "Man, that's crap. There ain't no damn helicopter."

"I saw it," Rick said.

Morales turned to you, "Hey, Audrey, try that CB. Can you contact the others?"

"Others?" Rick asked as you held up your CB walkie. "The refugee Center?"

"Yeah, the refugee center," Glenn told him sarcastically. "They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us."

You shook your head, "Got no signal. I'll try again on the roof."

There was a gunshot from above you on the roof and you looked up in annoyance while everyone else was freaking out. "Oh no," Andrea said, "Is that Dixon?"

"What is that maniac doing?" Morales asked.

"I'm going to kill Merle," you said in annoyance as you ran to the door, and the rest followed you. You got quickly to the roof to Merle and saw him shooting at walkers. "Merle! Cut it out!"

Merle stopped and turned to you as Morales shouted at him, "Hey, Dixon, are you fucking crazy?!"

Merle chuckled, "Huh? Hey! You ought to be more polite to a man with a gun!" He jumped off the edge of the roof, walking toward you. "Huh? Ah! Only common sense."

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got, man," T-Dog told him, standing in front of him. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey, bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day," Merle said, pointing at Morales. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day?'" T-Dog repeated. "You got something you want to tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it," Morales told him.

"No," T-Dog told him.

Rick stood beside you and looked at them in confusion. He turned to you, and you shook your head to not get involved in it.

"All right? It ain't worth it. Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle asked.

"Yeah," T-Dog told him.

"I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo', it's the day I take orders from a nigger," Merle told him.

"Mother--" T-Dog started, throwing a punch at Merle, but Merle grabbed T-Dog's arm, and hit him with the rifle.

T-Dog fell to the floor as you called out, "Merle! Stop!" You shouted with Andrea but Merle punched Rick and Morales when they tried to get him off of T-Dog.

Merle kicked T-Dog in the sides a few times, punching him in the face, pulling out a gun, pointing it in his face. "No, no, no, please," Andrea told him. "Please."

Merle spit on T-Dog's shirt, rubbing it, "Yeah! All right!" He stood up, moving away. You, Glenn, Morales and Andrea moved to T-Dog's side, and you helped him to sit up. "We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge." Merle pointed the gun at all of you. "I vote me." He held up a hand. "Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on." You all slowly held up your hands. "Let's see 'em. Oh, come on. All in favor? Yeah. That's good. Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else? Hmm? Anybody?"

You saw Rick approaching him from behind, "Yeah."

Merle turned around, and Rick hit Merle over the head with the rifle, making him fell to the ground. Rick handcuffed Merle to a pipe as he yelled at him, "Who the hell are you, man?!"

"Officer friendly," Rick told him, grabbing Merle's gun, "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man," Merle told him.

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point," Rick told him.

"Yeah?" Merle asked, "Well, screw you twice."

Rick pointed the gun at Merle, using his words from earlier against him, "Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."

"You wouldn't," Merle told him, "You're a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family," Rick told him, "Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick went through Merle's pockets, pulling out something, "Got some on your nose there."

Rick stood, walking away.

"What are you gonna do?" Merle asked. "Arrest me?" He chuckled. Rick walked to the edge, throwing what he found in Merle's pocket. "Hey! Dude, what are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey!" Rick walked to the other side and Morales slowly followed him. "If I get loose, you'd better pray--Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?!"

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