After Daryl left the prison to find Merle, I went after him, even though he told me not to i case it was dangerous. When I arrived at the abandoned buildings our previous civilisation meeting was in, I saw Daryl on the ground, his crossbow by his side and his brother in front of him. He was crying because he was dead. He was a walker and I saw Daryl's arrow through his head. Daryl had to kill Merle. I walked over and was going to give him some form of comfort but Daryl span round and pulled me down, probably thinking I was a walker. He pulled his knife out and held it up ready to stab.
"Its me! It me!" I spoke softly and urgently.
Then he realised.
"I'm sorry," He managed to get through his tears.
He sat on the ground and dropped his knife.
I sat up and I wrapped my arms round him and Daryl hid his face in my chest. I held him and I let him pour out all the emotion he needed to.
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Daryl Dixon One Shots
FanfictionWith these one shots some are finished but some are random like story starters. Either way I hope you enjoy :)