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Part 2

Danny's POV

They don't need a warning about the oncoming dead. They have their weapons out and are facing them before I even have time to blink. I take this chance. If they want to stay and fight they can do it on their own. I hitch my bag higher then take off back the way I came.

I come to another sliding stop behind a dumpster. Flinching when my bag smacks against it. There's three of those things up a head. They're not too close together, if I can just find something to use against them I could probably make it through. I quickly scan over my surroundings, jackpot. An old broken chair lies opposite me.

I glance back just as the two guys race around the corner. I yank on one of the legs and stamp down hard with one foot. I have to hold back a yell as my foot erupts with pain but I give it one last twist and the leg comes off. It's not the greatest weapon but it'll do.

The guys are getting close as I take off once again toward the beings at the end. The first one comes into swinging distance so I swing. It falls back with the force but it isn't enough to finish it but I don't dwell on it. I just jump over it's still grabbing hands where number two and three are now very much interested in me and are shambling closer.

My foot is on fire but the adrenaline from the first hit is now coursing through me so I push through it, doing my best to ignore the throbbing pain.

I move onto my second target; however he's slower than his comrade. He has half an arm missing while the other has been completely ripped off. He's not an immediate problem so I ignore him. I dodge around him and move onto his friend, problem number three. Just as I go to swing my makeshift bat an arrow is suddenly sticking out of its eye.

I don't hang around though, I need to be long gone before the herd behind catches up.

I reach the end of the alley and split right. My heart drops as I practically run head long into another heard, I manage to skid to a stop mere inches from ones back.

I accidentally let out a startled squeak as I'm yanked back by my bag, into a pair of arms that then push me in the other direction. The one named Daryl is now pulling me along by my wrist.

At some point I end up getting in front of them both and end up pulling Daryl behind me.

We're heading down a main street, not even bothering to hide from those things.

"Turn left up ahead, the trucks there". I'm not sure if Merle's talking to me or not but I listen to his instructions anyway. I jump over an upturned trashcan, still pulling Daryl with me, and turn left.

I'm more prepared, this time, for the herd that appears as I round the corner. I skid to another stop and back up until the building hides us. My wrist is freed as Daryl loads up his crossbow.

"What now?" I can barely hear Merle as he whispers fiercely to Daryl.

"Don't fuckin' look at me, you're the one that wanted it fuckin' left there".

They're arguing, seriously! Thankfully Merle doesn't answer because this is not the time nor place to be putting the blame on each other.

Daryl steps away from the wall and shoots a bolt straight through the eye of a dead one which reminds me we're trapped. Round that corner are hundreds of dead people, well it's probably more than that but never the less it's a lot more than I'm comfortable with. And let's not forget the herd that's bringing up our rear.

I glance at the two strangers beside me and other than the few choice words to one another they seem perfectly calm. Which is the complete opposite to me, I feel like I could have a panic attack at any moment.

Only once, since this whole thing started, have I been in a situation this bad and it didn't end well.

There's a crash to my left. Merle has kicked in a door. They disappear inside and without hesitation I follow in after them.

As soon I'm through the door it's slammed shut and Daryl's pushing a desk up against it. If the dead realise we're in here, a simple desk won't stop them getting in, but it should hopefully slow them down enough so we can get a head start.

When I turn away from the door I realise that the two men haven't stopped. They're already weaving their way through the office cubicles that fill the entire floor of this building.

Once again I don't have any hesitation in following them, I know I should seeing as I don't know them and have no idea what kind of people they are, but there's no doubt in my mind that these two know what they're doing. Plus if they can get me out of here then I'm happy to follow.

The desk behind me jolts as the dead push against the door, so with my broken chair leg at the ready I run to catch up with the other two.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13441046/1/Under-the-Dixons-protection

HERE’S AN EXTRACT FROM MY STORY. THE DIXONS FIND A GIRL ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF ATLANTA. FROM THERE FAMILIES FORM. IT STARTS BEFORE SEASON 1 AND THEN GOES ON FROM THERE, HOWEVER WITH A LOT OF PLOT CHANGES. IT DOESN’T COMPLETELY FOLLOW THE SHOW.

Daryl's POV

 The sound of running' feet has the two of us halting in our tracks. On instinct we both raise our weapons in unison but the footsteps are too fast and even to be a walker's however we keep them aimed towards the oncoming trouble.

With how fast he's running it doesn't take long for him to appear.

"Well fuck me". Merle lets out a surprised chuckle as I instantly lower my crossbow.

She skids to a stop, nearly toppling over in the process but she just manages to catch herself. The first thing I notice, kind of hard to not to, is the lack of shoes. I then roam up skinny bare legs and onto the filthy and ripped yellow dress. Moving up I notice her hands are raised slightly in surrender. The wind is forcing her black hair over her face, not giving us a view of her at all.

Nobody moves. Not until I swing my crossbow onto my back to try and show her that I currently have no intentions of using it. With a quick glance at Merle I notice he's also shouldering his rifle. Together we raise our hands to show we mean no harm but not sure what good it'll do we definitely aren't the nicest looking fuckers around, or the cleanest.

Beside me Merle takes a step toward her but she counters it with one back, her head whipping back to look in the direction she's just come from. She's weighing up her escape route.

"Hey squirt, it's alrigh'. We don't mean no harm, we're just tryin' to get back to our truck." At first I'm convinced she's not going to listen to him but then after a tense few seconds she finally reacts. Her fingers curl into loose fists before she lets them smack against her sides. She gives us a slight nod.

Merle smirks at her, pretty pleased with himself. He tests her by taking another step forward which she allows to happen this time. "My names Merle and this", he gestures at me, "Is Darylina" I scoff, that bastard.

She pulls her hair away from her face allowing us a perfect view of her. I blink a little in surprise as her brown eyes land on me.

I shake my head, "The names Daryl". She opens her mouth, I take a step forward ready for her to talk but before she can utter a word the unmistakable groans of the dead can be heard.

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Go and read my Walking dead fanfiction up on Fanfic website. It’s a Daryl and OC story. Her name is Danny. She’s normal. She’s not too badass but she’s also not some weak little princess. Merle and Danny have a brother sister relationship full of banter. But When it comes down to it the three of them will do anything for each other. There’s already 78 chapters posted and a lot of people seem to love it so why not give it a try.