Dear Diary | Daryl Dixon

𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛/𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 - 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁/𝙿𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾 - 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶

With Rick, Shane and Carl staying back at the church, Daryl was leading the rest of us back and obviously turning back every so often to make sure I was still alive. I clearly am still alive or I wouldn't be writing this entry. We were pretty much walking in silence when Glenn approached me.

"Hey, you think we'll find her?" Glenn asked Anita as they walked side by side. Daryl let out a little breath of relief. With Glenn talking and walking with Anita, she wouldn't try to hurt herself.

"I hope so. She's a little girl lost in the woods with muertos crawling about. It's dangerous. The sooner we find her, the better." Anita said.

"Muertos? Cool name for walkers." Glenn said.

"It's just Spanish meaning the dead." Anita shrugged as she stepped over a log.

"Huh, in Korean we call the dead 'jug-eun'." Glenn said. "Probably doesn't stick as much."

"Probably." Anita said with the tiniest genuine smile.

"So, this is it? This is the whole plan?" Carol asked as she sat down on a log, making everyone stop walking.

"I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups." Daryl said.

"Carrying knives and pointy sticks." Andrea said before looking at Lori. "I see you have a gun."

"Why? You want it? Here. Take it." Lori said, holding out the gun. "I'm sick of the looks you're giving me."

Andrea scoffed and took the gun. Lori ended up telling off Carol too, telling her to stop blaming Rick for Sophia going missing and Andrea ended up giving the gun back to Lori.

"We should keep moving." Andrea said and so everyone got up and began walking again. Anita noticed Daryl walking next to her.

"Ya' doin' okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Anita shrugged.

"I've been meaning to tell ya', that day at the CDC when ya' told me about not having been in a relationship and shit like that, it ain't nothing to be embarrassed about." Daryl said, making Anita look at him but he kept his gaze forward.

In that moment, I didn't know whether Daryl genuinely meant what he was saying or if he was chatting bullshit. That was...until I heard the next thing he said.

"I think it's kinda....sweet." He mumbled as he looked down. Anita looked at him with wide eyes, not quite believing she heard Daryl Dixon call something sweet. "Yer saving yourself...all of yer firsts for someone. Someone special. I admire tha'."

"Yeah, right. The world is dead." Anita said. "There's no-one out there for me. I'll never find anyone. I'm gonna die a stupid virgin. I mean, how pathetic is that?"

Daryl looked at her for a few seconds before turning away and eventually, the group stopped when they heard a gunshot in the distance. "That was a gunshot." Lori said.

"We all heard it." Glenn said.

"Why one? Why just one gunshot?" Lori asked and Anita had to admit, it was a little weird. If Rick or Shane came across a muerto, why would they shoot it when they could get rid of it quietly?

"There's nothing we can do about it anyways. Can't run around these woods chasing echoes." Daryl said.

Lori looked a little worried and I understood why. Her son was out there. Sure, he was with two capable adults but in this world, anything could happen. My father and brother were two of the most toughest and most capable men I have ever known and yet they're both dead. Anything could happen in this world. Death is always lurking around the corner. It'll only be a matter of time before it eventually catches up to us.

It was starting to get dark as the group carried on walking so they collectively decided they would head back to the highway and pick up the search the next day.

Anita was trailing along behind everyone, playing with the knife in her hand. She was running the blade lightly across the inside of the tip of her finger but she accidently lost her grip and cut her finger, making her gasp in pain. As everyone else walked forward, Daryl turned around and noticed Anita holding onto her finger that was bleeding.

"Did you try and do something?" Daryl whispered so nobody else would hear.

"No, it was an accident, I swear." Anita said. Daryl looked at her like he didn't believe her. "I can't die by cutting my finger, Daryl."

Daryl sighed and nodded. That made sense. He pulled out a small rag from his pocket before grabbing Anita's hand.

The moment Daryl's hand touched mine, I felt something. I don't know what it was but it was something. I couldn't help but gaze at him as he focussed on wrapping up my finger with his rag. He doesn't have to take care of me like this but.....it means a lot that he wants to. When he finished wrapping my finger, he looked up at me but he was still holding onto my hand. I feel like we were kinda having a moment just looking at each other but honestly, I could've majorly misinterpreted that situation. Before any of us could even process what exactly was going on, we were interrupted by an ear splitting shriek.

"Andrea?" Carol called out and everyone followed the screaming, seeing a muerto on top of Andrea. As everyone was running to help her, a woman on a horse came galloping over and hit the muerto with a baseball bat, knocking it away from Andrea.

"Lori? Lori Grimes?" The woman asked. She had a cute Southern accent and short brown hair.

"Rick sent me. You've gotta come now. There's been an accident. Carl's been shot. He's still alive but you've gotta come now. Rick needs you. Come on." The mystery woman said and Lori looked panicked. Anita was rather shocked, too. Carl was shot? That little boy she was just talking to back at the church? Lori quickly got onto the horse, much to Daryl's disliking. The woman told the group directions to a farm she had come from before Lori left with the mystery woman on the horse. Anita sighed.

It seems everyone was encountering near death except for me. Andrea with that muerto and Carl getting shot. God is really testing my patience.

When everyone got back to the highway, they were met with Dale and told him what happened. Anita went into the RV as the sun was starting to set and sat down, processing everything that happened to her that day. She couldn't take all this. She was going to die tomorrow and nobody was going to stop her, not even Daryl.