When The Camellia Wilts | The Walking Dead Fanfiction

The Type to Have a Pity Party

"It takes time to love someone properly, and in this business, you get very wary of people." 

- Mark Roberts

Aliya's head was tilted to the side as she watched, with cautious eyes, the view from her window. The trees were swaying peacefully as they picked up wind while the walkers all try to chase after them, driven by animalistic instinct and hunger. The only light they had was the moon and the other car's bright headlights. It was eerie and it seemed pathetic that she still hasn't become used to the dark and the monsters that lurked in it. 

Daryl looked at her briefly, checking up on her silently when she noticed and looked back at him as well. Aliya looked at his face, her eyes trailing all over, catching the sadness lining his cheeks and the tiredness in his eyes. She sighed, "Was it just you both after?" she asked gently. The softness of her voice made Daryl's eyes flutter a bit, "Yeah." he replied just as softly. Aliya couldn't imagine how he was feeling right now, but she knows it isn't anything light. 

Hearing about what went down that day made her heated. They were cornered by walkers and when they finally got away, some assholes snatched Beth up. The white cross reminded her of a hospital although she's not sure what the name was. But if they really were from the hospital and just wanted to help others, why would they steal a person off the road? Surely they didn't miss Daryl? He's kinda hard to miss. 

The best choice they had was to follow the car in order to know where they were based in. Running the car through and squeezing information out of the driver wasn't solid. They could refuse to speak and that would be the end of it. No more clues. 

Aliya squinted her eyes and leaned over in order to see the car more clearly, "Daryl, they're heading North, I-85." she leaned back as she looked at him worriedly. She heard that Atlanta was no-go, that it has been overrun with no chance of being cleared. But seeing the determined look in Daryl's face, she eased up a bit. If he wasn't worried, why should she be? 

The car reached to a halt in front of the stop light, making Daryl release an impatient sigh. "The hell is he waiting for?" he grumbled, his hold on the steering wheel tightening. Aliya's forehead creased as she watched the car's lights turn off, spitting out a person in police uniform. Who the hell wears uniform anymore? She pulled out her gun slowly and looked at Daryl when he looked at her, "He's wearing a uniform." she stated. Daryl's brow lifted at her obvious observation. 

She sighed and licked her lips, "He's a part of a system. They have a group." she was sure of it. And the fact that they still wore their uniforms was a little bit worrying. They're still hung up on their old authority and roles. Extremely dangerous. Daryl nodded at her, "We'll see what he does." he reached for her hand and squeezed it gently, trying to calm her down. 

They were both watching the car ahead when a sudden thump in the window made them both jump. "Fucker." Aliya whispered angrily as she stared down the walker. Daryl chuckled and shook his head slightly, amused by her temper. Aliya wanted to roll the window down to stab it in the head but decided against it when the man started moving again. He threw the bicycle against the post before dragging a body towards the side.