Angel Dixon is accustomed to being alone - her mother is dead and her father, Daryl Dixon, left before she was born. After being kidnapped, she does the unthinkable and begins to fall for her captor on their journey to Alexandria. She could never im...
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Note: And finally, the chapter I know everyone's been waiting for!! :D
I ran as fast as I could towards the cemetery in the corner of town. After a few minutes, I arrived at my destination. Panting, I stopped to catch my breath before glancing down at the fresh graves lining the wall.
My eyes scanned them before landing on a cross bearing the name simply "Owen". I walked over to it and let out a sigh. My knees hit the grass then beside the grave and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Oh, Owen...why did you leave me?" I asked, letting out a small sob, "I still need you..."
Tears trekked down my skin then and I tasted the bitter saltiness on my lips. I sniffed and emitted a shuddering breath.
"But I love you enough to let you go..." I said softly, wiping the tears away with my thumbs.
Slowly, I reached out my hand and touched the carved letters on the wooden cross before picking myself up off the ground. As I stood up, I shoved my hands in my pockets. Something crinkled underneath my fingers and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I didn't remember putting anything there. Gingerly, I pulled it out of my pocket and held it up the sunlight. As it met the light of day, I realized with a sinking feeling exactly what it was: the picture I'd taken of Owen the day we arrived here.
Before...before he died. I ran my fingers over the picture, tracing his face. In it, he was smiling and his long dark hair was pushed back. Sighing, I pressed it to my chest for a moment before returning it to my jeans pocket. He wouldn't want me to live in the past, that's not who he was. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoing on the road caught my attention.
Snapping my head in the direction of the sound, I saw Rick walking back towards the house. Oh, why not? I thought to myself as I shoved my hands in my pockets making my angel wing key-chain jangle. I had nothing better to do anyway. I might as well find out what he was doing.
Trekking after him, I crossed the street and skipped up the steps to the house. I didn't bother knocking since I was technically staying here for now. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind. And by "they", I meant Michonne because I really didn't care what the others thought. She'd been the only one nice to me anyhow. Well, Rick had been...cordial.
But the others didn't seem too welcoming towards me. Probably because of the Wolf thing. They still saw me as a threat to the community. When I walked in, I saw Rick talking to a man I'd never seen before. His hair was brown and hung in strands around his face. He wore the clothing of a biker - dark ripped jeans, combat boots, and a vest over an old black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
But what stuck out to me the most was the angel wings sewed on the back of his vest. That's very odd...but something about it seems so familiar somehow... As I walked in, I stepped on a floorboard and it creaked making Rick turn to look in my direction. He smiled when he saw me and waved me over.
"Good, you're here. Angel, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine that was away when you...arrived here the other day..." he said, picking his words carefully at the mention of my "arrival".
Suddenly, the man turned his head and I got a good look at him for the first time. His eyes were bright blue, a stark contrast to his dark hair. I almost gasped as the realization dawned on me and my mother's words came back to me:
"You were named after your father's angel wings..."
