The redneck has feelings? (daryl dixon love story)

Chapter 94

Daryls pov

i ran faster down the tombs when I heard laughter coming from one of the rooms. My mind was not in the right place as I kept trying to shake images of Merle's death out of my mind. Why the hell would he have taken that bullet for me? What promise was he talking about? I stopped outside of the room and leaned against the wall to be able to listen closer.

"where's that redneck of yours?" The voice laughed followed by what sounded like a kick and someone whimpered.

i peaked my head around and instantly froze. Tom was standing over a walker. Wait walkers don't cry? I leaned in closer and my heart shattered. That wasn't a walker. That was kayla. She was very badly beaten and was in tears as she looked up at Tom with pleading eyes. My heart started to race, no way was he getting away with this. He brought his foot back to kick her another time and I sprang into the room. I grabbed Tom by his throat and threw him on the ground. I started pounding his face in and I had no intentions on stopping. That's when Merle's face replaced toms. I quickly stopped and shook my head.i must be seeing things. I looked over and saw kayla on the floor with a puddle of her blood surrounding her. Once I was sure he was down I ran to check on her, but the same thing happened. Her face replaced with Merle's. I have never felt so weak and vulnerable. I hesitated, but started to bend down to see if she was ok. That's when an arm grabbed me by my neck and threw me down to the ground and got ontop of me. I looked to see my attacker was Tom. I thought I knocked the prick unconscious. I tried as hard as I could to fight back, but his face kept being replaced by Merle's and I just let him continue. I couldn't fight. Merle was dead because of me and that's all I could see. I was giving up. If my wife was dead and my brother was dead, I couldn't make it.

kaylas pov

My world was spinning, I could barely move. I just wish he'd kill me already and not prolong the pain. Finally the beating stopped when Tom stopped. I remained looking at the ground, I don't know what he was doing but at this moment I didn't care. I could barely move any part of my body without pain. I heard a struggle and gained enough strength to move my head and see what's going on. My vision was very blurry and spotty but when it came to my eyes widened. It was daryl. Wait. Why wasn't he fighting back? Daryl do something! I couldn't take watching this so I quickly grabbed my knife out of my boot without Tom noticing. I looked back and saw him getting off of daryl. I quickly hid my knife and lay on the ground like I was before. I looked up one last time and saw Tom grab a delusional daryl and get him on his knees. Daryl was about as badly beaten as I was. I felt tears in my eyes but I quickly looked back down to the floor when I heard Tom say to daryl,

"I want you to watch this."

I heard his footsteps get near me and my heart started pounding. My hair was then yanked by Tom as he pulled me to my feet. Every inch of my body screamed as he slammed me up against the wall pinning me. He smirked back at daryl who was glaring at him, breathing heavy, barely being able to remain conscious. He turned back to me and said,

"I'm gonna enjoy this"

his arms started to lower on my body as I quickly grabbed my knife and plunged it into his gut. His eyes widened in both shock and pain as he grabbed ahold of my hand that had the knife inside of him. He started falling to the ground and I went with him, keeping the knife in place. His eyes wide the whole way as he started shaking and fighting for air. I starred into his eyes as I watched the life finally leave his body. When I was sure he was dead, I took the knife out and stabbed it in his head so he wouldn't come back. I quickly ran to daryl who was still just sitting there on his knees, breathing heavily. I looked into his eyes. They were fighting back tears and were looking into mine, but not really there. He didn't say anything. It was like he wasn't there.

"Daryl?" I whispered with tears in my eyes.

nothin.

"daryl?" My voice cracked.

i put my hands on both sides of his face, rubbing gently, "daryl please"

finally it it was like he returns and he looked back at me and kissed me forcefully. We both thought each other were dead so this kiss meant everything. Daryl pulled away and I studied his face. Something must have happened. He held onto me tightly and placed his head on my chest as he began crying. I placed my chin on his head as I held onto him. Something bad had to happen for daryl to be like this.he was completely broken. He was shaking when I heard him whisper,

"Merle's dead"