Kill First, Feel Last [Daryl Dixon]

"You fucking asshole!" I yelled at Daryl as I was hit in my left leg crippling me, I howled out in pain as the sky cracked with lighting followed by thunder, it started to down pour.

"I'm so sorry." He said sincerely taking off in front of me.

Stupid mistake!

I used my other hand taking out my gun shooting him in the leg.

He yelled out in pain stumbling a but but still kept walking.

A car pulled up behind me shining its bright headlights on me the siren rang in my ears.

Anger course through me.

"Drop your weapon!" A male shouted.

My mind went blank as I spun around firing at the first person I saw. They dropped to the ground.

I was fired on by another person. I was shot three times by the time I hit the ground.

The rain falling on my cheeks felt good as I slowly closed my eyes welcoming the darkness.

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"Dixon brothers, huh?" I glanced at my father's partner Leo, as we walked down a dark ally outside of Atlanta.

I reposition my gun on my back that's tucked away in the waistband of my jeans.

"Yep." He spoke popping the p.

I had a gut feeling something bad is going to happen, I've noticed for a few weeks everyone in the gang has been so secretive towards me.

"Well, well right on time." A redneck said popping out of the shadows with another guy beside him with a crossbow. I eyed the crossbow guy his blue eyes staring back at me I was tempted to take out my gun just to show I was packing too.

The guy beside him looked at me an cocked a grin, "Hello there, aren't ye a little cuite."

"Yeah I'm a real peach." I smirked as I sustain an eye roll I couldn't break eye contact with blue eyes.

"Jaks perimeter walk." Leo ordered as I glared at him breaking eye contact with blue eyes.

I grunted as I walked away looking around making sure no one was around.

I heard them talking but my main attention was everywhere else.

"Hey." A sturdy redneck voice spoke behind me. I turned surprised I didn't even hear him come up behind me. Did I let my guard down? No I never do.

He walked up beside me.

"Hello." I said as it started sprinkling.

I took a sideways glance at him and notice sadness in his eyes for some reason I wanted to ask what's wrong but I don't care.

"My brother told me not to tell yer my name." He stated.

"Your brother is smart after all. You never give a name." I said as voices died down.

I turn starting to walk back to them.

"Daryl. My name is Daryl."

I turn my head to him giving him a small smile, "Jacquelynn."

I continue walking back and saw both guys take off suddenly. I heard a cop car siren in the distance the sound was coming closer to where we are. I was about to take off but I got hit with something in my right arm I look at it seeing a arrow.

"You fucking asshole!" I yelled at Daryl as I was hit in my left leg crippling me, I howled out in pain as the sky cracked with lighting followed by thunder, it started to down pour.

"I'm so sorry." He said sincerely taking off in front of me.

Stupid mistake!

I used my other hand taking out my gun shooting him in the leg.

He yelled out in pain stumbling a but but still kept walking.

A car pulled up behind me shining its bright headlights on me the siren rang in my ears.

Anger course through me.

"Drop your weapon!" A male shouted.

My mind went blank as I spun around firing at the first person I saw. They dropped to the ground.

I was fired on by another person. I was shot three times by the time I hit the ground.

The rain falling on my cheeks felt good as I slowly closed my eyes welcoming the darkness. 

~~~

I grumbled some incoherent words as I stirred awake. I quickly looked around all the machines I'm hooked up to were dead. I looked down at myself, I'm wearing a hospital gown.

Holy fuck I survived? Dear God all the shit storms through my life I shouldn't survive; I survive a multiple gun shot plus two arrows.

I started shaking my head looking up at the clock curious of the time it's stopped at 2:16. I looked at it confused as I looked over at the bed beside me. The guy laying on the bed is looking at the dead flowers on the table beside him he tries getting up but falls out of bed onto the floor. 

"Nurse, help. Nurse. Help!" He calls for a nurse. I look at the door waiting for it to open but it never does.

I start pulling off cords that were attached to me from the machines. I went to move my left hand but I couldn't. I looked at it seeing that I'm handcuffed to the bed.

I looked back at the guy who's now leaning on the bed for support staring at me.

I watch him recognize me slowly.

"You..shot..me." He stated his voice raspy as he gave me a cold stare.

I was at lost for words I've never been faced with the aftermath of the people I kill to kill, in this case try to kill.

Kill first, feel last is my thing.

He started shaking his head slowly making his way to the door.

"Please..don't leave me...." I plea my voice just as raspy as his.

I instantly regret it; I've never begged for my life why should I start now?

He glanced at me debating on what to do. He backed up looking at me.

"How are you of use to me?" He asked his voice strong.

"I'm Jacquelynn Williams daughter of Cherokee Williams leader of The Kings gang. I know very many things." I said my voice growing strong as well.

He looked at me shocked, "W-what? Do you remember what happened?"

I rubbed my head with my free hand, "I was meeting up with the Dixon brothers for a drop off. I got shot by an arrow." I left out Leo as I grit my teeth.

When I find that damn redneck I'll kill him!

"Anyways," I started shaking my head of the thousands of ways I'm going to kill Daryl Dixon, "You guys showed up...How did you know where we were?"

"We got a tip." He said walking over to his bed to the nightstand with dead flowers on it, "I'm Sheriff Rick Grimes, its nice to meet you Jacquelynn." He came back to me with a key unlocking the cuffs.

A tip? Everything we do is seal tight! I wonder who snitch.

I rubbed my sore wrist, "How did you know where the keys were?"

He grabbed the cuffs, "I remember Shane putting them in there."

I nodded as I slowly got out of bed, "You can call me Jaks." I spoke stumbling a bit to the bathroom.

"Take it easy we haven't eaten in days." Rick remarked.

"Maybe I should sue the hospital." I chuckled to myself as I closed the bathroom door.

I looked at the mirror disgusted by what I saw my naturally straight raven black hair frizzy and knotted. My face sunken in and my natural tan skin dull.

I turned on the faucet the cold water felt good for my dry throat and chapped lips.

I turned off the faucet leaving the bathroom.

"We should go." Rick said handcuffing my good wrist to his wrist.

I glared at him, "The hell are you doing!?"

"You're a criminal and you shot me." He stated matter of factually.

Not having the strength to fight him I obeyed.

We left the room lights flicker in the hallways, there are several overturned beds and papers laying everywhere.

We glanced at each other.

"What a mess." I mumbled as we walked further down the hallway to a desk. Rick goes straight to the phone forgetting I'm still cuffed to him I stumble, "Hey now!" I glared as he ignored me picking up the phone.

"No dial tone." He gulped.

Rick shook his head dropping the phone we continue walking. I look at the bullet holes and blood stains on the wall not paying attention I walk right into Rick.

"Dude." I hiss as he pointed to the door in front of us in horror.

The door has the words 'Don't open, Dead inside' on it.

I stood beside Rick as he spoke, "W-what do you think is in there?"

"Apparently the dead." I sarcastically answered as I caught him rolling his eyes.

I walked to the door something on the other side tries to push it open but the lock and board that was placed on it prevents it from opening.

A pale and dirty hand comes out in between the door grabbing my gown. I use my quick reflects grabbing the hand with my free hand and snapping it like a twig.

The hand dangled but the attacker kept hitting the door wanting me.

"What the fuck!?"

No screams of pain, nothing.

Rick started walking away forcing me to go with him we ran in sync with each other due to the handcuffs. He opened a door that led us outside.

I covered my mouth at the sight before me; I've seen dead bodies before but nothing that was before us. The parking lot was filled with hundreds of bodies wrapped up in body bags with flies buzzing around them.

Rick glanced at me, "You going to be okay?"

"I can ask you the same thing."

I heard him swallow hard, "Hopefully."

We left the hospital arriving at Rick's house.

He starts to take off and I keep up with him with ease.

"Lori! Lori! Carl! Carl! Lori! Carl!" He called out for his family.

There was no sign of them anywhere.

Rick sighs clearly upset as he un cuffed us, "Go see if you can find some clothes to change into."

Nodding I went into their bedroom finding an outfit with some cowboy boots.

I walk into the kitchen noticing Rick has changed clothes too.

As we step outside Rick was suddenly hit in the face by a shovel.

"Rick!" I called out as he fell into me backwards.

A kid holding a shovel stares at us.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The kid calls for his dad stepping away from us.

"Carl...Carl?" Rick calls out to the kid.

The kid's dad runs over to us shooting a person in the process.

"Have you been bitten? I see bandages on your arm, what kind of wounds do you have? You answer me, damn you!" He yelled pointing a gun at me.

"Its an arrow wound but we both have gun shot wounds." I spoke calmly he wouldn't be the first person to put a gun to my head.

Rick passes out in my arms, the man looks at both of us debating on what to do.

"C'mon then."

 

 

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