The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] Lost and Found Part Two

PROMPT:
You, Daryl, Glenn, Rosita and Michonne have been taken by the saviours. Daryl, the father of your newborn son Beau, has been shot.

[Part 2 of Lost and Found, continuance from A Dixon Baby and No Way Out]

Everything seemed to go black for a moment. Everything went red - and then black. And black it stayed until you blinked.

Daryl fell down beside you and you spun around, blinking rapidly to get rid of the blood on the surface of your eye. Dwight had shot Daryl- and now the bastard was standing right behind you. You stood up instantly, instinct surging through you. You didn't know exactly what you would do - only that you were mad and you were going to do something. Before you could hit him or do anything for that matter, two men took you by the arms, hoisting you back. Rosita let out a scream and explicits as more men took hold of her.

"YOU BASTARD!" You shouted, thrashing around. Your eyes were too scared to look down at Daryl - but you somehow did.

"Now come on sweetheart. Just a graze." Dwight smugly replied.

"No! Let me go! Let me help him!" You called. "I know how to save him!" And you did to some extent. Choosing a degree for school had been hard. You'd been through it all. Psychology, nursing and eventually journalism. There were always better nurses at hand whenever something went wrong - but when Denise use to be busy with another patient you'd lend a hand. Now, there was no Denise. There was no better nurse. All there was, was Daryl on the ground losing blood.

You bent your neck, biting the hand of whoever tightly gripped your left forearm. He let go, swearing almost instantly. You yanked away from the grip of the second man, falling beside Daryl and clutching at his shoulder.

It was surprising that nobody took you away. They continued to hold Rosita back - but merely watched as you tried to save Daryl. You reached for your knife in your holster and instantly felt a gun against your neck.

"Drop the knife." Dwight instructed. Daryl gurgled in pain, which made you even more determined. You didn't drop the knife, instead started cutting at his shirt to reveal his wound. After that, you held your arm in the air and dropped the knife.