Broken Wings (Daryl dixon x Reader)

"Y/N?!" I heard someone say. "Hey, help!!" It was T-dog. I opened my eyes, groaning. I was in the shed. I wasn't in the shed before. How did I get here?

"What happened? Y/N" T-Dog asked me, as he helped me sit up.

Rick and Daryl came running in.

"Where's Randall?"  I turned my head, not seeing him.

"He was here, I." I winced, feeling searing pain in the back of my head.

"Easy now," T-dog said.

"I was outside, that's all I remember."

"You said you wouldn't go in!" Daryl yelled at me.

"I didn't, I...I was outside, sitting on that stool."

"He must have gotten out somehow. I should never have let you keep him uncuffed," Daryl said, walking out to look around.

"He must have gotten out through the roof."

"Daryl fixed it; he couldn't have gotten out that way," I said, standing up with the help of Andrea.

"That's a nasty cut," she commented.

"Rick! Rick!" Shane yelled. He was walking out of the woods with a bloody nose

"What happened?!" Lori yelled as Shane walked closer.

"He's armed! He's got my gun!" Shane yelled.

"You okay?"Carl asked

"I'm fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face with that hammer she was holding!" He said, pointing at me.

"Alright, Hershel, T-Dog, get everyone back in the house, get her some medical treatment>" Rick yelled, giving orders, as Andrea began to help me walk towards the house. I  was dizzy as hell.

"Glenn, Daryl, come with us."

"T, I'm gonna need that gun," Shane said. T-dog handed it over right away.

"Just let him go! That was the plan, wasn't it, to just let him go?" Carol yelled

"The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun and a hammer!"

"Don't go out there. Y'all don't know what can happen." Carol continued to beg.

"Get everybody back in the house." Rick said, heading off into the woods with Shane, Daryl, and Glenn, "Lock all the doors and stay put!"

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"You didn't hear him or anything? You could have heard him if crawled through the roof." Hershel said as he cleaned up the wound on my head.

"He was eating, that's all he was doing, he was harmless," I said, and hissed a bit when he poured some hydrogen peroxide on it.

"He couldn't have gotten through the roof; he didn't know the code to the lock; someone else did this," T-Dog said.

The crickets were chirping outside, and that's what I tried to focus on as Hershel took a needle to my head. It was hard even then, and it took Maggie and Patricia to hold me down to get my head sewn up.

"There, it's gonna hurt and it might itch, so don't itch," Hershel said.

"How did he know that she had a hammer? Why didn't Shane alert us first? checked on her?" Carol asked suspiciously.

"What are you saying?" Maggie asked, "He planned this? He could have been running after him to stop him, didn't have time to check on her."

"Why would he stop and pull her into the shed? He wouldn't have known the code to the lock." Carol argued.