Daryl Poncho Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Zach has been calling Chloe for a while now, but she wasn't picking up. This was getting him so worried badly, after a few more tries someone picked up her call but the voice he was expecting wasn't what he got. "Save your girl and sign that contract, or take your girl's lifeless body." Zach flew up his chair hearing this. "Who are you?" He growled, not minding he was using his voice. Just on cue, Daryl came in with a gift box in his hands.

She said as she handed them the sticks that they never even noticed she was holding. They used the sticks to clear the path way and they all walked right into the tunnel. Where they saw a bed and some food supplies on top of the bed. " I see you guys made it past the wolfsbane." Darren said and they all turned to face him. " Is this all of you? Just Kimmel, Kyle, Kayla and Dean? That's very insulting." He said as he plopped on the bed and burst open a Dorito with his claws. Kyle knew it wasn't Darren and he had a good feeling that the rest of them realized it too. Darren wasn't very proud of his vampire side, he wouldn't just exhibit that side of him so easily.

I opened my arms wide, eager to catch him in a hug. "I miss you, honey!" I exclaimed, burying my face in his soft hair. "Look here, Marco! Your mommy bought some donuts," Daryl's voice boomed, drawing Marco's attention. In a heartbeat, Marco was bounding towards Daryl, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips as I watched the scene unfold. Daryl had a way with kids, a natural charm that made them gravitate towards him. We walked inside the house, the familiar scent of home welcoming us. Before I could close the door, a car pulled up outside. It was Tyler and Joana, their faces etched with concern.

I should have told him when he’d appeared out of nowhere just to take me away. I didn’t have to wait any longer. Dalton was quick… well his fierce and furious growls were quicker. I could hear it way before he appeared, zipping through the trees. Jordan and the rest of the guys arrived shortly after Dalton had lunged himself through the air, aiming straight for the zombie. Marcus didn’t deserve to die like this. If anything, I think both Dalton and I would agree that this kind of death would be too easy for Marcus. All those sins he’d committed…

* *Howver, to Jordan and I, it is but our whole world. *** Carter walked into a room and Daryl recoiled upon seeing him. "Did you just flinch?" Carter questioned and Daryl raised a brow at him. "You beat the crap out of me this morning" He pointed out and shifted away when Carter plopped down beside him on the bed. "Oh, yeah..." Carter trailed off and Daryl's jaw dropped. "'O-oh, yeah'?" Carter looked down at his hands, then back up at Daryl. "I'm sorry" He breathed. "I really am. I shouldn't have-" he paused and let out a deep sigh.

However, they both confronted a difficult moment as the anniversary of Daryl's death approached. *** Every year, the Arvesso family makes a pilgrimage to the grave of Orion's late brother, Daryl, in their former hometown. This time, Drew and Lily join them, cradling their baby daughter, Novella. A creeping emotion enveloped Orion, a profound sadness settling in. He clenched his teeth, fixated on a picture of his late brother that vividly brought back memories of Erin's grave sin. Danica, overcome with grief, whispered her twin's name. She sought solace by hugging Orion's waist; all he could offer was a supportive embrace.

The overhead lights shifted to a menacing crimson, signaling the building's lockdown. With a deafening thud, all doors slammed shut. Argent, her task complete, moved stealthily from the mansion’s entrance to the next checkpoint at the River border. The only escape route lay in the hands of Mr. Dawson, whose fingerprints were now a gruesome souvenir in Hound's possession—both hands severed and hidden away. The acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air, remnants of a desperate act to keep Daryl from bleeding out. In the center of the room stood the Dawson family, Emily among them, bound and gagged as if they awaited execution, their muffled whimpers slicing through the tense silence.

“Aww gross it’s just a pup” A female’s voice spoke, she was extremely thin with wispy dirt brown hair covering most of her face. She laughed at my growl before calling to her comrades, “We can’t eat this one! Daryl you fuck. Why did you slam their car?” The one she called Daryl stepped into view, he was a brute. As tall as Carlos with bigger muscles. The best way I could have described him was an older motor-cycle gang member. He grunted in response to the girl before smacking his chest.

Daryl was still cautious about who I had contact with. Daryl throws a punch and manages to break Alpha Christians nose, blood dripping down and onto his chest but it doesn’t slow him down as he grabs Daryl and sends him flying across the ground in the opposite direction, as he stands he stares at the forest line, there moving forward were a huge number of wolves and only one I recognised. Hayden.