Daryl Poncho Walking Dead Novels & Stories

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…

The Dead Annie was gone, Gerald was still alive and well… The more Daryl thought about it, the more pain he felt in his chest. As his head began spinning and a trickle of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth, the dying man—who was still pointing at Gerald—could only mutter in his sheer disbelief, “You… You… My… My Dead Annie…!” Holding onto his chest as he continued mumbling to himself, it almost felt like Daryl had completely lost his soul… Not only that, but he now appeared much, much older than he previously had. The youth on his face and the sheen of his white hair were no longer present…

Daryl. He stepped onto the balcony like he owned it. He was barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from his shower, strands falling messily across his forehead. His body looked so effortless. Daryl was the kind of man who didn’t even realize how dangerous he looked. His eyes locked on mine and the easy smirk on his lips disappeared. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, voice sharp. Then his eyes locked on Lyra. “Leave us now.”

With sweat running down my forehead. Daniel turns around to look at me while I was feeling too weak to get up. The pain has been too much to bear. His dark eyes met the doctors as he nods at her. Showing her the way out. They engage in a dialogue, just outside the door. But I was too drained, to listen carefully. The Chandelier at the top , the only focus on my attention. As I see my vision going hazy. He comes back inside, and through my distorted vision I see those black orbs closing in on me.

They threw massive chunks of brick to the side, uncovering their friend as quickly as possible, but also knowing that their leader was in the middle of the pile, slowly losing any hope of survival. Quincy left Leo to drag Ivan away from the collapsed building and began searching through the debris for Daryl. “Alpha, can you hear me?” he tried to link Daryl, but didn’t get a response. “Daryl, where are you?” He muttered as he rummaged through the pile. As he made his way closer to the center, where the flames burned the highest, he picked up the odor of burned flesh. He removed his shirt and tried to smother out as much as he could, but it was useless. He pushed at the bricks, hoping to shift

“Red River Pack was helping us, but it was already late. The rogues have invaded all territory, and now-“ His hands coiled into fists, eyes dilating, and continued, “We lose access to our pack.” No way! We couldn’t possibly lose. I swallowed hard, never ready to voice my conclusion. “So you mean-“ “They took over our pack, Luna.” He finished for me. Oh, Goddess! “How about Eliot? Is he...” I blinked back the tears that wanted to escape my eyes. “Is he dead?” I heard of attacks a lot. They usually wouldn’t let the elites live if they managed to win the battle. Daryl only looked at me for a few seconds before shaking his head. “I don’t know, Luna. We can’t get information yet.”

Slaughterhouse said as she turned her head searching for her attacker. Then a giant bolder emerges from the ground coated with white star energy. It slammed itself upon Slaughterhouse as she smashed through it. Then Daryl jumped up in the air, super charged his arms, and got ready to attack . " The Ominous dares!” Daryal said while slashing his on top of slaughterhouse . She projected a light blue overshadow around her body and was slammed to the ground. As Daryl feel to the ground, Rick flew from the side and grabbed him before he crashed down.

“You could even fake your own death to be with him. Is that how much you love him?” Everything he said troubled and unsettled her heart. Why would she fake her own death? Who exactly was he? Why did he look as if she'd picked up a knife and stabbed his chest? The guy beside her moved. This time, he was widely awake. Sitting on the bed, Daryl's gaze darted from her to his brother, his eyes wide, his expression paling like an ash. “Oh, shit! How the hell did you find this place!!!” His question fell on deaf ears.