Daryl's Brother Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Daryl is moving with a limp, his left side hampered by the deep wound from the crash, yet he matches Glenn blow for blow, his movements fueled by a terrifying, burning necessity. "You think you’re a hero?" Daryl snarls, his teeth bared in a snarl that reveals more wolf than man. He shoves Glenn back, a move of pure, concentrated kinetic force. "You’re a puppet, Ashwalker. And when the elders are done with their theater, they’ll cut your strings just like they’ll cut the girl’s throat." Glenn says nothing. He doesn't need to. He lunges again, his footwork precise, his blade seeking the soft gaps in Daryl’s armor. He is relentless, a machine of violence, his eyes locked onto the kill.

“Speaking of the devil, here he comes.” I turned around to see the eldest son and for the umpteenth time today, I froze. The man from the elevator is the first son of Charles Aldridge. My blood ran cold as he glanced across the room, eyes meeting mine. He stopped in front of us, “Hello father.” He greeted but his eyes remained stuck on me. Fuck!

Bright red blood dripped onto the ground. I ran forward and covered his wound. "Are you alright? Why would you do something so reckless?" Wayne sounded disappointed. "You used to worry only about me. Now you worry about someone else too?" I looked at him coldly. "Eric is my mate. If I don't care about him, should I care about you instead?" Several werewolves had already pinned Wayne to the ground. Nala suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She threw herself onto Wayne and sobbed uncontrollably.

I force myself to say, my voice is more sultry than I intend for it to be, and my body is betraying me; my nipples are hard, and there’s goosebumps all over my skin. “Yeah,” Zephyr shrugs as he takes a sip of his vodka. “It’s the only way any of us can fuck you.” He adds, and my mouth opens, but no word comes out. The silence is chilling, all four brothers are looking at me as if waiting for me to say something, but I almost don’t know what to say. The Dreadmoor brothers want me even though they shouldn’t. I’m their best friend’s wife. They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences.

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

I was on my bed when I heard a knock on my door,I asked the person to come in and to my surprise it was Daryl with a tray of food. " The twins asked me to bring their favorite aunt this fruit salad and their cousin baked biscuits for you" he answered to me surprised face. "thank you " I say and faked cough. He smirked and turned to leave,he suddenly turns to me , "Don't hurt him okay. Don't hurt my brother " he says in a serious tone now. "What... Derrick and I are fine?Wh...why do you say that " I say in a nervous tone. " You know I'm not talking about Derrick" he says now smirking, does he ever stop smirking.

But before I could elaborate, he abruptly ended the call, his laughter echoing through the receiver. What a nice brother! I thought, shaking my head with a smile. I put my phone back on the table and continued with my evening routine. Seven in the evening rolled around, and the familiar rumble of a car engine echoed through the house. I heard the car pull into the garage, a familiar sound that usually signaled Tyler’s arrival. I made my way to the main door, ready to greet my brother. But as I opened the door, I was met with a surprise. Standing on the doorstep was Daryl, a bottle of wine clutched in his hand.

Ashley, but at least for today, I did something to help him. ❧ ❧ ❧ When Sir Daryl collapsed on the floor as we were about to enter the mansion, I panicked, as did the driver, and he hurriedly carried Sir Daryl inside. We came across the twins, who looked so worried about their brother. We went straight to Sir Daryl's room and put him to bed. "He didn't drink blood again?" Danrious asked Daniel, and the latter just shook his head no. They're both looking down on their brother, who's currently unconscious. They both look so worried about sir Daryl.

“That’s right, I can’t even stand the sight of him, f*ck!” Daryl had an expression of pure malice as he sneered, “Hmph! Let’s see how long he’ll continue bragging after he meets the three professionals I hired. They’re able to single-handedly take down a dozen people. That brother-in-law of his is just a deadbeat too. If his brother-in-law really had the b*lls to come here today, I’m going to kick his *ss! I haven’t had the chance to get back at him the last time!” After saying that, Daryl flicked his cigarette aggressively onto the floor. He snuffed out the cigarette with his right foot and trampled on it as if it was Thomas’s brother-in-law.

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