Daryl's Brother Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Blaire. Nobody spoke. Nobody answered. “Let go of him at once!” I said angrily. Zach gave Andrew one murderous look, and then he released him, stepping away, keeping a safe distance from him. Andrew staggered to his feet. And then he immediately ran inside the bar. “What was that about?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied. “You were about to murder the guy. It couldn’t be nothing.” He took a heavy breath and shook his head. He stared at me for a moment. Though the alley was dark, I could still see his face, illuminated by the moonlight. Zachary was handsome… divine. For a moment, I forgot that he was supposed to be my brother.

“You mated your brother and had the guts to fuck him on the ceremonious altar, in the presence of everyone and for that, you both would pay with your lives!” Gasps and growls erupted through the crowd, some elders recoiling. “Her brother, atrocious!” “They must be killed, such evil would never befall on our pack!” Their words felt like a slap on the face, my eyes stung with tears, my heart pricking with pain.

"I told you I would do anything to make Daisy mine. Even if it means wiping you out of our lives." He pointed the gun directly at my head. I have never been this scared in my life. My body froze. I couldn't even think properly. I can't die. Not like this. Not now. I still have things to tell Daisy. I haven’t told her how I really feel. I still have to see my aunt. "I’m your brother. Do you really want my blood on your hands?" I asked, my voice shaking. My breathing was heavy, and I knew he could see the fear in my eyes.

“You… did it.” Killian dropped beside him, scarred arm trembling. “You shouldn’t have—” Daryl coughed, blood speckling his lips. “If I hadn’t, you’d be dead.” A ghost of a grin. “You’re welcome.” Killian’s throat tightened. He reached out, brushed hair from his brother’s face, and for a moment the war, the Guild, the whispers didn’t matter. It was just them. “You’re going to live,” Killian said. It wasn’t a question. It was a command.

Anna answered shortly and Brian smiled widely hearing it The three of us chatted for a while and I saw Damian walk toward us. I got up from my chair and gave him a hug. “Once again, congrats brother!” I patted his shoulder “Thanks Fai! I won’t be here without you! Brian and Anna too, thanks!”

I realise a second too late I’ve done exactly what he wanted, but walking back in there alone after everyone saw me get dragged out is shameful. Outside, I stomp my feet and scream. Once again, embarrassing myself but I’m too tipsy for that emotion. Arielle catches up to me while I try to hail a cab. “Hey Beauty, everything good? Your brother looked pissed.” Brother. “He is not my brother,” I bite out, my anger emitting in my voice. “He is a controlling asshole who needs to back down before I bite at his effectively rattling bark.”

“Then who the hell was it? Because it sure as hell looked like you.” He hesitated for a second too long. “My brother.” For a second, the room went silent. Brother? How was that possible? “What?” My voice was barely a whisper. Daryl exhaled slowly. “My twin brother. Damon.” I stared at him like he’d just slapped me. “You have a twin?” He nodded once. “I wasn’t going to tell you. Well, my twin and I aren't on speaking terms, and I wasn't expecting him to meet you at any point."

He wondered what the he wanted and almost considered not picking the call but with a sigh, he picked up. "Hello, is this Mr Cayden's Older brother?" Daryl's eyes narrowed on hearing the voice which doesn't belong to his brother...he replied anyway. "Yes, that's me" He could hear the Man on the other end sigh in relief "Mr Cayden and his friends are already so drunk and can't leave on their own. Mr Cayden said to call you if there was any problem" The young man.explained, much to Daryl's displeasure. He could already guess who the two friends were as Cayden almost didn't have any friend except Yelena, Halle, Eleanor and Johan. And the only people he'll leave the company with were his secretar

“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.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a surprisingly lively scene at home. A large number of guests gathered in the living room, chatting and laughing, celebrating my brother, Ian Green's miraculous escape from danger. Everyone tacitly chose to forget about me, the one who went to jail in his place. My mother was all smiles. "Good things come to those who deserve them. Ian has done so many good deeds; it's only right that he survived this disaster." This sentence made me, who had become a spiritual being, somewhat lost in thought.