The Walking Dead Daryl And Carl นิยาย & เรื่องราว

** When they arrived at the apartment, Daryl didn’t say a word. He slammed the car door open and grabbed Cheesy by the wrist. His eyes were cold, sharp. Without giving her a chance to speak, Daryl scooped her into his arms. “Daryl, I can walk on my own…” Cheesy whispered softly. “Be quiet,” Daryl replied flatly. Cheesy clung to his shoulders, trying to steady her trembling body. Her chest felt tight. Her breathing shallow. But she said nothing more.

I exhaled shakily as the door to the closet was jerked open, revealing who I least expected but yet was grateful to see. My smirk was the first thing that greeted Daryl. "You didn't want a nameless wolf to do the job for you now, did you? I thought you wanted to get rid of me." Daryl's gaze was far from the teasing of mine. Blood dropped from his fingers as he stared at me, and that stare made my stomach heat up. Adele clung to me, too scared to even look at the mess below, her head was buried on my chest. "I want to go home," Adele whimpered.

Carl has just left to pack the car when Ryan shows up and starts shooting. Fuck!

The first bullet immediately hit Carl in the chest, followed by his left arm and head. Dhalia almost died from the extreme fear and pain she felt. She wanted to approach the bloody young man. But her husband held her tightly by the waist, and Rodel dragged her into his car. Through her tear-stained eyes, she could see Carl's bloody face inside his vehicle. "Rodel, please don't leave C-Carl there. M-Maybe he's still alive, please! Have mercy on your brother!" Dhalia wailed. Rodel started the engine of his car.

He patted Carl on the shoulder, and said, "I haven't become so ungrateful that I'd kill my own people for thirty million. Carl, I'm taking you to the hospital now. Leave this place to the rest." Carl was overjoyed, and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Drake! You're so loyal! I'll remember your kindness for the rest of my life!" "It's nothing. Don't worry about it," Drake said with a smile, pushing Carl toward his subordinates. Suddenly, Drake pulled out a knife from his waistband and drove it straight into Carl's waist. "Argh!" Carl's scream was muffled as several people held him down. Drake swiftly delivered a second, fatal blow to Carl's throat, causing blood to spurt violently.

Moments passed like whispers, the gravity of our mission pressing down with increasing weight as we neared the forest. The scenery blurred by, replaced by a thickening canopy of trees. Finally, the carriage slowed, pulling to a gentle stop at the forest's edge. I leaned out the window, my breath hitching at the sight before me. Standing in a powerful line were six alphas, their presence commanding and authoritative. Alpha Daryl from the Blue Moon Pack, Alpha Kyle from the Full Moon Pack, and the infamous triplet alphas—Cole, Casper, and Carlson—stood stoically. Beside them was Alpha Dom from the river Shadow Pack.

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.

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

Carrie pointed toward Chloe who was still squatting out of shock. "Chloe?" Carrie called when she saw Chloe wasn't standing up. "Chloe…" she stopped when she heard Chloe whimper. Carrie gently squatted beside her and began saying reassuring words. "Chloe they are now go…" she couldn't complete her sentence when she felt the powerful man's presence beside them. She bowed in fear when he squatted to Chloe's level. "I think it would be better if you leave here," Daryl told Carrie who doesn't want to leave them.

“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.