Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Quotes Novels & Stories

"Help! The man is going to kill us. Help!" Mallory cried out loud, sitting on the ground. "I've been serving the Dixon family for more than ten years. In the end, I was kicked out. And my daughter was almost strangled by this great Mr. Dixon. "No matter how rich you are, you can't bully us like this." People came forward, pointing at Zackary and me. The contempt and cynicism in their eyes were about to drown us. "Zackary doesn't seem to be a good person. He even wants to strangle his sister."

One mustn't live. He smiled wryly. “Albert is going through a lot now, just a little tough and he's gonna fall. Dead.” He chuckled. “You’re already ruin Albert. And there's no one to save you or your sons. Ha-ha.” ***** Dixon tried calling again, and he picked the call, he sat upright, placing his phone on his ear. “Where the fuck are you, I've been calling you, why ain't you picking your damn call.” "Di—Dixon, he—lp, am d—d—dying "

Even those flickered. It wasn’t safety. It was defiance. Killian sat with Daryl inside the largest ward, watching the lines of chalk faintly glow. Daryl hadn’t spoken much since his scream had shaken the monastery. When he did, it wasn’t always him. Sometimes he muttered names, names that made the guild’s veterans pale and glance at each other. Names from old wars. Names from before. Sometimes he simply stared at Killian with eyes gone white, voice flat as stone. “It is not walking to you. You are walking to it. All roads bend inward.”

My warriors who guarded the borders were overwhelmed with dread as the intruders slowly broke through their defenses, each breach fueling their despair. “Don’t give up! Don’t give these bastards the chance to claim victory over us!” I heard Diego, the second-in-command of the warriors, exclaiming, his voice strained with urgency as he tried to bolster the morale of his men. “How did this happen?” I questioned myself, and glanced at the bodies of my fallen men littered on the ground, their breaths shallow and labored, teetering on the brink of death. My eyes returned back to the dirty wolves outnumbering my men, and bile rushed up my throat. How dare they?!

“Shut your mouth, you total idiot.” “Is that how you talk to your own brother who is helping you play this trick?” I give him my scariest Alpha glare. Shane holds his hands up super fast. “Okay, okay. But I think you are getting scared for no reason.” “You are wrong,” I tell him. “We have to be super careful. The walls in this keep have ears, and wolves love to gossip.” “You are totally fine for now, Daryl.” Shane always makes things sound way too easy, but that is just how he is.

I asked. “Just shine a bright light on him and it usually snaps him out of any trance,” Natalie told me. “Bloody hell! Here I thought I’d get to see your little show,” Daryl said. “Well, least you’re back, Chang. How do you feel?” “Just fine, Wailer,” Natalie responded.” Looks like you didn’t get yourself killed. “You should know it’s difficult to get me killed,” Daryl said. “Anybody have an idea on what we should do now?” Adrian chimed in.

Three-thousand werewolves who are dead because of the fact that these hybrids feel that they have the right to hunt us down. But under the excuse, all I can do is remember Zara. Her smile, her resilience, how she's managed to rebuild herself after Harry's cruelty. Rylan's face when I tell him his sister is going to die over something that didn't even make it into my head. "That looked intense." The voice snaps my head up. Dexter beside the table, pockets in his hands, that wicked old smile spreading across his mouth. He's wearing casual clothes, like he just so happened to be passing through, but I'm not so naive.

“Dale… I’m never speaking to you again in my life.” 🦪 DALE LAZARUS 🦪 It’s been a gloomy day for Dora and me. After our fight, blood poured out of my nose, so much that I bet it would fill a gallon. I was in the toilet for hours, trying to wash away the blood that wouldn’t stop coming out.

The youth on his face and the sheen of his white hair were no longer present… Clenching his teeth as he tried his best to continue glaring at Gerald, the old man knew deep in his heart that there was nothing else he could do. Gerald, on the other hand, appeared rather chipper as he walked even closer to Daryl. With a calm voice, Gerald then said, “Before you die, there’s something I’d like to tell you, Daryl.” “…What is it…?” “Well, during our initial fight, I had only used about twenty percent of my essential qi…”