Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Quotes Novels & Stories

I heard her voice just as I felt a tingling in my head, and then she passed out. --- SORAYA "How could you have been so careless, Daryl!" "Well, I didn't know anyone was in the woods! I thought the woods were prohibited from the tourists?" "Goddess, this is bad! This is bad, and you know it. She is going to die!" "We are not going to tell anyone." "Have you lost your mind! You know the penalty in this scenario is death and Father is the one who made the rules!" Death? Was someone talking about death?

Instead of Liam's Villa, he brought her here. Haley needed to thank her stars also. “Time to leave.” Daryl picked up the empty bowl on the tray, rising to his feet. “Word of advice; stay away from wine when you're alone among strangers.” His final words echoed in Haley's mind. Hopefully, she hadn't embarrassed herself beyond redemption. The serious tone of his voice worried her. “G- Goodnight.” “See you soon.” Daryl patted her hair gently, his affectionate gesture easing her tensed nerves.

Lyle whispered and rolled his eyes. A giggle escaped me. “Shh. Don't say stuff like that,” I whispered. An older couple walked by and stared at Lyle. “Why not? It made you laugh,” Lyle said and smiled. I snorted and tried to hold another laugh back as we started for the door. “Dallas?” We turned to see River walking up the sidewalk. I moved slightly away from the door of the diner and toward River as the door opened. Hunter came out. Hunter looked at River and then at me, and back to River. It couldn't have been a more intense and awkward moment.

“But, we’re afraid that everyone will be dead long before we get back.” “Damn, no need to sugarcoat it,” Lexi said sarcastically. “Sorry,” Troy said. “No, I’m sorry,” Lexi said. “I can’t believe I just said that to you. I guess it’s starting to get to me.” “It’s starting to get to all of us,” Brock said. “I thought maybe we could all hike, but I’m not sure if everyone is up to it physically. Troy and I were Marines; we are used to harsh elements.”

he sniffled He felt his dad grab him by the arm where he laid and tried to speak “You…you were right kid” he smiled, his teeth was covered in blood “Werewolves do exist….i..i was so stupid” he laughed almost manically “Dad forget that, we can talk about that later” Dylan said, the walkie talkie started making static noises, “Thi…this is officer…Officer Perry over” A voice came in from the walkie talkie, Dylan quickly grabbed it from the ground and put it to his mouth

“There is only one way to kill a Royal, you must behead them. A blade to the heart is just a temporary death. Never quite gone. A mistake many have made over the years.” “Where’s Daryl?” “Would you believe me if I told you he was sleeping?” he raises an eyebrow at me, half smiling. I frown at him, unsure if he was speaking the truth. “I thought over our conversation, sister. You spoke of mother and father being together, and you were right. But what thing did they have in common that you and Daryl do not?” I shrug my shoulders, my heart still ached and I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. There was enough blood here that should have meant my life was over.

Quincy Zoppins’ facial expression turned extremely horrific. “D*mn. What do we do? We took tremendous effort just to beat one zombie. If another big fellow appears after we chant the next four phrases, I’d rather die!” Quincy plopped down on the ground after that. “I’m not walking anymore. I won’t walk even if you kill me,” he added. Alex Rockefeller nodded. “Sure. Indeed, the level of danger has far exceeded my initial expectations. If you don’t want to move forward, stay here. We’ll bring you guys out after we find a way,” Alex said.

"I am glad you had a good night sleep then." Smiling back, i turned around and made my way to take my seat beside Dylan, who leaned down and then said, "You look much better after some sleep and shower," He said, in a small voice. "At least you will not scare any one by looking like the walking dead any more."

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

I knew they were itching to talk about me, but they were holding back because of Daryl's presence. The elevator doors opened, and they left, their whispers fading into the distance. I could feel their eyes on me, even after they were gone. "They couldn't do their morning routine," Daryl said, his voice laced with amusement. I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Morning routine?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He met my gaze, his eyes twinkling with humor. "Gossiping inside the elevator!" he said, his voice filled with amusement. I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. He was on my side.