Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.

A crippling fear consumed him as he started knocking on the glass. "No! No! Mom!! Mom!!! Let me out, please! Don't go!" He cried out, but it seemed she could hear him as she walked away. The space inside the compartment was narrow and the glass resilient. He felt suffocated and hit the glass harder in desperation. The sound of metal against metal was heard again echoing through the corridors and his mother stepped out, shutting the kitchen door. _" Nooo!!! Mom please!!" His voice came out in shrill cries as he scraped his fingers against the rough edges of the glass, drawing blood with tears streaming down his face. For the first time in his life, Daryl felt dead.__

When I dropped it back, I picked up the sandwich again and raised it to my mouth. "You don't have to see her if you don't want to". My hand hung mid air and my eyes moved to Daryl, "It's fine", I mumbled and bit into my sandwich again. "Ciara, you don't need to see or even speak to my mother. If you don't want to see her, you don't have to". He deadpanned. My brows furrowed and I looked up at him. What was Daryl getting at and why did he sound almost...upset?

The four of them yelled at Darryl endlessly. If they were untied, Darryl would already be dead by now. Darryl laughed but did not say anything. He let them release their anger. When they were almost done yelling, he pulled a bench over and sat in front of them. “In your eyes, I should die because I killed the Dixon family. But, let me ask you, the Dixons killed and robbed many innocent civilians. Did those people deserve to die?”

I turned to my left and saw my Uncle Daryl standing there his face grave. "It's a tough day," he said, his voice low. "But we'll get through it. We always do." I nodded, grateful for his presence. Uncle Daryl had been through many battles himself, and his experience and wisdom were invaluable. "They are warriors and it is their duty to defend and protect their pack and you don't have to feel bad about that." Uncle Daryl said firmly, his voice commanding attention and respect.

she says, using my full name, which is something she never does, "don't be crazy. How are you going to stop them from getting jumped? You're crazy!" "Just hold it," I tell her impatiently before stomping toward the group. I see Daryl at the head of the group. He's the farmer's boy, and he tends to be sensible even though he becomes a monster when he's drunk. I know he has a small crush on me, so maybe he'll listen to sense. "...don't know who you're talking to!" I hear the arrogant guy say, pointing at a fuming Daryl's face. "I can be here if I want to. Who are you to stop me? Do you think I'm afraid of a bunch of omegas?"

I asked him, but he didn't respond. "Daryl, why are you allowing yourself to suffer like this if you can't handle it? You'll feel worse if you lose control," I said, and he stood up and grabbed my shoulder. "You're right. I'm just too busy these past few weeks. You should already go to sleep," Daryl said, then left the room. I shook my head as I looked at the drugs on his table. This is clearly insufficient for our survival. TO BE CONTINUED

Daryl then raised his head and arrogantly said, “You’re going to teach me a lesson, are you? Well then, I’m standing here right now, so come and teach me a lesson if you’re capable. A deadbeat like you actually has the guts to brag in front of me? You probably don’t even know how the word ‘death’ is spelled! How dare you even claim that you’re the chairman of Violet Vision, have you actually looked at yourself in the mirror? Based on your looks, you seem just like a useless deliveryman! How dare you brag in front of me, me!” “Smack!” That was the sound that came from Zayn when he smacked Daryl’s face before he let off a cold grunt because he had completely lost his patience. As a result, Dar

We listened to the engine of the black SUV start up. And then he was gone. Daxon let out a long breath. He rubbed his face with his hands. "Well," he said. "That sucks." "Yeah," I agreed. "He's right, though," Daxon said, pushing off the wall. "He needs to bleed it out. Better he eats some rogue hybrids in Prague than the mailman here." He looked at me. "You okay?" "No," I said. "I feel like I'm being abandoned."

My heart was a wild thing in my chest. "More wine?" David asked, already reaching for the bottle. "I shouldn't," I said, but I held out my glass anyway. "You're on vacation." David's fingers brushed mine as he poured. "Let yourself enjoy it." Mark yawned. "I'm gonna crash early if that's okay. Long drive." My pulse kicked. I knew what was coming. We'd discussed it in the car Mark would go to bed early and leave me alone with his father. It was almost too easy.