Salvation | By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: The Walking Dead universe & Daryl Dixon belongs wholly to Kirkman/AMC. Original character Lilith belongs to me. I make no money from writing of this story and it is strictly for entertainment purposes only. Do Not Repost elsewhere without permission |
Lilith was running again. Her heart beat hard in her chest, and her lungs burned with each ragged breath. She tripped over the lumpy grass, and as she scrambled to get back on her feet, she felt a vice-like grip around her ankles. She yelped, and looked over her shoulder.
One of the men had jumped out of the pick-up truck used to chase her down, and was now in the process of tying her feet together. Despite her struggles, his large hands had an unbreakable grip.
A second man was soon at her side, and stuffed a filthy handkerchief in her mouth.
"Don't want her screams bringin' the roamers," he chuckled to the younger man at her feet.
Once he had silenced her, he held her down while a third man, the driver, tied her hands together. He was a huge man, with a large beer gut that hung over grimy beige pants, and a baseball hat over dark greasy hair. He tried to pick her up by the shoulders, and as he brought her near him, she head-butted him straight in the nose.
"ARRGGHH! You're gonna pay for that, ya fuckin' bitch." His voice sounded nasal, and Lilith enjoyed a brief moment of satisfaction that she had probably broken his nose, before his giant hand swung around into her jaw and she was unconscious.
When she woke, she was in the back of the pick-up with two of the men, one of which had a shot gun pointed at her. He had on dark navy denims and no shirt. He was probably in his early 50s, with wild curly grey hair and several indiscernible tattoos that had lost all shape and meaning as his flesh aged and sagged.
"Mornin' sweet pea. Did ya have a good nap?" he said with mocking concern. "Earl's real pissed you broke his nose. You're gonna live to regret that."
The other man, the one that had tied her ankles, was younger, and he started to chuckle. He looked to be in his late teens and wore a t-shirt with NASCAR on it. His dirty-blond hair was in a style she could only describe as a mullet.
"Am I gonna get to fuck her too, Pa?" the younger man asked.
"No, son. I told ya, not 'til your 21."
The teenager didn’t seem happy about this, and his lips pouted.
"Ya can bust your nut in her mouth if ya want," the man with the shot gun said.
Lilith started to panic and whimper in fright, as she struggled fruitlessly against her bonds when she realised what these men were going to do to her.
***
The pick-up eventually stopped outside a run-down shack. The grey wood of the sidings was smattered with peeling white paint, and the corrugated metal roof was rusted and patchy with moss. They dragged her into the building and threw her onto a filthy mattress that smelled like piss and mildew.
Lilith could do nothing but lay there, her eyes wet with tears, and snot running down her upper lip to soak into the handkerchief.
"So who's gonna go first?" asked the white-haired man as he propped his shot gun against the wall.
"I am," growled Earl.
"But I spotted her first," whined the older man.
"Shut the fuck up, Don. S'my truck, my shack. I git to go first."
Earl grinned at her, as he ran his tongue over his tobacco-stained teeth in anticipation. "Now then, pretty one. Let's see what we got here."
As Don held her arms fast, Earl roughly pulled her jeans as well as her panties down to as far as her knees. He didn’t unfasten her ankles, but flipped her over onto her stomach. Lilith felt nauseous and could hear him fumbling with his clothes behind her. Hot tears burned her cheeks as she helplessly awaited the assault.
She was running again. This time, she was alone other than the ever-present walkers on the other side of the fence.
She had had the best night's sleep in months lying next to Daryl. His quiet presence had a soporific effect. In the light of day, the faces of her captors haunted her once again. Her lungs burned, and her muscles ached but she forced herself to keep going, to keep running. She ran as fast as she could, trying in vain to outrun her nightmares. She would never be caught again.
***
Daryl felt his heart rate increase when he heard Lilith's footsteps coming up the stairs with coffee that evening. Part of him was eager to see her, but the other part dreaded any awkward conversations regarding last night.
To his great relief, she sat down and gave him his cup with a silent smile. They each drank their respective beverages in quiet companionship, and no mention of the previous night's sleeping arrangement was made.
He wasn't sure how he felt about it himself. Lilith had him confused. He felt more at ease in her company than he did any other person he had met in a long time, yet she also agitated him. His relationships with the other people in the prison were much more straight-forward. He knew where he stood with them. With Lilith, he thought about her when she wasn't around, yet when she was, his first instinct was to push her away.
His usual abrasive nature hadn't worked. Normally that was enough to keep people at arm's length, but whether Lilith wasn't bothered or just didn't notice, it hadn't work with her. This pleased him and annoyed him in equal measure.
He was frightened. He had built an invisible barrier around him to keep people at bay, but she seemed immune for some reason. She simply ignored it, and he could feel her gradually chipping away at it, and he was terrified at what would happen should it fall.
Their conversation was minimal, not surprisingly a little quieter than usual. After their coffee was drunk, Lilith got up and left with her usual sad smile. He considered inviting her to stay, but wasn’t sure if he wanted her to say yes or no.
***
Daryl was putting some empty bags into the back of one of the vans they had, getting ready to go on a supplies run into the town when Rick approached him.
"Do you know what we need?"
"Yeah, I got a list off Beth earlier."
Rick nodded. "Are you taking Lilith with you?"
Daryl stopped what he was doing, and squinted at Rick in the sunlight. "No, why?" he asked defensively.
"No reason," said the deputy. "She's proving to be quite an asset is all."
Daryl just stared at his friend. He agreed, she was a very capable woman, but he wanted to know where these questions were leading before he said anything.
Undeterred by Daryl's silence, Rick continued his interrogation. "So, are you two… more than just a good team?"
"It's not like that," Daryl muttered.
Rick just stared at him, obviously wanting more. "Then what is it like?" he asked finally.
Eventually, Daryl confessed. "I don't honestly know."
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