The Walking Dead Daryl And Carl Novels & Stories

But he hated it. Minutes passed and eventually Harley's legs buckled, causing her to collapse into his arms. Knowing that if he consumed anymore blood, the outcome would be grim, he withdrew his fangs from her neck and lowered himself to the floor, feeling her body stiffen before going limp in his arms. He forced himself to look up at Demitri, who's grin had stretched all the way to his eyes by now. "Happy now?" He questioned, gritting his teeth in disgust. "Quite." Demitri replied. "Now then, I have business to attend to, so I shall be on my way." He added, turning towards the door and disappearing in the blink of an eye along with Carl and Tyler.

Abel smiled quietly before nodding, “I hope to see you around, Daryl.” Daryl’s heart fluttered when he walked past, slowly pushing his hands into his pockets. She swallowed before walking forward to see Beryl watching her eith her arms crossed over her chest. Daryl gave her friends an unconcerned smile, “Hey! So, are you okay, Daff?” Beryl rolled her eyes, “You know that guy?” Their Fairy friend slapped her thigh with her hand, “I knew I smelt someone different on you the night we met.”

They start following them. They are busy talking, and Carl is sure they would not notice him. All he needs is one good aim at each of them, and his work will be almost done. Finally, after about five minutes, they sit down under the shade of a tree. Carl signals Jerry to aim the gun. Carl aims at the hybrid, and Jerry aims at the vampire. “At three,” Carl whispers, “one... two... three...” They pull the triggers, and the bullets pelt through the air and hit the two people they were aimed at.