Who: Daryl, Carl and Rick What: Returning from a Time Skip Where: Graveyard When: Dec 13th Rating: TBA Status: Closed
As Daryl suddenly felt the cold, very cold, ground under his back, he let out a groan. "Fuckin'... What the fuck?" He mumbled out as he looked around for Rick. The familiar smell of Kansas filled Daryl's nose as he rolled over only to see not just Rick, but Carl as well, along with several headstones. Reaching up, Daryl rubbed his head, touching the scar that Andrea left him when she ever so gracefully shot him in the head. Luckily, that side wasn't bleeding, but unfortunately, there was a little bit of blood on the other side where he must have cracked his head on the nearest stone. But he couldn't really be here, that was impossible. He'd come to tell himself that this whole place had been a dream. Leeloo never existed, his brother was never found. This was all fake!
"Rick!" Daryl shouted, struggling to find his bearings as he crawled over to Carl and gave the small boy a shake. In doing so, he knocked his father's hat loose from his head and Carl bolted up.
"Dad?!" He shouted, clinging to Daryl before reaching for the hat. "Dad!" And when he spotted Rick, crawled as quickly as his arms and legs would let him towards him. Carl took in the surroundings as well. And to him, this just meant mom was gone. Mom and his baby brother or sister. Everyone he'd come to know. They were gone again, and he was alone. Throwing himself on his father's chest, Carl let out a sob as he clung to him for dear life.
Daryl wasn't far behind as he crawled towards Rick as well. "Rick. You 'kay?" He asked, trying to give the man a small shake. "You ain't gonna believe this. We're back."