Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction Pt 1 - Daryl's Revenge (Adult Language)

The sky was clear and allowed an unobstructed view of the stars as Daryl made his way around the perimeter of the prison yard.  He stops by the guard tower to rub his chilled hands together as his breath steams from between the firm lines of his lips.   The cold weather lately making the extra responsibilities protecting their new home more difficult.  "Home" Daryl shakes his head at the thought and lets out a low laugh.  "Who would've thought I'd be calling a prison home and liking it?" 
As Daryl completed his final turn around the yard, his thoughts turn to the infant waiting inside.   Ever since her arrival, Daryl found himself even more determined to step up and keep his new family safe.  They were depending on him and he was not going to let them down. Not like he had let her down.
Daryl's hand sinks into his pants pocket where he grips the cloth of Carols head scarf.  His eyes close as he fights off the grief of losing the one woman who had never backed away from him.  God knows he had tried to push her away, but she stood her ground.  He hesitates outside of the cell block door trying to regain his resolve, but the thoughts of her body lying alone somewhere in the prison sets him off.  He turns away from the door and raising his middle finger to the clear night sky above.  "Fuck you!!"  His voice echoes across the prison yard.  "You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that?"  He looks up waiting for a response that he knows will never come.  "She didn't deserve to die.  She didn't deserve none of this."  Daryl's eyes stare coldly across the yard when he notices a walker clinging to the outside fence.  "What the hell do you want?  Haven't you done enough?"  He walks with a hard pace across the yard in the direction of the walker as he continues to yell.  "Sofia wasn't enough?  Merle...Lori..."  His knife slides out of it's sheath as he nears the fence. "Dale?  When will it be enough?"  The Walkers gurgled moan is the only response given as Daryl raises his knife into the air.  "You're not getting any more of us."  The knife comes down with blunt force through the links of the fence and into the Walkers skull.  "Not a single one"  Daryl pulls the knife out as it's intended target slides down the fence and onto the ground.