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Starring Pair: Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon

Chapter 1

High Fever

They were well rested before they went on their hunt. Their eyes darted towards the shade of cerulean in his eyes. Daryl Dixon came back clomping down the path with his slick crossbow and green feathered homemade arrows.

"Daryl, did you find anything?" Rick recalls as Daryl gave in a heave of a grunt.

"Nah," He replied as Rick was terribly desperate it's been over an eight months since they secured the at the prison facility ever since Lori's death, Rick was quite on the nervous edge and it doesn't help that Daryl started to become very supportive lately. Rick wholeheartedly believed that Lori possessed Daryl in a way that he was attractive and it wasn't for the looks. It was the skills he possessed and how he was so committed to being on his team, it enlightens him. "I'll head east a bit, maybe we'll find some pigs to raise or something." He said.

"You sure it ain't snakes, you been craving?" Michonne teased as she decided to stick around a bit.

"Nah, they don't have enough meat, too thin." Daryl answered Michonne where both of them chuckled.

It wasn't long for them to connect which made Rick unsettle. "We'll look north, be back here in an hour." He told Daryl as he raised his two fingers together.

"Aye," As he motioned them and then went out of sight.

"Was that wise? I think he's sick, do you think he'll be fine?" Michonne answered which surprises Rick.

"He'll be fine." Rick said nervously. "He'll be fine, he is a tough guy."

The hour passed by like a blink, but after twenty minutes set in, Michonne and Rick became uneasy.

"Where is he?" Michonne questioned. "Do you think he's been...?" "No, I won't believe it. We'll have to look for him." He answered rashly as the two traveled into the array of the forest.

They did not dare to yell out or to call out his name as that only alerts the walkers nearby. Groaning at their pathetic states, it didn't matter of how disarray they looked as long they were able to feed their hunger pains, there wasn't much to complain about. Hearing them crunch down concerned Rick and Michonne as they spotted a pack of walkers nearby.

"No, no, no, no." Rick took a wild guess as they stood on a high hill.

"It isn't him, Rick. I don't see his crossbow anywhere." Michonne answered which gave the sheriff a chance to sigh in relief.

That's when he decided to take one more look around before they finally take their leave, but instead he found Daryl lying on the ground nearby a part of the forest where they did not seek earlier. With nothing surrounding him or a bite had been shown, Rick shook Daryl awake. "Hey, get up!" He kept his voice in a low tone.

Daryl was partially awake as he started to pant and cough several times without thinking, Rick lifted him up and moved Daryl's stray hairs aside. "R... Rick? What happen?"

Rick was unsure of himself and how Daryl was reacting and how cherry red he was, Rick remembered what Michonne told him. He checked his temperature by placing the back of his hand to Daryl's forehead. Daryl was way too out of it to pay attention what was Rick was doing and that confirming he had a high fever. Relieved the sheriff suddenly picked up Daryl which flustered the archer to the boot. "What are you doing?" He panicked a little as Rick tried to calm him down.

"I'm taking you home." He told him as he had Daryl in his arms.

"I can walk!" He snapped as he felt utterly embarrassed, but Rick felt unsure with his request, but he obey the archer's command anyway, as he put him down on his feet, Daryl wobbled forward until Rick got a hold of him.

"Look you can't walk." Rick complained.

Daryl snarled. "Then, give me your arm." As the eyes darted to the sheriff's direction as Rick placed his arm between Daryl's arms. Giving him the slight support was all Daryl asked for as this archer had the pride and the reputation, he wanted to protect.

His fever was getting higher as Michonne and Rick gotten Daryl to the backseat of their Chevrolet vehicle that they found abandoned long ago. "His fever is getting higher." Michonne mentioned as Rick started up the car, hoping they could cure Daryl in time.

I want to thank for the readers for those who probably grown up by now. Its been a long while since I wrote a hefty story as there was so much is happening in my life, it just the matter to get everything adjusted. Please note, I could relate Daryl in some way and understand that every relationship is not the same and hope everyone would understand that life isn't perfect. Thank you and do not fret, there will be more chapters added to this.