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Chapter 3
Sometimes you picture me -
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said -
Then you say - go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds
~Cyndi Lauper~Time after Time
The run had been a bust, everywhere they went seemed to have already been looted. They had hit the local hospital and three pharmacies, and found nothing even close to what they needed. Now they were trying to figure out their next move. Maggie and Rick had a map they had found and a phone book spread out on the hood of a truck they had found since leaving Terminus, scouring to see where they could go next, while Sascha and Tara stood watch. Daryl was slightly apathetic to the whole run. He was slumped in the cab of the truck, he took the time to shut his eyes.
He had managed to fall asleep again the night before but his dreams had resumed. He had been walking in the forest behind Carol. She kept laughing over her shoulder, giving him coy looks. He was calling to her but she wouldn't stop moving. He finally managed to grasp her hand, and he hauled her into his body. She'd looked at him very seriously and rubbed his cheek. "Go slow" she whispered. He hadn't understood what she meant. He had asked her what that meant and she shook her hear, and smiled and repeated it,"Go slow."
The dream had felt so real. He could almost smell her scent, feel her hands on his cheek, her body pressed against his. His biggest regret was that he would probably never know how it felt to hold her, breath in her scent off her neck, to love her, to be inside her. He wanted that so bad. He wanted a chance to make her happy. He wanted a chance to just look at her again, her missed seeing her bright smile, her sparkling eyes. He sighed, God he missed her so much, somedays he just didn't know how he was going to make it through the day. It was like a hollow ache in his chest, reaching up and catching his throat. Making it hurt to swallow, to breath.
He opened his eyes and noticed Rick's growing frustration. He knew Rick had feelings for Michonne and he didn't want to lose her. He snorted, how ironic.
Rick had apologized to Daryl for what he had done, and explained to the group what had happened to Carol. They had all been upset, (with the exception of Maggie and Sacha)with Rick, and had agreed if they were lucky enough to find Carol they would welcome her back in the group. He sometimes wondered though if they had only done that too ensure that Daryl would not take off on his own to find Carol.
Rick had seemed to be genuinely sorry though when he had realized the pain Carol's absence had caused him. Daryl had forgiven him, but he wasn't sure if he could ever forget.
He watched as Rick had called Sacha and Tara over from where they were keeping watch, and glanced up at him in the truck nodding to him.
With a sigh, Daryl got out of the truck to see what the plan was. Rick looked at him in question "ya alright? " he asked and Daryl nodded.
"Let's get this shit show on the road" Daryl replied grumpily.
Rick raised his brow and looked at Maggie who shrugged.
"There's a private medical center about three blocks away from the motel, not sure how we missed it" Rick said
Daryl humphed "Rushing things that's how. This whole town is a fucking bust, why do you think this clinic is going to be any better?"
Rick looked slightly agitated "Well we don't have time to go anywhere else Daryl"
Daryl felt like an asshole, he knew Rick cared about Michonne, fuck he loved her like a sister himself. He found it hard though sometimes to hold back his anger at Rick. He took a deep breath "sorry man"
Rick nodded, getting back in the trucks they made their way towards the clinic. Daryl hoped the clinic had something to make this run worthwhile, he thought with a sigh.