Chapter 4
Yeah, decided to let chapter 3 be a short chapter, so I made this a longer chapter for you :) many thanks for all the faves and alerts and reviews. They mean alot, so thank youu. Here is the next chapter, enjoy! xx
Brooke limped to the table that was in the centre of the RV. She took a seat and brushed her hair away from her eyes, trying her hardest to recover from what she had just experienced. She didn't even noticed Daryl enter the RV and take a seat opposite her. He gave a sigh and wiped the sweat off his forehead, taking a quick glance at Brooke every now and again.
"They all had this comin'" he muttered to himself. Brooke shot him a glare of disbelief, which instantly snapped her out of thought.
"Don't say that. That's a horrible thing to say," she frowned.
"It's karma, bitch." he shrugged with a small smirk. Brooke's expression remained the same.
"Don't call me that, bitch means dog, I'm not a dog." he gave a small chuckle from her sentence while lightly scratching the stubble on his face.
"They left Merle for dead, I'd say this was all karma," he repeated in a less harsher manner. Brooke saw the hatred in his eyes when he talked about what happened to his brother, she knew it killed him inside, she felt the same with her sister.
"I don't think he's dead," she spoke, barely a whisper, but loud enough to catch Daryl's attention. "You said he cut off his hand, that's a fighter. He wasn't supposed to die then, and he is most likely still alive now. I mean, don't you reckon?"
Daryl listened to what she was saying. She had a lot of hope for someone, who was in this situation, and was also the only one who seemed like she had faith that his brother was still alive.
"I hope so," he finally answered, after a short moment of silence. "He's all I got left in this hellhole." he saw Brooke force a smile, then watched her fiddle with her fingers. "Hey," he said, earning her attention once more, he fished into his back pocket and pulled out a familiar object to Brooke. Her mirror that she leant him before the attack. "Didn't give it back, sorry, it kinda broke." Brooke observed the mirror, a big crack going through the actual mirror side, she flipped it over to see the pattern side then smiled.
"That's alright, the pattern is fine. That's what I really like about it, it reminds me of my Mom. Keeps her close, y'know?" she smiled down at the small mirror, then moved some hair out of her face, noticing some brain remains fell from a strand, which caused her to shiver in disgust. "This is disgusting! I'm covered in crap," she whined which Daryl gave a small unnoticeable laugh at.
"We gotta comb over there, use that to get the brain outta ya' hair," he suggested pointing back at the counter. Brooke looked over at the counter and struggled to get up, her leg making it incredibly difficult. "Well if ya' gonna put on that pathetic walk," he smirked at her feeble efforts in walking and got up to gently push her back on the seat. He then went to retrieve the comb for her, while she laughed. She then felt guilty for laughing in such a depressing moment for others, she needed to show respect. So remained silent. "Here ya go," Daryl placed the small comb on the table in front of Brooke, and she held it up, squinting her eyes at him. "What?"
"This is a dogs comb," she said, putting it back down.
"So?"
"So? I just told you, I'm not a dog, I'd rather go round with brains in my hair than use a degrading comb."
"Really?" he sat down and leant his chin on his folded arms that were on the table, giving her a grin to see how long it would take for her to give in and use the comb. She could barely keep a straight face, even when she turned her head away from him, she could feel his grinning face facing her.
Then without even looking at it, she picked up the comb and held up the cracked mirror, and started brushing the brain parts out of her hair.
"This is so disgusting," she whined, flicking the brain parts off her comb when she finished one section of her hair. Daryl could see her shiver in disgust, and noticed blood was still on the side of her face.
"You got a lil blood righ' here," he said pointing to a spot on his face so she knew whereabouts the blood was on her own. She moved the mirror so she could see on her face, and gave a small whimper and slammed her forehead down on the table. "What now?" Daryl sighed, however he couldn't quite understand what she was saying as her speech became muffled due to her face flat against the table. He got up and got a rag, using the bathroom sink to wet it and came back, handing it to her, he had to nudge her arm to get her to look up though. "Here, use this to wash it off, ya' big cry baby."
"I'm not a baby," she sobbed, taking the rag and washing the blood off. "Thanks, though."
"Ya' been cryin' since ya' got here," he looked out the window to check on the others.
"What do you expect? Look out there, look what's happened, how can you expect me not to cry?" her sobs became more powerful, nearly turning into a full on crying session, which Daryl didn't need right now.
"Alrigh', fair enough, ya' emotional. Let it out," he watched, she gave a sigh then her face froze, her throat began gagging as she quickly got up and limped to the bathroom, where he could hear her violently throwing up. "Didn't mean let that out, but okay," he muttered to himself, waiting for her to come back out. He heard a thud in the bathroom which caused him to think she had passed out, so quickly rushed in after her, only to see her on the floor, staring with loose tears falling. He could come out with his usual teases and taunts, but even he thought that wouldn't be fair. "Ya' alrigh'?" he asked, actually sounding more concerned than he had hoped.
She gave an unconvincing nod, staring blankly at the floor.
"Yes." She spoke, as if almost in a trance.
"Maybe ya' should get some sleep," he suggested, which her head reacted to, she looked up at him.
"After tonight … I may never sleep again," she tried to force a smile, but failed.
"If ya' don't sleep, ya' might as well hand ya'self to the dead bastards." She processed those words for a bit, before rubbing her eye. "If ya' really want, ya' can stay in my tent while I keep watch for ya'."
"Why?" she asked after a moment of silence.
"Cos ya' a nervous wreck," he smirked. "And if ya' don't sleep, we can't afford you slowin' us down. We need to keep going, especially after tonight, we're gonna be movin' out. If ya' too slow, we'll have to leave ya' behind."
Brooke raised her eyebrows up at the Redneck. Then sighed.
"Okay," she struggled to get back up, which surprisingly, Daryl helped her with, putting one of her arms around his shoulder, assisting her to walk. "Thank you."
"I got some bandages in my tent too, we can wrap up ya' leg before we go." he walked out of the RV.
"Why so kind?" Brooke asked, sounding confused. He only shrugged, then both fell silent when they saw Dale sat beside Andrea who looked frozen in place holding her dead sister. Brooke felt her heart sink, she wanted to give her condolences to Andrea, but now wouldn't be the best time, and she knew that. So kept quiet while Daryl assisted her to his tent.
The sound of crying had died down from before and now was replaced with an eerie silence. Nothing was heard but the sound of crickets. This sent a shiver down Brooke's spine, and Goosebumps formed on her skin, which thankfully was covered by her hoodie.
"Here we are," he spoke quietly, letting her stand alone a bit so he could open the tent for her. "Mine and Merle's tent, obviously he won't be using it." a salty comment, but Brooke said nothing, she walked in and waited for him to enter, which he did shortly after, nearly tripping. Brooke gave an amused smile but tried to hide it quickly. "Funny?" he asked, smirking at her. She shook her head and gave an innocent smile, watching him head for his backpack he kept next to his bed. He took a seat on his bed, and fished around until he found some bandages, then looked up at her once he put the backpack back on the floor. "Take a seat," he patted the bed beside him. She limped over and shyly took a seat. "Foot," he demanded, holding out his hand.
"You don't have to do it," her voice came out squeaky. Almost like she was shocked by it.
"Might as well," he shrugged, rubbing his eye.
"Why?"
"You'll be there all night if you did it,"
Brooke sighed, she was getting quite annoyed at his constant put downs, however, maybe then he did have a point. Seeing as she wasn't thinking straight. She took off her shoe carefully, slightly wincing at the pain, then gently lifted her foot so he could wrap it up. He stuck the end of the bandage using tape, then started wrapping.
"Daryl," she spoke, almost thinking out loud, he made a 'hmm' sound to show he was listening, but also concentrating. "Merle will make it," this random mention of his brother caught him off guard slightly. "I mean, if he is tough like you, there won't be any chance of him being struck down."
Daryl had never known anyone so naive, it was sweet, but he knew that there was a very slim chance Merle would be alive, after all, he only had one hand, and was alone. However, Daryl decided to humour her.
"Like I said before, I hope so." her foot suddenly jolted. "Sorry," he spoke. "It hurts there?"
"No," she replied. "Just sensitive," she giggled, nervously, sounding embarrassed. He gave an amused smile.
"Oh, heh, I'll be rougher then," he heard her snort a laugh, then looked at her covering her mouth. "Well, well," he smirked. "Dirty minded little baby," he teased.
"I'm not a baby!" she protested, pouting like a child who had just had their toy taken away would, which didn't help convince him in thinking otherwise. Then it also registered. "I'm not that dirty minded either!"
"Alrigh'" he kept wrapping. "How'd you wind up in that hospital by the way?" he asked, changing the subject, randomly.
"My uncle was in there, we went to visit after everything went wrong to see if he was alright, of course, we found something else instead," her mouth fashioned a sideward's smile, showing she meant Walkers.
"Did he die?" Daryl asked. Brooke shrugged.
"I don't think so, I think he got out, in fact I'm sure of it," she smiled. "He's probably at his house right now." Daryl hated people riding on false hope, he wanted to set her straight, if it wasn't from his tired state, he probably would have. "You should have seen his house, it was amazing!" her voice sounded excited, which was a first since he had met her. She sounded like a cute child. "It was a huge farm, far out where no one ever went, it had cows, fresh water supply, he also had generators put in so it could heat up the water. It was great."
Even to Daryl that sounded like a decent place to live. Then something hit him, no one ever went, that raced around in his head for a while, if no one went there, then Walkers wouldn't know it was there, that could be their new camp area. It was perfect. After some rambling he didn't pay attention to, Brooke gave a huge yawn, fighting the urge to close her eyes.
"Done," he sighed, finished with the wrapping of her ankle.
"Thank you," she smiled, sweetly.
"Now get some sleep," he got up and retrieved his cross bow, sitting by the exit of the tent. Brooke seemed confused as to why he didn't want to talk anymore, but thought it was probably best to do what he said, so she laid down on the bed, which was the same smell as Daryl, but less overpowering. Clearly he didn't want her sleeping in Merle's bed, and she didn't want to either. That would be disrespectful. So she closed her eyes, and instantly fell asleep.
Daryl watched her for a moment before sighing and looking out the small gap in the tent door, everything was going wrong, but luckily, Brooke just might of come up with a solution for the time being. That farm sounded perfect to start the new campsite, even for only a few days. It was better than where they were now. He could have to somehow convince her to take them there, but would have to do so in the morning. Right then, he was more concerned that she got some sleep, or she would be helpful to no one.
As the night went on, Daryl had spent most of the time thinking about his brother, occasionally watching Brooke stir in her sleep. It had been hours, and there had been no sign of Walkers, Shane was keeping watch for the group also, so Daryl used this time to sleep, he crept onto Merle's bed, placing his cross bow close beside it. He leant his head on the pillow and gave a big sigh, looking at Brooke once more before falling asleep himself.
Hope you like this chapter :) Next one will come soon! I'm getting ready for tonight's episode. In the UK we're an episode behind, and someone gave me a spoiler recently D: lol please ask before you say lol I love the show and would like to find out things while I watch it. Thanks! Please leave a review, and thank youu for reading! xx
