I only wish i owned the walking dead, but sadly i do not.
"He's a better listener when he is sleeping." A soft voice said from the door. She looked up and saw Carol's face. Carol smiled at her and walked in. "I know we didn't get off on the right foot so I was wondering if you would like to start over. I'm Carol, Peltier." She said walking beside her and sitting down with her.
"Susan Demming." She smiled then looked back over at him.
"It may not be my place but this isn't your fault." She 's eyes begun to water and a few tears fell and she looked at Carol. "Yes it is. The person that caused this was my responsibility to kill a long time ago and I didn't and when he came back for me Daryl was only helping." She said putting her head back in between her arms. "I'm sorry I never meant for anyone to get hurt." She said whipping away her tears .
"Hey? He was helping you. Do you think he would have done that if he didn't care about you? I believe he knew exactly what the risk was but took it anyway." She said. "When we used to sleep on the ground by fires I never could sleep and I would hear Daryl call about for someone name Susan at least once a week. He was searching for you and now that he found you I don't see him letting anyone get in the way of that." She said putting an arm around Susan to comfort her.
Susan smiled then looked up at her. "Earlier you were holding a gun to my head. Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.
Carol laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that." Then her face changed and Susan saw the pride and sadness in her eyes. "There was a time Merle and Daryl Dixon kept to themselves and didn't help the group. That changed when Merle went out to Atlanta and Rick handcuffed him up on a building." Carol paused. "Daryl was angry but it was at that time he showed everyone how thoughtful he could be even though his tough guy act made him seem like a no good hick." She laughed.
"He means a lot to you doesn't he?" She asked.
"Well if it wasn't for him I would be dead or still looking for my Sophia. Daryl was the only one who believed she was alright. He was the only one who put his life on the line to find my little girl. And for that I will always be grateful. But I believe he means more to you." She said whipping away a tear. She got up and just before she left she turned to face Susan. "He really is a good listener. Talk to him maybe he will hear you." She then left.
The cell then got quiet and Susan was alone with Daryl. She didn't say anything. She wrapped her arms around her waist and looked over at him. He didn't move. She got up and sat by his side and smiled when she brushed the hair way from his eyes. They were closed but she could still picture them. She sat there for a moment and when the silence got to her the tears begun to fall.
"I'm sorry. I should have never let you follow me. I knew something would go wrong." She paused. She reached out and grabbed his hand that was laying on his chest. "Why has it always been like this for us. We could never lead a normal life." She said. She took a second and smiled. "You remember in the ninth grade when we ditched school and got lost behind that construction yard?" She laughed. "You told me it would be a good idea to walk up on that unfinished house's roof. I said it wasn't safe but you did it anyways and you fell through." She stopped and laughed. "We both laughed at the damage you made. Then the workers came and found you. You told me to run and I didn't hesitate." She paused again. "Even then when we barely knew each other you always had my back. And I never did thank you for all you have done for me." She said. She slid one hand into her pocket and touched the chain with a ring attached to it and pulled it out. "You know I still have the necklace. No matter how bad things got for me and Jack it was the one thing I couldn't sell." She smiled. She let go of his hand and walked back to the chair. She didn't want to leave and so she fell asleep in the chair.
"Susan?" She was awoken by a soft voice. She looked up and saw Carol standing in front of her. "You need to wake up." She said. "I want to show you something." She said taking her hand and pulling her up.
Carol and Susan walked out of the cell where Daryl was still unconscious and walked down the block. The approached the door where Carl was sitting and waiting for them. " Just don't tell my dad." He says as he opens the doors. Susan is still sleepy but is suddenly aware they are leaving the cell block.
"Where are we going?" She asked Carol.
"Well one we need more bandages and first aid things so we are going to get some and then I am going to let you use a shower." She smiled as she saw Susan's face glow.
"You guys have running water?"
"Not just that, its hot too." She laughed as they walked to the shower room.
When they walked in there where two doors that had chains on them and then another pair of doors. Susan looked around and saw each shower. They even had a certain attached. "You enjoy that and I'll be back." Carol said stepping out the other doors that led to the infirmary. Susan slowly walked over to a shower stall and turned it one. With in a few minutes she felt the water go over her getting warmer and warmer. She smiled and hummed to her self as she felt all the dirt come off her. For the first time in days she actually felt clean. When she was finished she found newer clothes that actually fit her form. She had found a black tank top and a pair of ripped jeans. They were sitting on the bench. Carol must had found them and left them. She dried her hair and pushed it into a side braid and fixed her bangs. She saw a broken mirror in the corner and when she looked in it she felt like her old self again.
"Well I would have never guessed." Carol said from behind her making her jump. "Such a nice frame under that dirt." She laughed. "Lets go Hershal really needs these supplies." She said as the two walked back.
"Carol. Why did you do this for me?" She asked.
"Well for two reasons. One everyone likes to feel like their old selves again and to prove a point to Rick that you are just a human being and you are''t dangerous." She smiled.
"The only problem with that may be the scars…" Carol noticed on her back and one on her chest.
"Oh.. That… stupid kid stuff." She answered. Then Carol gave her a look and Susan felt guilty. "Alright this one." she pointed to her chest. "I fell from a tree and a branch caught me on the way down only my skin ripped. It would have been a lot worse if Daryl hadn't caught me." She smiled running her finger along the long jaded scar. "Its funny because he had never stitched something before but he did just fine I guess." She said not realizing Carols shocked face.
"Wait… Daryl stitched that?" She asked.
"Yeah. I showed him how to do it. Granted his first try wasn't very good but he tried."
She laughed. She looked at her face as they walked. "OH. I made him practice on a bear first." She reassured her. They both smiled.
"And that one?" Carol asked pointing to the longer one on Susan's arm. "That one looks more professional." She stated.
"Well Daryl got used to stitching things up especially with that rough neck brother of his." She rolled her eyes. "But that one is actually a bullet mark." Carol's eyes widened. "Well, when you live in the neighborhood I did you get used to being shot or beat up." The Susan shut her mouth. "Could you not tell anyone what this one is from?" She asked.
"Sure, but why?" Carol asked.
Susan kept quiet for a minute. "Well its along story but short version if Daryl ever found out who shot at me he would get angrier then you have ever seen him. Trust me." She said looking forward and not looking at Carol.
"Do you mind me asking…" She paused.
"Merle did." Is all she said and Carol shut up and just looked forward. When they got to the cell block Carl opened the door an looked up at Susan.
