Daryl laid in bed, staring at the ceiling…for the past two hours. Hershel managed to patch him up and treat his wound, he could oddly feel his pulse underneath the cloth pressing against his skin…it felt weird. He ate the dinner Carol brought him a while ago, it was pretty good he'll have to admit. He wanted a little more but he didn't want to get up.

He had his back towards the door but he heard the sound of heavy boots entering the room. He closed his eyes to pretend he was asleep, he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now…until he heard a familiar voice.

"No need to pretend to be sleeping, little Darlina.I know you're awake."

He opened his eyes and saw his older brother Merle, a tall Caucasian shaved head redneck with shaggy clothing, sitting in front him. He was playing with a little hunting knife in his hand, twirling it around. Daryl groaned at the sight.

"What'cha doing here, little brother? Got a boo-boo? Want me to kiss it to make it better?" Merle mocked in a baby voice. "Or did that Sheriff already do that?"

Daryl didn't reply, he just glared at the illusion of his older brother.

"You know, it's just killing me to look at you like this. It really hurts me. All of those years of teaching you my religion and teaching you how to be a man! Wasted! It's all wasted. You've grown into a pussy bitch, that's what you are now." Merle placed the hunting knife in his boot and got up from the chair, pacing around the room. "You actually think that these people care about you, patching you up and giving you a hot meal. We ain't no charity!"

"They are doing more than you ever did." Daryl replied.

"HA! Oh was that supposed to hurt me? What? Was I supposed to bring you some fancy good dinner and kiss you goodnight like that mouse did? You are a weak son of a bitch, I taught you better than this."

"You're not real."

Merle chuckled under his breath. "Not real? Oh you're just saying I'm a figment of your imagination. Ok, ok I see how that is." Merle straighten his shirt and stepped beside the bed, Daryl used his elbows to prop himself up. Suddenly, Merle jumped on Daryl who was unguarded. Merle yanked Daryl's hair causing Daryl to groan and grab his hand, trying to get him off.

"You're saying I'm not real?! Huh, little brother?!"

"Get the fuck off me."

"Then get me off, bitch." Merle spat at him. "Get me off! Or you can call your little Sherriff buddy to get me off, that'll be a rematch I've been dying for!" He laughed as he saw Daryl struggling to get him off. "What about that little minx Robin?"

Daryl stopped when Merle said her name, making him grin. "Ah so you like the little minx huh? That's the reason why you didn't kill her when you had a chance."

"She had a kid with her!"

"Nah-ah-ah, don't use the little mouse. I've seen the way you look at her. You're just dying to bring her to bed just like how she wanted to give you that blowjob."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Daryl spat at him with rage.

"Tell me I'm fucking lying! You want to screw that minx ever since she went hunting with you, face it, you are just like me but you are just pathetic."

Daryl managed to grab Merle's shirt and flipped him over, causing them to fall off the bed. Daryl was expecting for Merle's body to break his fall but instead his face hit the cold wooden floor and his body collapsed. He groaned loudly in pain as the pain of his waist throbbed strong, he grabbed his waist and rolled on his back. He breathed deeply to calm down, he wasn't real.

It was just a dream.

"Daryl!?" Robin quickly came into the room and saw him on the ground in pain. With a swift movement, she hooked her arms underneath his and hoisted him up. "Come on, big boy, let's get you back to bed."

"Let me go!" Daryl pushed her off, causing him to land on his knees and she clashed into the nightstand, the lamp shook by the clash but she manage to grab the tray of a dirty dish before it hit on the ground. Maggie would kill them if the dish broke.

She turned her attention back to Daryl; "What is your problem? I'm just trying to help." She quickly went to help him get back on the bed but Daryl managed to get back on the bed on his own.

"I don't need your help. I don't need you or your 6 year old brat."

"Wait, Clementine is 10."

"I don't give a fuck! Just go!"

"Why are you like this? Why do you refuse to let people help you?" Robin argued.

"I said just go, you fucking bitch!"

They both glared at each other, Robin shook her head and sighed. She couldn't do anything about him, he was a hopeless case. "You know what fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm done."

Robin left, leaving Daryl alone one again.

Sorry if its a little short~, next chapter will be long I promise!