DARYL POV
She shouldn't affect me so much. The way she played with her hair, the way she played with mine, the way she looked at me, the way her hand felt on my arm, I hated it. She made me feel vulnerable and stupid. I was not a man that was easily embarrassed, but she knew all the right buttons to push. She got under my skin in a way that couldn't be healthy. I couldn't let her in, I had to drive her away. But how? I was bitter, cruel, emotionally degrading, but she knew that was just part of who I was. I insulted her, she returned it, like some fucked up game of tennis. Everything I used on other people made her laugh. It didn't matter though, I would find a way, I always did. She'd run away in the end. She pulled me out of my thoughts, trying to sit without pulling her stitches.
She sat down beside me again, straining from the pain of her wound. She was one tough bitch, she refused to be held back by it. "Quite a bit of walker activity on the west fence." She said quietly trying to keep her voice free of pain. "Want to go check it out?" I asked, glancing in that direction. "Probably better. Might be the start to one of those herds, even this place couldn't stand up to something like that." So she had seen them too, alone, and survived. "You've seen them too?" I asked helping her to her feet. She protested at first claiming she was fine and didn't need my help, but I insisted. "Yeah, I covered myself in their blood, for camouflage, and climbed a tree, they barely noticed. That was just before I got here." I shot her a concerned look. "They headed North, away from the prison, I headed South, and made it here." That was reassuring. We called for Glenn and Maggie's shift and headed to the west side to check things out. Norah and I thinned them out, but I was curious about why they had gathered there in the first place. We examined the area before deciding to turn in for the evening.