Chapter 11: Ain't No Saint

I was just about to close my eyes again, sleep wanting to claim me, when I heard to door slam open. I couldn't see over there from where I was lying and I started to panic slightly. I had no weapon anymore.

"It's alright Girly, its jus Daryl. Waita go baby brother! Ya scared her half ta death. Considerin she's perty darn close ta that we should be lucky she didn't pass out again" Merle said walking out of my line of sight.

Now if I could just lift my head and look at them...I could see what he looks like, or if Daryl spoke, I could hear if he was the Angel.

"I found a bag, ain't sure if it's hers though. Gotta few canned veggies, half a bottle a water in it. An' I found a vendin' machine. Got us some chips an' a couple cans a pop...was a gol' mine really" there he was...I could hear his voice clear as day, he was real.

He didn't seem to care that he scared me...but I didn't care, because the sound of his voice seemed to have calmed my mind almost right away. They were talking a few feet away from me, but I still couldn't see them.

Yes, it was him...my Angel. Well it was Daryl...I knew his name now, I didn't know if that meant I couldn't call him Angel now. I still loved hearing his voice. His touch brought me out of the darkness I had been slipping into. I owed him more than my life, but they didn't know that.

"Gotta sit up now Darlin' we got ya some water" Merle said coming back over to me, I just groaned and shook my head...there was no way in hell I was gonna sit up.

I had been just preparing myself to stand, I wanted to skip the slow agonizing steps and jump right to the one that will be the most painful. I figured a whole lot of pain at once would be better than taking it in steps, I could handle that better.

"We ain't got time fir ya to lay 'round, Girl. Now git up and drink some of that damn water. Went all the way back down ther for it" Daryl snapped, coming over and tossing my bag at me.

I felt it hit the side of my leg and I looked to see him standing just in my line of sight now.

He didn't look that much like Merle; this man was younger, with brown-ish hair, he was squinting his blue eyes at me. Crossbow slung over his shoulder, he wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off much like Merles...maybe it was the family signature or something.

He was ruggedly handsome; and his eyes were guarded telling me he's been through a lot even before the whole damn apocalypse thing. He definitely didn't look like a saint that's for sure.

"How 'bout you stop glaring at me, and I'll think 'bout it" I snapped back smiling sweetly at him. I owed him...but my brothers taught me to never let anyone talk to me like that.

He may be my angel...but I've been told my pride gets the better of me all the time. Also the attitude I heard in his voice struck me wrong...it was the first time I heard that tone in his voice and I didn't like it.

"Merle, I didn' sign up for any of this crap, now git the bitch up so we can leave this shit hole city" he grunted and practically yelled at his big brother. He stormed over to the other side of the building.

"Ass" I muttered, slightly hurt the he called me a bitch...but maybe I'd get back at him for it later.

I sighed and tried not to think about the pain, as I made to move to lean up against the wall. I put my hand up to stop Merle from helping me...he'd done enough already, I didn't want them to think I was weaker than they already did.

"Agh, okay...water" I gasped out wrapping an arm around my stomach and reaching my other up for the bottle.

I sipped a little bit and handed it back, I knew if I tried to gulp it down I would be sick. I loved the feeling of the water sliding down my throat and feeling it go all the way down to my stomach, it woulda been better if it was cold...but oh well.

I moaned, closing my eyes and resting my head back on the wall. I could feel their eyes on me, watchin my every move. It made me blush with embarrassment that I just moaned...moaned, over water.

When I opened my eyes, I looked over to the youngest Dixon first. His eyes had gotten darker as he stared at me, and there was a slight smirk on his face, that made my cheeks redden even more.

I quickly averted my gaze from him to the older one crouching beside me with my bag.

"I'm not gonna eat... I'll need a sling or something if you guys expect me to walk" I was sure at least one of my ribs were broken...or maybe just cracked.

I didn't want to look and see if i was right just yet, my back felt bruised from the falls it's took, my head was still making me a bit dizzy but it wasn't nothin' I couldn't handle.

aahhh sorry for not posting for a while! im kinda stuck on writting chpt. 13... but i think i might be able to get thro it. figured i might as well post this one while i'm at it, im thinking 12 may be up soon as well. please REVEIW! maybe it'll help get me outa this writers block i got.