Savior stabs Daryl in the shoulder
There was no doubt that Sasha was worried.
There she and Abraham were, standing with their hands up and staring death in the face with no way out. Daryl was nowhere in sight and she was beginning to think something bad happened to him.
Before the greasy man on a motorcycle could say one more word, there was a big explosion that sent Sasha and Abraham reeling back from the force.
She fell to her knees from the impact and strained to gain her balance.
"Whut tha hell…" Abraham started as he looked around not finding the source of the explosion.
Sasha regained her balance and followed the cautious redhead only to find Daryl with a rocket launcher in hand and a sour look on his face.
"Sum'bitch was tougher than he looked." He grumbled.
She could only laugh and saddle up next to him; he gave her a quick glance and bit his lip at her proximity.
"Let's get you patched up at home." She said as she pressed a cloth to his wound.
"Yes ma'am." He grinned.
She laughed and heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally, after everything that happened that night, Daryl could finally get patched up like Sasha commanded earlier.
This was what he kept focusing on: Ah gotta git patched up.
If he would have taken time to think longer about the fact that his home had been attacked by walkers, or that Jessie and her family were killed (not that he would miss her), or that Carl was shot in the eye and was currently in a coma, he would have lost his mind. There was only so many things he could wrap his head around at the moment and all of that would have to wait.
What he wanted to do was go to the infirmary, have his woman take care of his wound, go home, and he wanted to make sure that she was close by tonight. He would make sure she ate. He always did. And, he would make sure she told him about everything she experienced that night. He noticed a while back that doing that calms her down and allows her to regain a certain amount of control over rather dark times. It also helps that the sound of her voice relaxes him, regardless of what she's talking about.
"Hey," Denise came over to him, "what am I looking at?"
"Ah was stabbed," he tired reaching to show her since he was covered in the blood of God knows how many walkers, "right there." He grunted at both the soreness from stabbing countless walkers in the head for hours and the sting of the stab wound currently inflamed on his shoulder.
"I see," Using a disinfectant, she wiped at the blood surrounding the wound to get a better look, "It's not too bad. You just need stiches and rest."
He only hummed in response as she gathered the supplies, silently hoping that Sasha was here. He hates needles.
"You ready?" She asked after she threaded the needle.
"Hey Denise," Sasha interrupted right on time, "I can do it," she offered and Denise looked ready to protest, "It's not a big deal. Really."
Looking back and forth between the archer and the sniper, she figured with the help of her behavioral science classes back when she was in college that the two were very much hoping to be alone at the moment. She nodded and made sure Sasha had everything she needed before heading out to check on Carl.
"Yew jus in time woman." He snorted.
"Aww, you thought I was going to stand you up?" She jeered as she wiped his back clean.
"Never." He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. "Talk ta me. Tell me whut happened out there."
From there, she went on to tell him about her and Abraham saving Glenn, using all of their ammo to kill the walkers heading toward the infirmary, witnessing Michonne cut down at least 100 walkers by herself, and almost getting bitten if it weren't for Rosita having her back.
Her smooth distinct voice dulled the pain from the needle and helped him focus on something bigger than his irrational fear.
Ever so often, she would give him a rest, gently wipe the excess blood from the wound, and give him a feathery kiss before she continued.
Eventually, she finished and they cleaned the mess she made before heading back to their home which was now surrounded by countless decaying bodies.
They showered. They dried each other, and helped each other get ready for bed.
Once they reached the bed, he stopped her before she crawled in and kissed her on her soft lips. They pulled away from each other and she brushed her fingers against his neck before tugging his hand so that he could follow her to bed.
She laid down and pulled on his shoulders so that he was positioned on top of her and comfortably laying in the space between her legs. He continued to get comfortable with his arms wrapped around her slim waist and his head resting over her beating heart.
"Ah love yew." He whispered before planting a kiss on her chest.
"I know." She said, earning a scoff and a lick to her chin.
She pinched his side playfully and wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders before kissing his hair.
Gross, she thought.
She loves it.