For a bit I'm only going to be posting one chapter a day because I have exams.
I'm glad you all like the story :) x
Carl came running down the hall like a bullet.
"Sam. It's supper time!" He smiled.
"Thanks Carl. Looks like your feeling better." I laughed. He nodded his head a few times then bolted back to the kitchen. I walked over and took a seat beside Glenn. It felt like I was being watched so I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Andrea glaring at me. "Is there something you'd like to say?" I said, making everyone freeze. Andrea narrowed her eyes and returned to eating. I shook my head and stood up with my plate.
"Thank you for the food, but I think I'll eat elsewhere." I said before I walked away and sat on the porch. I returned to my food when the door creaked open. I looked up to find T-Dog who was now bent over the railing of the porch.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Fine. Just tired of all this bullshit tension between everyone." He sighed. He stood up and walked away, going straight to his tent. I finished my food and brought my dish to the kitchen. Lori was cleaning up after everyone alone. I nudged her with my shoulder.
"Go rest for a bit. I got this." I said, taking the cloth from her hand.
"Thank you." She smiled as she left. I started washing the dishes, thinking about the walkers in the barn and Daryl. I picked up a utensil that was at the bottom of the sick, feeling a sharp pain in the palm of my hand. I dropped the utensil and pulled my hand out. There was a cut going across my right palm, bleeding badly. For fuck sakes. Carol walked up behind me and gasped.
"Hershal." She called out.
"What's the matter?" He asked as he walked in the room. I grabbed a dry dishcloth and pressed it against my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. Hershal walked over and grabbed my hand, peeking at the cut.
"Alright, lets get you stitched up." He said, pulling me to the room Daryl was in. Hershal opened the door and made me sit on the side of the bed. Daryl looked at me from behind a plate of food with a confused face.
"What's goin' on?" He said with a mouth full of food.
"Sam needs stitches.' Hershal said, taking the cloth off my hand to use a clean one to clean the cut. Daryl basically threw his food on the side table and sat up, hurting himself in the process.
"Daryl lay down. You're going to rip your stitches open if you aren't careful." Hershal warned. Daryl grunted, but listened to Hershal. He laid down on his side, sliding over to see how bad my hand was. Hershal got my hand to stop bleeding then started stitching it up. I clenched my hand into a tight fist and hit it against my leg to distract myself from the pain in my hand.
As I went to smack my leg again Daryl reached out and grabbed my wrist. I looked at him, trying to pull my arm back. His grip only tightened while his eyes burned into mine. I stopped struggling against him, letting my arm go limp in his hand. He slid is down and held mine. I shifted my eyes to look at our hands. His hand was much larger, calloused and dirty compared to my small, soft white hand. I squeezed his hand and waited for Hershal to finish.
"Alright. Your all stitched up. Be careful not to rip them open." Hershal said as he put down his tools and left. I let go of Daryl's hand and ran it across my stitches lightly. I looked back up at Daryl, who was staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You okay?" He asked, his eyes burning into mine.
"It's just a cut. I'll be alright." I said quietly.
"C'mere." He motioned for me to come closer to him so I shuffled over. He lifted my hand, inspecting the wound then sighed.
"I'm sorry about earlier." I blurted out, immediately regretting it.
"It's alright. You didn' know." He patted my leg.
I nodded a few times then remembered his food. "Shouldn't you finish that?" He picked up the plate with a smirk and started eating it again. I smiled and got up to leave. His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped eating.
"Where you goin'?" He asked.
"Thought you should finish eating and get some sleep. And that I should too." I said.
"Ya ain't even gonna say bye or nothing?" He smirked.
"Good night Daryl." I smiled. He rolled his eyes and pushed his food to the side. He threw a hand out and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him. We both reached together for a kiss. It felt rushed, but caring at the same time. His hands slid to my lower back, pulling me into a sitting position on the bed again. I brought my arms around his shoulders and my hands into his hair. His hands were like fire on my skin as he ran them across my back. I tried to grab a handful of his hair, forgetting about my stitches, and felt a piercing pain in my hand. I broke away and looked at my hand, which didn't look any different.
"Wha' the hell Sam?" Daryl glared.
"Fuck sakes. I forgot about my hand and pulled the stitches." I said. Daryl let out a roaring laugh as he pulled my in for a hug and a quick peck.
"Go t' the tent 'fore ya hurt yourself again." He laughed.
"Says the person who has to stay in the house all day tomorrow because he fell off a cliff!" I giggled as I left the house. I could hear Daryl cursing in the room as I walked outside. As I crossed the lawn I saw a few people still gathered around the fire. I'm too tired to deal with them right now. I walked straight to my tent and crawled to bed, instantly falling asleep.
