Hey guys! I wrote this after the S2E5 Chupacabra. Last two other chappies have been sexual leading so I wanted to make something cute.
Hope you guys enjoy.
R&R and happy reading!
It was getting late and slowly, but surely Alyson's anxiety was starting to get a grip of her. The only thing she could think of was how Daryl wasn't back yet and that made her nervous. She tried to keep her nerves in check, constantly telling herself that Daryl was more than capable of taking care of himself and that he could appear anytime now. There was no reason to worry... Daryl was fine and she was just over-thinking and over-worrying for no reason, but even as she told herself that, the feeling in her gut didn't help her calm down at all.
She sat in the patio swing next to Dale's RV and began braiding her high ponytail, trying to take her mind of her constant worry when she saw Glenn coming out of the RV. He wasn't looking too happy.
"H-Hey Glenn! What's wrong?" She stood up as he passed her, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face her.
"You okay?" She searched for his eyes as she asked him and he just sighed. As he was about to answer, Andrea interrupted.
"Walker!" She alerted once as she stood from her beach chair. Alyson looked at Glenn and Glenn back at her. The Walkers had found them.
"Walker" Andrea alerted once more, a little louder than before and their eyes turned to look at the forest edge. Glenn left immediately as Rick passed Alyson, looking over at Andrea while shading his eyes from the sun as he took a look to the field. Alyson saw Andrea pick up the binoculars and she quickly checked herself to make sure she had her gun and her knife with her.
"I bet I can nail it from here" She heard the blonde woman say and Rick quickly told her to desist from the idea. Shane quickly arrived to the scene, with T-Dog next to him, and Rick started arguing as Alyson took off in the direction of the flesh eater that was heading their way.
She ran without looking back, the feeling in her gut getting worst by the second. 'That walker came from the forest...' her brain kept screaming and tears started forming in her eyes, making her vision blurry, but she kept running, working her knife out of its sheath, gripping it tightly. 'Daryl! please be okay!' she thought, almost begging, as if he could hear her thoughts.
After running enough and closing the vast distance between her and the figure, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes took in the figure standing in front, five feet, of her. "Daryl?" she whispered more to herself than him. A thousands emotions rushed through her.
"Daryl!" she called his name as she rushed and closed the remaining between them. "You bit Dixon?" she asked, her hands on his cheek, slapping his face gently making him focus.
"What the hell you being so loud for woman" He snapped at her as he gently moved her hands away, staining her skin with dirt and blood.
"Daryl you're hurt!" she yelped as she saw the tourniquet around his torso. He was bleeding and she needed to get him to Hershel as fast as she could.
"Is that Daryl?" Alyson heard Glenn ask and she quickly turned around and saw Rick pointing his gun at Daryl. She stood between the two men before giving 3 steps towards Rick.
"No Rick put the gun down! He's hur-" she stopped with Daryl interrupting her.
"It's the third time you're pointing that thing to my head, you gonna pull the trigger or what" He growled at Rick and Alyson turned to hold him back and keep him from walking, placing a hand on his chest gently once the ex-sheriff lowered his gun. "Daryl calm down! we're gonn-" Her words got drowned by the sound of gun-shot as Daryl fell down to the ground. Her heart stopped as did her brain. She felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. She couldn't breath.
"No! no no no no no no! Daryl!" She called after him after she snapped. It felt like forever. She fell to her knees next to him, grabbing his shirt and shaking him as tears started flowing free from her eyes while she kept on calling his name desperately. She couldn't just let him die.
"Don't die on me" she sobbed as her ears picked the sound of an equally desperate Rick rushing to them. "Glenn hold her back!" Rick yelled and Glenn quickly moved to grab Alyson by the waist while Shane stepped in to help Rick pick Daryl up.
"I was kidding" Daryl told them as the two other men grabbed his arms and lifted him up, ready to carry him, but he quickly passed out.
"Calm down Aly" Glenn whispered to Alyson as she sobbed uncontrollably and struggled against his hold, trying to reach for the man Shane and Rick carried. "He gonna be okay. He can't die so easily" he kept on telling her, but she just cried even harder.
"OH MY GOD!" Alyson picked up and looked up to see Andrea and Dale running towards them. "OH MY GOD IS HE DEAD?!" she asked stopping in front of them and Alyson sent her a hateful look as she struggled some more against Glenn.
"YOU STUPID BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Alyson screamed and she broke free from Glenn's grasp and launched herself at Andrea, but T-Dog was faster and pulled her back hard, holding her down. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM ANDREA. RICK TOLD YOU NOT TO SHOOT! WHAT ARE YOU?! FUCKING DEAF?!" she kept insulting and Dale stepped in the middle trying to talk some reason into Alyson as she kept crying in anger and desperation.
Daryl was hurt and that made her heart ache. She didn't want him to leave her behind. He didn't have the right to do that. He told her once that he would be there for her, so he just couldn't leave her now and if he did, she was going to kick his ass and shoot him in the head herself, but she wasn't going to allow him to leave her.
Glenn took Alyson once more as they started moving. "He's just unconscious. Andrea only grazed him" Rick said and Glenn pointed to Daryl's neck with his free hand as he handed Alyson his crossbow for her to hold, pushing her back gently to Dale to keep her from reaching Andrea.
"What the hell happened? He's wearing ears" Glenn said and Rick quickly took the ear necklace from Daryl's neck and hid them, telling the rest of the group to keep it to themselves.
Dale kept talking some sense into Alyson and she just nodded at everything he said, trying her best to calm down and breathe.
"Guys... Isn't this Sofia's" Everyone turned back to look at T-Dog who had Sofia's Doll in his hand, showing it to all of them, making sure.
The door to Daryl's room opened up slowly as Alyson made her way in quietly. Daryl was sleeping in the bed, apparently sedated. She took in the bandage wrapped around his head. She had to take in a deep breath and blink a few times to keep the tears at bay. She did not feel like crying anymore. Daryl was in that bed, hurted and looking like crap, but he was alive and he was going to be okay, just like Glenn told her.
Pulling a chair close to the bed, she sat down, bringing her knees to her chest as she rested her chin on her knees while looking at him. A small chuckle escaped her lips. Maybe if she had met him that day in that bed, she wouldn't believe that he was a major jackass and that he had an attitude problem, but she was grateful that he, even when he would be mean and childish with her, came into her life.
Many times Alyson wondered who and how was Daryl before everything went to hell. Did he had a good life? Did he had a girlfriend? What did he do in his daily life?. She often wished she was able to meet him before the world ended. Maybe back when she was younger. Back when she spent her nights out in the streets, sometimes not wanting to have to go back to that "home" she was placed in. Life had been pretty shitty back then. It wasn't until she was eighteen that life got a bit better for her. She had met her ex boyfriend back when she was sixteen and they were good friends before becoming engaged with him. He had helped her through a lot, but when things between them ended she just got up and left, making a life of her own after moving to Atlanta. She left her studies back in NY when she decided to start anew and even when sometimes she had to work three part-time jobs, she regretted nothing in her life or her decision.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes as they started to feel heavy and he gently lifted her arms up placing them on her knees, slowly resting her head in her arms and closing her eyes, not knowing she would fall in a deep slumber as the events of the day took a toll on her mind.
"So! you're awake!" she smiled as she stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest.
"You here to bitch and moan Fey?" Daryl asked, taking in her appearance, noticing she had one of his shirts on, tucked under her jeans and her hair was down, resting in one of her shoulders. "EY! why the hell you wearing my clothes Fey!" he asked her annoyed and she shrugged sitting back in the chair she took her nap before.
"My shirts are not dried yet" she told him truthfully and the room went quiet for a while.
She wanted to tell him so many things. Insult him and hug him and kill him and make him get better. It was funny because when she looked back, Daryl was not the type of person she would had wanted to get involved with, but what had happened before made her realize she had feelings for him and it was too late to stop them. It wasn't love exactly... or could it be?. The only thing she knew was that she almost lost him and she never wanted to go through that again or the feelings she had to face that day.
"I heard you went wild on Andrea" He told her, a slightly amused tone to his voice and she nodded with a big grin to her face.
"I was going to kick her blonde ass and send her to hell, but the guys stopped me" she rubbed her neck and pushed her hair back while answering him. "If I had known how to shoot your crossbow I would've put an arrow through her brain" she added.
"Want me to teach you?" He looked at her and awaited her response to which he earned a nod from her while she stood. "When do we start?" she asked right back at him while heading to the door.
"Tomorrow, so you better be ready" he said, watching her move her way out of the room. He didn't want her to go, but didn't know how to stop her. If he hadn't been hurt, he would've just block her way out or hold her back, but he was having a hard time moving and a hard time searching for words to make her stay.
"No! You're hurt and need rest Dixon" Alyson scolded him while she slowly opened the door. "I need you to get better fast Daryl, so you better rest and stay put, because if you don't, now that you're awake I will kick your ass" she told him slightly annoyed and stepped out the room closing the door half way before Daryl called out to her.
"Bed's big enough for two y'know" she heard him say and stepped into the room, looking at him confused.
"It's not the time to be thinking of sex Daryl" she said loud enough for him to hear and he glared at her. "It ain't what you think Fey!" he said as he moved the comforter, inviting her in.
"Whatever" she mumbled and began taking off her boots and her jeans. Daryl looked else where, trying to give her some privacy, before he felt the bedside opposite to his sink slightly under the girl's weight.
"I'm glad you didn't die on me today redneck" she told him playfully as she layed down and turned to look at him"
''S'not like I'm letting you get rid of me so easily" Daryl told her quietly and she smiled before turning back again to turn off the lamp on her side and finally closing her eyes.
Daryl turned slowly and turned off the lamp at his side as well, before turning back to his good side and staring at Alyson's back through the darkness. "Hey Fey..." he called, but she didn't turn or answer. "Hey!" she shook her this time and she turned slightly to look at the man disrupting her peace. "I thought we were going to sleep Dixon" she whispered to him, but he quickly leaned in and gave her a small peck on the lips."Goodnight Fey" he told her before closing his eyes, leaving Alyson smiling to herself and blushing at the cute action.
