A/N: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's chapter 6!
Haha yeah chapter 6, the last edit before the story can continue :D hurray :)
As always I hope you enjoy this chapter and feel free to leave a review :)
Disclaimer: Don't own walking dead unfortunately :( Kirkland and AMC do, the lucky buggers :3
Daryls POV
"Please no more dad!"
Daryl cried out as his father lashed the belt against his back again, the pain was agonising, but what was worse was the fact he didnt know why he was being whipped. Normally his dad would wait until something happened before hitting him, but recently it was becoming more and more common for his dad to just lash out at him. He screamed out as his father striked him yet again.
"Don't be such a fucking pussy boy! Dixons don't cry, not even fucked up ones like ya!"
Daryl recoiled back from his fathers verbal abuse, the words hurting him more than the belt. He whimpered and curled into a ball on the ground, praying his father would leave him alone if he curled up small enough, but he had no such luck.
"Tha fuck ya think yer doin' boy!"
A shrill scream sliced the air as Daryl's father sunk his boot into his back.
"Stop whimpering like yer ma! Face me and take it like a man!"
Again his father kicked his back. The pain was making his body go numb, until eventually his fathers kicks just felt like pressure on his back, rather than the agonising pain it was in reality.
Daryl must have passed out sometime between his dad kicking him, and bringing cigarette butts into contact with his fresh whip wounds. For when he woke up he was still lying on the floor and all was silent apart from the muffled sounds of his father screwing another useless whore.
Quietly as he could he stood up on shaky legs and headed out the front door. As soon as he was outside the house he made a mad dash for the forest. The one place he was safe in his hellish world. Daryl didn't stop running when he reached the forest though, he just kept running and running until his legs could no longer support his weight and he collapsed onto the ground, where he curled into a ball and cried himself to sleep. Again.
When Daryl woke up he found himself to no longer be lying on the forest floor, but rather in a bed in a small prison cell. He sat bolt upright, completely disoriented, until he looked over to his right to see a familiar face sitting asleep in the chair next to his bed. Memories of the previous events came flooding back to him. Kissing Carol. Hunting. Tyreese. Yes, Daryl remembered it all now, but it still didn't explain how the hell he ended up in a cell, with his hand bandaged and a splitting sore head.
"Fuck.."
He quietly mumbled to himself when he started to get light headed from sitting up so quickly. Although he mustn't have been as quiet as he thought, because as soon as the words left his mouth Carol shot upright from her perch on his chair and stared at him in disbelief, before pouncing on him. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. The momentum knocked Daryl over, and unintentionally left him lying on the bed with Carol practically straddling him.
At first Daryl was rigid from the unexpected contact, but tried to snap out of it, the memory of his dads belt still vivid in his memory. He mentally shook himself. This was Carol god damn it. She would never hurt him. So he wrapped his arm around Carols waist, effectively pulling her closer to him. They just stayed like that for a few peaceful moments before Carols body started to shake against him, lightly at first, but quickly developing into heavy sobs that wrecked through her body. 'Shit' he thought to himself, he wasn't the best at this type of thing. To put it truthfully honest though, he didn't have a fucking clue where to even start to comfort her in this situation. So instead he just lay there, gently rubbing circles with his thumb along her back.
Carols POV
Carol couldn't believe it, she thought at first her mind had just imagined the soft cussing of the hunter. However she shot upright anyways with the hope that he really had woken up. When she saw that he was sitting on the bed holding his head adrenalin pumped through her at the sight and she practically tackled him onto the bed. The chair falling behind her. She didn't even speak, just lay contently ontop of him, because right then she started to cry, lightly at first, but ended in full on LOUD sobs. She couldn't control herself though, the fact that she knew he would be ok had been too overwhelming for her.
Carol wasn't aware of how long she had cried before starting to gain control of herself again. From the start she had felt Daryl rub small circles on her back, which at first had made her cry harder, but eventually calmed down her sobs to small little sniffles every now and then.
"Ya ok?"
She could hear the concern in his voice and she nearly started to baul again. Tears started to form in her eyes when she heard Daryl continue to speak, obviously aware of the tears about to fall.
"Oh no ya don't, I've had enough of yer cryin' for one day."
Carol smiled and hit his chest playfully before wiping her eyes, she heard him chuckle lightly and that made her smile even more.
"Oh shut up"
She winked at him, still playful before suddenly turning serious on him, reality sinking in.
"I was so scared Daryl. I-I thought I would lose you. I don't know what I'd ever do if that happend."
"Shhh it's ok, I'm not leavin' ya any time soon"
Daryl's words soothed her, despite the fact she wanted to cry. She held the tears in though because she didn't want to make it awkward between them. Not that it could get anymore awkward at the moment, with her lying on top of him. Practically stradling him. Not that she wouldn't mind stradling him, she had certainly had a LOT of dreams doing far more than just straddling Daryl. But they had only been going out officially for a day. A bit soon to have sex, even in the apocalypse. So instead she just continued to lie ontop of him, and Daryl continued to rub soothing circles on her back. She hadn't realised how tired she had become until she found herself falling asleep, ontop of Daryl, with his arm protectively around her waist.
When Carol woke she felt pleasently rested, but very disoriented. She sat up on the bed. It took her a couple of minutes to realise that she was in Daryl's bed, all beit alone, but still Daryl's bed all the same. She couldn't help herself from bending down and taking a long inhale from his matress, it smelt like him. Like home.
"Ya know if yer gunna start smelling my stuff then yer probably gunna have ta wash 'em more"
Carol instantly froze, heat creeping onto her face. She couldn't have been more mortified. She had just been caught by Daryl in the act of sniffing his mattress for Gods sake. Nothing screams 'crazy girlfriend' more than that. Carol honestly had no idea how to react to this situation, so instead she just sat there on his bed, completely unmoving, not entirely sure how that was going to help her case seeing as he already knew she was awake. She heard light shuffling behind her before a change of weight occurred on the bed. She yelped slightly in surprise as Daryl stealthily wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down so her head was lying on his chest. She felt his chest rumble under her slightly as he chuckled lightly, from catching her sniffing his mattress or from her reaction to him grabbing her, she didn't know, but she planned on finding out.
"And what are you laughing at Mr Dixon?"
Carol shifted slightly so she could angle her head to look at him properly, she mustered up the most serious face she could. It must have worked because as soon as he looked down at her he stopped laughing.
"'m not laughing."
Was his matter of fact answer. Smart ass. But she planned to make him pay for this.
"Yes you were!"
She exclaimed at him, surprising herself with how angry she actually sounded. She should have done drama in school. Carol watched as he winced ever so slightly at her tone and she felt a slight pang of guilt for falsely making him think she was angry, but she wasn't about to cave yet, she was going to make him suffer more than that.
"How would you know, ya were to busy sniffing my mattress!"
OH! So that's how he's going to play it then. That was such a low hit. Even if it was true. Well two can play at this game.
"Well it's not like you don't go snooping around in my room looking for something to please yourself with!"
She felt Daryl tense monumentally and suddenly found herself uncomfortable with the situation too. Without another word he got up off the bed and walked to the other side of the cell. Carol instantly regretted saying that because she missed his body next to hers, but it was all she could think of in the heat of the moment.
There was a long and painful silence between them before Carol spoke.
"I was only joking when I was being mad."
Carol mumbled, when she looked up she saw Daryl staring at her, he looked like he was in pain. At first she thought it was because of the situation between them. And then she saw it.
Along Daryls side there was a hole in his shirt and blood was seeping out around it.
"Oh my god Daryl! What happened?"
Her voice was laced with concern and she could immediately feel tears forming in her eyes.
"Ain' nothin woman"
He barked back weakly.
"Oh no. Don't you dare start that Daryl! Not now."
Any tears that had been building up were quickly forgotten and replaced with rage at the fact that he hadn't told her about this.
"Sit down right now and take your shirt off"
Carol didnt miss the wild panic and fear that crosed his face at the mention of taking his shirt off.
"I said it ain' nothing"
He didn't sound angry, just scared. Carol realised that Daryl didn't know. He didnt know that she'd already seen his scars and loved him even more for them. She supposed there was no better time than the present to let him know.
"Daryl, I've already seen them."
Her voice was barely audible but he must have heard her because he stiffly nodded and suddenly he was walking towards her while taking his shirt off. He still looked extremely uncomfortable knowing all his scars were on show, and that made her heart break for him. Knowing that he was so ashamed of scars that should make him proud, to say to people that he lived through that.
"Make it quick"
Was his curt reply and she didn't hesitate, she instantly patted the bed signalling for him to sit and she got up to get the small first aid kit in his room. Rick had insisted on keeping a basic first aid kit in everyone's cell, just for minor things, and for in the case of an emergency that we wouldn't have to wait long with no medical supplies at all. Once she had grabbed the kit she turned to him and began to examine the wound, it wasn't deep but it would still need stitches, it also looked like someone had used a small knife to cause it. As Carol began to clean it she spoke softly to him.
"Who did it?"
Carol didnt need to say what she was asking about because she knew Daryl would know she was talking out the wound.
"Tyreese. I was walking past his cell when he shoved a piece of metal from the bunk into it. Didn' say nothin to tha others cause I didn't want 'em fussing round me. So I pulled it out and shoved it through his hand."
Carol couldn't believe what he was telling her, but she didnt speak, knowing he hadn't finished.
"Bitch started crying out, screaming for Rick and Hershel. When they got there Rick glared at me as Tyreese tried to say how I just walked right over to him and shoved it straight through his hand. Rick believed him, having not noticed my side, Hershel however did notice and really quiet angrily pointed it out ta him. Rick tried to apologise but I just stormed off back to my cell."
Carol couldn't contain her anger that was boiling inside her.
"How did Rick believe him over you!"
Her voice sounded venomous.
"I don't know Carol but it doesn' matter anyways, I don't exactly have a high reputation in this place anyways."
That's the final straw that did it for Carol. She hated it when Daryl thought lower of himself. She made quick work of cleaning and stitching his wound. She then stood up swiftly, placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and walked out of his cell. Plan already in her head. How dare he. How dare Rick do that. No one spoke about her Daryl like that without paying the price. And Rick was going to pay big time.
A/N: So what did you guys think of this chapter? I'm so sorry how much of a dick I'm making Tyreese but I just need him to be one for a bit, I have a really good idea of what to do to him later on in the story so yeah :3
Finally I can begin to do new chapters, I've just sickened myself with these ones ;)
Now I'm away to eat food :3
haha reviews appreciated :)
