Chapter 11 wow people you making me wanna wright more! Thank you! I'm not too sure on this chapter but this one is mainly about Tiffany because she is related towards the carly story. But I promise it will get more carly soon if you beautiful people keep reviewing!
Chapter 11: What did I miss?
"Carol keep checking his pulse" Maggie ordered as she pumped Tiffany's blood into Daryl.
What seemed like forever were only a few minutes before Carol started to feel Daryl pulse beat more with life.
"Its working" Carol gasped and her tears seemed more like dry ones now. Maggie looked up from what she was doing with a shocked face and then to Tiffany's smirking face.
"Told ya" Tiffany broke the silence.
"I think that will do it" Maggie smiled to Tiffany while putting her equipment away. "You need to stay by this bed, we might need you again. I'll leave you three too it" Maggie continued.
"Thank you, Maggie" Carol looked at Maggie and knew Hershel would be proud.
"I think its Tiffany you should be thanking" Maggie smiled and closed the door steady behind her.
Carol looked over to Tiffany. How did she know she had the same blood type as Daryl? Did she just assume and hope for the best. Why did she even save this total stranger towards her in the first place; she did shoot Daryl after all.
"Your welcome" Tiffany snapped Carol out her thoughts. Tiffany smirk seemed somewhat familiar.
"I was getting there" Carol friendly said. Tiffany stood without a struggle. Carol didn't notice until now but Tiffany was so small compare to the average sixteen or seventeen teenager.
"Maggie said you need to stay put" Carol reminded while Tiffany chuckled.
"I'll leave ya too it with ya husband. I suppose Dick– ...Rick" Tiffany coughed and corrected herself. "Wants a word with me" She continued and rolled her eyes.
Carol smiled at how Tiffany thought Daryl was Carol husband. Hell this Tiffany girl wasn't so bad.
"Ya know, nothing can kill a Dixon but a Dixon but also nothing can save a Dixon but a Dixon" Tiffany said and walked out the room before Carol could reply.
Carol looked at Daryl and though on what Tiffany said. If nothing can save a Dixon but a Dixon then Tiffany must be a Dixon. Right? Because Tiffany saved Daryl and only a Dixon could do that. Dixon Dixon Dixon the word was getting too much for Carol's head.
"I'll be back" Carol whispered and kissed his forehead. Daryl will be up in a couple of hours or even days so it's safe to say Carol will be there when he wakes up. She opened the door to find the rest of the group sitting at another living room opposite her bedroom.
"Beth?" Carol called but didn't leave the bedroom door.
"Is everything okay?" Beth came running with a worried look printed on her face.
"Everything is fine. Can you sit with him for a couple of minutes I really need to find Tiffany" Carol hoped Beth would understand.
"Sure. Tiffany is in there, she is one heck of a trouble maker" Beth pointed towards the living room and then past Carol and into their room to keep an eye on Daryl.
Carol walked into the living room to find everyone sitting down discussing the latest events. Carol scanned the room until she found Tiffany; Tiffany smiled and winked as if to say Carol worked it out. But how? How could Tiffany be a Dixon? Carol sat down next to Tiffany and smiled back.
"Tiffany, how old are you?" Rick asked as everyone started to quieten down.
"Sixteen I think" Tiffany huffed.
"Have you been on your own?" Rick asked again. He wanted to know about Tiffany before he led her into their group.
"I have been for years. Except the beginnin', I was survivin' along with my boyfriend" Tiffany looked down.
"And he is, where?" Michonne spoke up.
"A week after the world went to hell. I shot him in the leg" Tiffany replied. Glenn scoffed loudly making everyone look at him.
"What? Ya got a thing with shooting people" Glenn backed himself up from getting into trouble.
"Tell us about yourself, your life before an everything. It's interesting" Maggie nodded wanting her to go on.
"I was adopted; my dad was a scientist and my mom did odd jobs around the state. We lived in California for a couple of years and then when I turned twelve we moved to New York. Suddenly when I turned thirteen my 'dad' found out the end of the world was going to happen soon involving walkers" Tiffany started.
"Wait, so your dad knew walkers where going to happen? Why didn't they warn the world? Make it stop, anything?" Carl asked.
"My 'dad' and other scientists weren't allowed to tell the world, I don't know why but they weren't. They couldn't stop it, the damage was already done. My 'dad' told me and my boyfriend though; he took us out of school for months to train how to survive. We moved to Georgia and did loads of training routines. 'Dad' loaded up loads of houses to survive in; he showed me the way around the country. We where in Atlanta when it started, my boyfriend and I did the route we where practicing for weeks. We both got out okay and went to house number two because number one was already surrounded of the things. Then what did my boyfriend do? He went off with a small group called Woodbury that's when I shot him in the leg; he started getting violent towards me. I didn't follow the group and him, 'dad' said don't join the damn things. After that I travelled the country and now here I am" Tiffany swallowed a breath realising how long she had been talking for.
"So how do you know Merle?" Rick asked. Everyone embraced themselves as this was the question they all had been waiting for. Tiffany chuckled.
"Merle's my dad" Tiffany replied.
Carol retrieved Beth from their room and went and sat beside Daryl. The words that came out of Tiffany's mouth where slow for Carol to register but in the end it all made sense. The way she said walkers, the way she seemed to act like Merle in somewhat way. The blood for Daryl and then the nothing can kill a Dixon but a Dixon. It all seemed just so right, just so true. Tiffany was Carol niece in some way. Daryl was Tiffany's uncle. After the words left Tiffany lips Rick went mad, he pinned her towards the wall.
"Prove it!" Rick shouted in Tiffany's face.
"I just did with the damn blood" Tiffany proved us all once again. Rick pulled away and thought for a moment. She really was Merle's daughter.
And now here she was waiting for Daryl to wake up. She wanted to tell him. Heck she even promised that she would tell him anything. But telling him that Tiffany the girl that shot him is his brother's daughter is going to be crazy. Would he even believe it or would he completely think it was a joke. Carol looked down as his hand twitched into hers.
"Daryl" Carol said softly. Daryl opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her being there with him.
"Where is that girl, she shot me" Daryl started to sit up but Carol stopped him.
"It's okay. The girl is here, she saved you" Carol felt him relax in her arms. "I thought I lost you" Carol started to cry.
"Nothing can kill a Dixon but a Dixon" Daryl watched as Carol rolled her eyes and smirked and how many times she god damn heard that today "Tyrese is dead" He continued. Carol nodded and leaned in to kiss him. There lips moved against each other in a rhythm; Daryl then moved his hand and squished her ass making her moan and then pulling away with high eyebrows.
"So, what did I miss?" Daryl asked and felt Carol body chuckle weirdly against his.
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