Let me just start off with the fact I know how unrealistic it is that Angel gets shot and stabbed so much but the drugs she was pumped with keeps her alive. Anyway now that I'm here with this shit with Sully and Daryl I wish I wouldn't have.

Yea I screwed myself with that. I honestly am very attached to Sully myself. The short, bad ass shit talking persona is something I love writing. I'll figure it out though and hope everyone will be happy with it. Please if you have any comments on the two tell me. Anyhow I'll let you get to it enjoy. :)

Chapter 7: Trippin'

Living a different way. You can't expect me to be the same.
Separating our lives and wondering why.
Face down I walk away. Every time I think I do the right thing, you turn your back on me.

Rick stood at the marsh gunfire raining down like Hell's furry. He stopped shooting for a moment seeing Angel standing tall with her rifle pressed against her shoulder as a bullet tore into her chest knocking her down in a spray of blood. "Shit," he mumbled bitterly, before shooting the last of his bullets.

He fell to one knee. This was it. They lost. Out of nowhere Merle and Daryl emerged from the woods shooting and the man retreated. They rescued the day. "Daryl!" Rick yelled, as they got closer. "Angel's been shot!" His face went into shock; he spun around and ran through the destroyed gates without stopping for anything else.

"Angel!" Daryl shouted running up to her as she lay on her back not breathing. Sully had crawled up to her holding her and begged her to come back. Any other time he would've questioned who the man was and what the hell was going on but he froze watching the man cry over Angel's body.

"Angel! Angel!" Sully screamed shaking her begging her to come back. Daryl eyes teared over. She was dead. He'd failed not only Jewel but her as well. This was his entire fault. He let his gun drop to the ground and starred. If he had been here this wouldn't have happened.

"Wake up!" Sully cried paying no mind to who or what was behind him. Tears streamed freely down his face as he pulled Angel closer as he stood on his knees. He got angry then. This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for her to come back in his life and leave like this. "Angel no!" He slapped her face hard, begging her to come back. She opened her eyes suddenly gasping for air as if she never breathed before. Her eyes teared over in the effort to regain the breath she had lost.

Sully smiled crying happily. He fell beside her cradling her in his arms ignoring the pain in his leg. Angel was lost. She didn't know if she was alive or not. She starred at Sully slowly remembering what happened. Sound didn't register to her so she couldn't hear him cry. Couldn't tell if the battle was over or not. It was.

"We have to get her inside!" Daryl said hastily walking closer to them.

"Yea!" Sully agreed wiping his eyes clean of the tears. He tried to stand but only a grunt came out against the pain. He shoved his arms under Angel trying to lift her but couldn't.

"I'll get her," Daryl offered wrapping his arms under her as Sully let go. The others came running up them with shocked expressions starring at Angel who was covered in her own blood.

"Get her inside now!" Hershel demanded hobbling up. Something in Angel's mind snapped as she looked up at Daryl.

"No! No!" she yelled in rage, trying to wrestle free of his grasp. "I want to go back! They were all happy! I don't want to be here!" She slapped him hard and he took it not saying anything or even acknowledging the stinging in his cheek.

Sully tried standing not wanting anyone's help; no one offered anyway. All their interest was solely on Angel. "Sully!" a voice called out a bit too happily. Sully rolled his eyes not even looking in the direction. He finally looked behind seeing Merle standing over him with a sickening smile.

"Merle," he mumbled trying once more to stand but it was useless. He had to crawl to Angel in the first place and that hurt a lot. He didn't have enough left in him to make it to the safety of the prison.

"Here man," Merle offered wrapping his arm around an unhappy Sully and helped him up. "Short mother fucker like you needs all the help he can get." He smirked and Sully glared at the ground limping a long as the blood from his wound ran down his faded blue jeans.

"Thanks," he mumbled hating the moment he needed Merle Dixon's help. He despised Merle since the first moment they met back at Wood berry.

"So where's your brother?"

"Safe . . . tucked away with that little girl." There were a million smart-ass things Merle would've said to that but for once he decided not to.

"Why are you here then and not with them?" Sully looked up hoping to see Angel, but they were all already inside.

"For the crazy bitch I just thought died." He sneered at his crutch daring him to saying anything about her.

"She is a looker isn't she? I'd back that thing right on my-"

"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" Sully snapped pushing him away and stood by himself. The anger he felt gave him the strength. Merle could see he had hit a nerve and that made him smile. Sully managed to walk the rest of the way. The pain becoming more agonizing every step he took, more painful then the last but he didn't stop. He wouldn't give that asshole think he could talk shit to Sully when he was down.

"Fair enough," Merle said behind him. Rick opened the gate for the two and Sully limped in with a tear streaming down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away as Rick helped him walk.

"Thanks man," Sully said gratefully casting a glare at Merle. "Couldn't take no more of his shit," he said lowly enough for only Rick to hear. He almost laughed. Almost. He continued to help the man walk until they were in the cell block. Screaming and yelling met their ears. Sully gently pushed away from Rick and went to the source of the cries. Everyone was watching the particular cell and Daryl stood at the opening.

Sully quickly limped in pushing past Daryl and froze at the sight he saw. Angel was yelling out in pain as Hershel dug the bullet fragments out. Silent tears started falling down Sully's cheeks as he watched. He quickly fled to her side grabbing her hand in a tight squeeze.

"Angel it's ok," he said softly. She stopped yelling and looked at him. The tears she shed seemed endless.

"You need to get that bandaged up until I can get to it. You're going to bleed out if you don't," Hershel said not looking away from Angel's wound. He was astonished the bullet hadn't killed her because it should've but it didn't. He had no explanation for it so he didn't question it too much.

"I'm fine," Sully mumbled looking back to Angel.

"She's extremely lucky. The bullet grazed one of her major organs . . . I don't know how it didn't kill her." Sully thought faintly back to her telling him about all the drugs she was pumped with. Maybe that had something to do with her still being alive. It had everything to do with that. Somehow the drugs healed wounds quicker and caused her to replenish blood on an inhuman scale.

"She's strong . . . Stubborn as hell too. Could hit her with a 2x4 she wouldn't flinch," Daryl said lowly before taking his leave hiding the tears that threatened to spill over. Sully stared after him for a minute frowning.

"You know what was playing on the radio?" Angel asked suddenly giving a weak smile. Sully snapped his attention back to her laying his other hand on top of hers.

"What sweetheart?" He gave a small smile back trying not to tear up. He managed to hold them back.

"Pink Floyd . . . Time . . . Godsmack cover. I always liked that song fit the moment pretty damn good in my opinion."

"Heh . . . yea." As Hershel dug deeper to get another piece of the bullet out, she didn't flinch as she starred at Sully.

"I died . . . and I didn't want to come back." She frowned. "I got to see all my brothers . . . they were so happy . . . they couldn't hear me though." He stayed quiet for a long time long enough for Hershel to finish his work and leave. He never broke his stare at her in the silence.

"You can't leave me," he said finally with pleading eyes. Angel starred back up at the bunk above her head crying silently. She lay unmoving and silent. Her chest rose and fell softly, the only indication that she was alive.

"I can't promise . . . I'll say that I'll try though." Her voice was no louder then a whisper.

"Get some rest." He stood offering a small smile but she didn't look up. That hurt more then any words could've. He turned a left the cell collapsing to the floor outside. Beth walked up to him and grimaced at his leg.

"You want to get that stitched up?" She asked stopping in front of him. He shrugged with a sad frown.

"Sure can't hurt anything." He tried standing but she stopped him.

"Just wait here. I'll be right back." He stared after her before looking down at his leg glaring at it.

"Piece of shit," he mumbled at it hatefully. He bit his lip when he saw Beth coming back down the stairs. She said nothing, but sat down beside him and rolled up his pants leg studying the wound. Her eyes widened.

"It went straight through." He gave a relieved look.

"Thank god. Don't want anyone inside me." He laughed looking back to the opening of Angel's cell.

"Don't worry about her . . . she'll be alright. I've never seen someone so strong." Beth wiped the wound down with an alcohol pad and began stitching the wound and he bit his lip hard. "How did you two meet?"

"I've known her since she was a kid . . . we grew up together."

"It's a bit of a miracle you found each other." Rick and Daryl went out of the cell block quietly. He turned his attention back to the young girl.

"Yea it is . . . she's changed a lot though."

"How so?" She cut the thread away and began working on the exiting wound.

"She didn't always live up to her last name." She laughed a little at that. "She use to be fragile and delicate . . . looked up to me for everything and I didn't mind it. But now . . . well you know."

"You still feel like you gotta look out for her?" Sully gave a nod in agreement quickly. A silence fell and Beth finished stitching it up and wrapped a role of gash around it.

"Thank you," he mumbled not looking at her. She gave a bright smile.

"You're welcome. Do me a favor though."

"What?"

"Stay off of it till it gets better." He gave a weak smile removing his leather jacket leaving him a dirty tank top.

"I'll try." She got up taking the first aid kit with her and left Sully to his thoughts.

"I need my booze!" Angel yelled appearing at the opening of her cell block holding her wound with knitted eyebrows. It pulled him out of his thoughts. He made himself stand and glared at her.

"You need to lay back down," he said sternly leaning an arm for support against the wall. She wrinkled her nose not liking the sound of that one bit.

"There's plenty of that to be done after I'm dead. For now though I'm celebrating our victory."

"You got an excuse for everything thing!" He crossed his arms giving her a dirty look. She smiled.

"Hell yea." She walked slowly over to the door and unlocked it and went outside. She froze when she saw Daryl and Rick talking. Daryl sent her a glare. "You need to be in bed," he said hatefully.

"Oh shut up. You and Sully both! I'm fine, just need a bottle of my favorite booze and I'll be sitting pretty."

"So you're going to fight through the walkers to get to your car?" Rick asked cocking a brow almost humored at her attitude. Daryl walked up to her snatching the keys out of her hand and threw them to Rick as she glared at him. He didn't give her time to argue though.

"I'll get your shit! You stay here though. Do you one even better I'll grab your guns too ok," he said trying to bargain with her.

"And what do I have to do?"

"Go lay down."

"Fine," she mumbled. "I need someone to let me back in since someone had to take my keys." Daryl slapped his forehead and let her in before he walked back outside. That damn woman.

Angel walked back to her cell and laid down on the bed inside. Sully still hadn't moved from his spot but he came in, leaning against the wall with a pained look on his face. "So where's your booze?" Sully asked with a small smirk. The thought of her drinking after loosing so much blood unsettled him. To say he was disappointed that she didn't get what she wanted, would've have been completely wrong.

"Actually I'm getting it," she answered with a grin grabbing her wound against the pain. "It's getting delivered. You know instead of being stuck up my ass you should be making friends with the rest of the group." He frowned.

"But mah . . . I have such a hard time making friends," he said like a whiny four year old. He stuck his lip out in a pout. She wanted to smile but she stopped herself.

"I'm serious! We're gonna be here a while." He gave a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Fine!" He was about to leave when Daryl walked past him carrying Angel's bottle and weapons. He handed all of it to her.

"Thank you," she said with a small smile. Sully glared at them. Who the hell was this guy?

"You're welcome," he replied rolling his eyes with a frown. He left then passing Sully ignoring him. Sully glared after him propping against the wall more as his leg stung against the bullet wound. 'This fucking guy,' Sully thought bitterly.

"What's wrong with you?" Angel asked a bit more hatefully then she meant to.

"Nothing!" He answered a bit too quickly and defensively. "Guess I'll see you later." She cocked an eyebrow frowning at him.

"I guess," she sighed opening her bottle placing her weapons on the floor. He walked out of the cell then and Merle met him with a grin.

"Ain't got time for your shit," Sully said ignoring him.

"What you mad at my brother for tapping that sweet ass in there?" Merle questioned smiling from ear to ear. He loved stirring shit. Daryl had told Merle a bit about Angel and he knew about there past together. Sully froze and glared back a Merle.

"What?"

"Yea before you came along my brother and her were sitting pretty . . . don't know how the hell he got such a pretty one. Doesn't seem right to me." Sully jabbed his finger at Merle.

"Shut the hell up!" he demanded. "That's a god damn lie!" He gave the man no time to say anything else as he fled up he stairs as quickly as he could manage. He tripped over the last step and fell hard against the cement. "Fuck!" He grabbed onto his head after it banged against the floor. He gritted his teeth.

Beth ran over from Judith's crib quickly and helped him up the best she could. "Are you ok?" she asked helping him lean against the rails as he kept his head in his hand with closed eyes.

"Yea . . . Yea I'm fine." He looked up then noticing she was the only one up here. "Where's everyone else?"

"Trying to clean up the mess outside."

"I should go try and to help."

"No. You're hurt you need to be taking it easy." Sully sneered at her and she looked nervous as she returned over to the crib, petting Mutt who lay beside it.

"Sorry," he said lightly. "Just a little pissed." He slid down to the floor and watched as Beth fed the baby.

"Because of Angel?" she asked softly rocking the baby.

"Something like that . . . so what's your name sweetie I never caught it before." Beth blushed on his choice of nicknames. He had no intention of knowing her to that level.

"Beth. And your name is Sully right?" He nodded a yes bringing on knee to his chest. "How old are you?" The question caught him off guard and he starred at her for a minute.

"Last time I checked thirty-one but pretty sure my birthday past so thirty-two." She looked a bit disappointed then. He noticed that but didn't say anything. Carol walked up then looking a bit dis-hearted. She paused upon seeing Sully. He smiled throwing his hand up as a gesture of hello.

"Hey Sully," she said lowly with a frown.

"Never caught your name before." He rubbed his nose looking up at her

"It's Carol." She turned looking at Beth silently asking her something. The girl shook her head walking off with Judith and Mutt followed.

"So where's everybody else?" he asked relaxing.

"Burying the old prisoner that got shot . . . seeing if they can fix the gate. Is Angel ok?" As if on cue Angel started whistling a tune below them. He cocked a brow at Carol.

"Does that answer your question?" She smiled and he returned it. "Mind helping out a bit."

"With what?" She crossed her arms defensively.

"Tell me everybody's name."

"Well Merle said he knows you and his brother is Daryl."

"The one that was stuck up Angel's ass?" Carol cocked a brow letting her arms fall to her sides. There was a lot more behind that comment and she knew it. She shrugged it off though.

"Yea . . . the older man missing his leg is Hershel, the Korean guy is Glen . . . you know Beth and her sister is Maggie. You know Rick, the kid is his son, his name's Carl and the baby is his daughter, her name's Judith. Michonne is the one with dreads . . . I think that's it." Sully smiled.

"Thank you that made things a bit simpler."

"You're welcome."

"Wanna hear a joke?" She smiled brightly leaning against the wall.

"Sure."

Angel lay out on the bed taking the occasional drink. Merle walked into her cell, she sat up and glared at him. "What the hell do you want?" she asked hatefully gripping her bottle tighter. She winced against her wound. He leaned against the wall cautious to not get too close.

"If it means anything I'm sorry." She sneered at him as he smiled.

"The hell you are," she mumbled taking another drink. "I could've shot you that day at the bar."

"Oh really? And here I was thinking you were a bad shot," he retorted sarcastically. He gave a low whistle after a moment. "Still can't see how my lil' brother got such a doll."

"You're brother is actually quite charming at times . . . I don't see the resemblance when it comes to you, you're ugly as hell." She smiled as he frowned.

"I knew you'd say something like that." As Merle plotted his next line Daryl walked up to him.

"The hell are you doing?" he asked with a glare. "She's supposed to be sleeping."

"That's why she's drinking and talking smack?" Merle asked crossing his arm.

"Helps her sleep." Merle smiled and turned to leave.

"Alright lil' brother I'll leave her be." He walked away and Daryl himself was about ready to leave.

"Daryl," Angel called out softly letting her gaze fall to the floor. He turned cocking an eyebrow. She patted the bed for him to sit.

"Nah," he said leaning against the wall. "Don't want your boyfriend mad at me." She glared at him and it almost made him laugh.

"He's not my boyfriend," she replied hatefully. "I grew up with the guy more like a big brother then anything." She stood then and walked over to him throwing her bottle on the bed. He lost his breath as Angel wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "Jewel's still alive." He pushed her back to look at her.

"Where is she?"

"She's safe . . . Sully and his brother kept her safe. She's got it made where's she's at."

"Oh thank god," Daryl gave a breath of relief pulling Angel back to him hugging her tight. To say he didn't enjoy the feel of her body against his would've been a lie.

"I'm sorry I was like I was. It was wrong of me to hold that promise against you." After talking to Sully she realized there were some promises you can't keep, the kind that should never been made in the first place. She pushed away then slapping his chest. "Still you left me behind asshole." He gave a weak smile stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I had to go with my brother." She laughed returning to the comfort of the bed grabbing her bottle back up.

"You're brother is a complete asshole. He got me stabbed. I don't care for him."

"He'll grow on you." She gave a mocking laugh.

"Sure." She drug the word out sarcastically laying down. She frowned. "In all honesty . . . I wish I hadn't come back . . . I died."

"Don't talk like that . . . people need you." She turned over in the bed starring at the wall away from him.

"Maybe . . . I heard you eelier when you said how strong I was . . . thing is it's not will that keeps me alive after all the wounds that should be fatal it drugs I got pumped with." He didn't say anything and she found it useless to say anything else she had gotten what she thought needed to be said across. He took his leave passing Sully.

Sully limped into the cell quietly and leaned against the wall. "Do you need anything?" he asked lowly.

"Trying to sleep," she replied letting the bottle fall to the floor and closed her eyes.

"You seemed to sleep good last night." He scratched the back of his neck. "Want some company sweet heart?" He smiled as she turned over and starred at him with a mischievous look.

"Hell no!" She laughed. "I'm fine you should go get some rest. I'm going to be up walking around tomorrow."

"Whatever." He frowned. "Later." He left then and Angel starred after him. She sighed laying back down fully. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Sorry," she mumbled. She needed to be alone then. Sully found it best to take her advice. Maybe he could wake up tomorrow all better. He picked a cell that no one was using and flopped down into the comfort. He tried to sleep but couldn't. All he could think about was her and it was driving him nuts. She was going to break him before it was over with he knew it.