A/N: I've been doing seven night shifts in a row so I've not been writing. Except I wrote a one shot called 'Baby Bird' which no one liked apparently.
Ayway, it's very short. hopefully next time it'll be a bit better.
Oh, and I changed my pen name from Therm. I'm now Normryl. You can find me on twitter and tumblr under the same name.
15.
Carl was exhausted by the time he found the bag of supplies Daryl had left behind.
It was clear enough that Daryl had made it a way from where he and Carl split up but now he'd found the supplies left behind, fear doubled inside of Carl. The fact Daryl had moved was a good sign, but that he'd left all the supplies behind wasn't good.
Judith started to squirm in his arms and fuss a little. He dropped the bag on his shoulder and gripped his sister tighter in his arms, rocking her.
He sat on the ground, back against a tree as he gently rocked Judith, keeping her quiet.
Daryl would have to wait.
oOo
Rick stood at the edge of the woods, the way Carl and the others would have gone but stared back at the prion.
He'd seen no sign of anyone else. They'd split up but they couldn't all be gone. He couldn't be the only one left.
Having seen the flares, Rick was equally concerned. That meant the others needed help and he had no idea what could be the matter. There was only him to help, coming in on foot with the weapons he carried on him. If they were in real trouble, what could he really do?
He pushed on. He had too.
He had to find Carl and Judith.
oOo
Day was dawning as Tyresse stirred.
He hadn't dared to actually sleep, they were just too vulnerable. He looked outside and was able to see some walkers were slowly wandering around by the bus and car.
He wondered if they could smell them.
He made his way back to Daryl, careful he kept low and quiet.
The hunter had rested fitfully during the night. Once he got up beside the man he saw how much worse he looked in the dim light of day.
His skin was slick with sweat, and his skin held a sickly pale colour to it and where the blanket was laid across him, the blood had soaked through, into the blanket. He quickly stripped back the material, exposing the wound and it looked impossibly worse than the night before. He gently touched Daryl's skin where the flesh wasn't marred and felt the slick warmth of it.
Daryl jolted slight at the hand touching him and Tyresse looked up to bleary eyes looking back at him.
"Hey man, just relax. I'm gonna go find those supplies. Get you out of here in no time..." Tyresse started.
Daryl shook his head, grabbed for the blanket and covered himself back over with it. "Leave me," he said, voice as weak as he looked. His arm dropped back on top of the blanket keeping it in place.
"No way..." Tyresse started.
"Find Carl and the baby. Help them. I'm finished."
"I thought they were dead?"
Daryl shook his head slightly, his eyes drifting closed again. His energy used up with the brief exchange.
Tyresse was conflicted. He couldn't stand the idea of leaving Daryl here, but he had no way to help him and he'd left the others on their own. Not only that, but Carl and Judith were out there.
He wasn't even sure what he could do if he stayed with Daryl.
"If I find those supplies, I'm coming back." Tyresse promised. He pushed the bottle of water into one of Daryl's hands before he headed out, making sure he shut the door before he left.
TBC...