Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the walking dead or any of its characters.
Here's chapter 2, enjoy.
I keep my eyes closed against the morning sun that's shining through the window, well that is until a sound by the door catches my attention. It sounded like a snore. I lean up on my elbows and catch the sight of Daryl still sat where he was last night, however this time he's asleep.
For a second there, after I awoke, I completely forgot about what happened last night but the sight of him there brings it all back. Merles an addict and I don't need confirmation from them to know that.
I sit with up with a sigh, I think I have some important things to think about like do I want to remain with these two even if it is only for a short time. Merle's a liability, there's no way we can be safe at night with him like that.
I rise to my feet, testing the weight I can put on my bad foot. It isn't that bad this morning. I can tell it's still swollen but it hardly hurts. At least I can be a bit more useful today instead of sitting around while they do things.
I silently and carefully step over Daryl's sleeping form. I cast a look down at him as I do and notice that for the first time since I met him his face is calm. It makes a change from the practically constant scowl he has in place. It makes him look younger.
I make my way to the bathroom through trial and error. After doing what I came to do I perch on the edge of the bath tub and place my head on my hands.
Yesterday there was hardly a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't mind staying with them. They could help keep me safe and I'm not completely useless so I would be able to watch their backs, but after last night I'm not sure. Maybe I could stay with them today. They said they'd help me find some weapons, they could then help me find somewhere secure and then maybe I wouldn't need them, I wouldn't need anyone.
I sigh again as I force myself to my feet. I yank open the door, maybe more aggressively than I should have, and take a step back in surprise. Merle. I cross my arms over my chest and glare up at him.
"Can I help you?" He furrows his eyebrows in what looks like confusion. "If you don't want anything then move out of my way. I have things I can be doing other than standing here with you".
"Urm, sorry Squirt ya've got me confused, 'ave I done somein' or are ya just pissed off for some unknown fuckin' reason".
I blanch at him, does he honestly think that what happened last night was right behaviour. The way he spoke about me, the way he spoke to Daryl. I barge past him, knocking into him and sending him back a couple of steps.
"Hey!" Merle suddenly latches onto my upper arm and spins me around just as I spot Daryl rising from his slumber. I try to pull my arm away but he just grips tighter. "What the fuck is ya problem?"
An angry flush starts warming up my cheeks. "I'll tell you what my problem is, it's you. I don't know you and after last night I don't want to know you. You're a masochistic pig."
Realisation dawns on him as he loosens his grip but before he can say anything I'm ripped from his grasp and thrust behind Daryl.
"I thought' I fuckin' told ya if ya laid another finger on her I'd cut ya fuckin' hand off, don't think I won't, I've put up with ya shit long enough but I won't stand for it with Danny".
Merle's hands go up in surrender before he turns and thrusts one through the wall, leaving a very large hole. "Shit"
He looks back at me over his brother's shoulder, and I have to admit I've never seen a man look so remorseful in my life. "If ya wanna leave after last nigh', I'll keep my promise. We'll help ya find weapons, supplies and somewhere we think is safe. Ya 'ave my word". He takes a deep breath before blowing it out sharply. "I'ma say I'm sorry but I can't make no promises that it won't 'appen again but if by some chance ya decide ya wanna stay then I can make sure I won't be nowhere near ya". He casts a look at Daryl, gives him a small nod and then looks back at me. "He'll make sure of that".
"Damn fuckin' straight I will".
How can I stay mad at him when he says this but no matter how much I forgive him this isn't a decision I can take lightly. "I'm over it, I promise but you've got to let me mull it over. I don't know what I want just yet, sorry".
"Don't apologise squirt, it's more than I deserve." He then turns without another word and disappears into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Daryl turns to me. "I don't know anyone he's ever apologised to before, an' actually meant it." He runs his hand over his face, he looks so tired. I guess sleeping in the doorway wasn't great for him. "Thank ya for listenin' to him, and for thinkin' 'bout it. There ain't no rush ya've got all day".
He smiles, well it's more like a smirk but just not as smug. "Righ' ya need to get ya arse downstairs so we can 'ave some food and then get the fuck outta 'ere". He doesn't wait for a reply and just walks past me towards the stairs, and I just watch him go. He shouldn't be sticking up for me, he doesn't know me.
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Not long after breakfast Merle announces that it's time we moved on, well his exact words where 'we need to haul arse' but it means the same thing. They sling their bags over their shoulders and grab their weapons.
Daryl looks over to me. "Ya ready?" I only have time to nod before Merle yanks open the door and then they're already halfway to the truck. I really cannot keep up with them.
As I follow after them I notice that further down the road there are plenty of Walkers around to be considered a problem. At the moment they have no idea we are here, well until Merle slams his door and then hangs out the window.
"Ya comin' squirt, we ain't got all day".
I quickly slide into the truck, followed by Daryl and then Merle's pulling out of here.
"Do you two always have to make so much noise, it's like you like announcing you're around and ready to take them on."
Merle laughs. "I'm always ready to take them on". Of course he is.
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We're fifteen minutes into the drive when Merle's fingers snap in front of my face. I jerk backwards then look up at him with my eyebrows raised.
"Ya just as bad as each other. Where ya even listenin' to me? Scratch that I know ya fuckin' weren't."
"Sorry, What were you saying?"
He shakes his stubbornly, "No, fuck it. Ya ain't talkin' back so we can just sit in silence for the rest of the journey".
"No wait, you wanna talk let's talk..." I pause wracking my brain for something. "Urm, have anything in mind?" Next to me Daryl lets out a chuckle while Merle just casts me a sidelong glance. "Ok wait I got it. Where are you two from?"
"Senora, Georgia born and raised. What about you squirt? Ya don't sound like ya from Georgia".
"Oh I'm not. From a lot further north but I've been here a year. I was going to college here. Was getting a teaching degree. We were in the city when the refugee camp went down." I wince slightly at my slip of the tongue.
Daryl shifts next to me. "Why did ya get in the truck?" No beating around the bush there, straight up asking a question I'm not sure I know the answer to.
"I got in the truck because I had no other option, I was injured and not sure if you remember but we were sort of in a little predicament." He raises his eyebrows slightly clearly telling me that isn't what he meant. "I don't know, could be because you lowered your weapons or it's because technically you followed me". He inclines his head slightly, "Or maybe, and this is more likely, I was on my own. I have no one and let's be realistic. I wasn't going to get out of there alive without help."
"Ya know Darlin' ya weren't doin' too bad out 'ere. But I gotta say ya've been the only person we've come across that ain't run in the other direction when they've seen us". And I'm fairly certain Daryl doesn't mean that in the 'we can't get friends' way, I think they're actually quite pleased people leave them alone.
"Well I apologise that I've ruined that reputation". They both chuckle.
Merle suddenly smacks his hand against the wheel and points out the windscreen. "That's our next stop". I follow his hand towards the massive building looming over the horizon.
"It's a little big isn't it? Shouldn't we go somewhere smaller, easier?"
"'Fraid not squirt. We need to get in there. It's the holy grail of supplies. We will have to go somewhere else for food but I've got somewhere else in mind for that, outside of Atlanta."
Ten minutes later and Merle's pulling into a back alley. I don't see why going through a back entrance is any safer than going in through the front door, because if there are walkers in there then it's unsafe no matter what.
The Dixon's climb out, I follow quickly grabbing my bag as I go. I make sure I have my knife ready and then grip my chair leg tightly in my hand. I have to say, I'm a little nervous. I've never gone into such a big building without any idea what's in there. I may have survived on my own but I played it extremely safe, this isn't playing it safe.
Daryl steps in front of me and blocks my vision of the building. "Ya nervous?"
"A little. I don't want to whine or have you think less of me but I just, I've just never done anything this risky before." I follow it with a shrug and a small smile trying to not make this serious.
"Can't tell ya what's in there. But what I can tell ya is we've got ya back, if you have ours."
"I'll do my best". Not sure how much of a help I'll be, the only weapon I have is a knife and a chair leg and I haven't exactly got any fighting skills.
"If ya finished then can we get a fuckin' move on" He doesn't wait for an answer, he just kicks in the door to the building and disappears inside.
Daryl and I move towards the open doorway. He smirks at me.
"I would say ladies first but that probably don't apply here". He then goes in after Merle with me right on his heels.
The room we come through is pitch black really doesn't help the nerves. Fingers, that I really hope belong to Daryl, wrap around my arm as he leads us through the room. Well attempts to lead us through the room, I can hear him groan every time he walks into something, the torch he's holding between his teeth is really not doing anything to light the way as he's constantly moving it around the edges of the room, walker patrol.
Light floods in as Merle finds the door that leads out onto the shop floor. We both fall in behind. Weapons at the ready as Merle leads the way with Daryl bringing up the rear.
We walk in a line. Making sure we check behind every shelf, rail and cabinet. So far so good.
There's a bang then a glass cabinet is falling towards us. I jump back into Daryl and send us both tumbling back just as the cabinet lands where we were stood. The growls come next. Four walkers start scrambling over the fallen cabinet. I roll away from Daryl just as Merle brings his rifle down on the first one's head. The other is heading straight for us. I jump to my feet pulling Daryl with me but I think I've winded him as he struggles to stand upright. Merle starts trying to down his second walker while I stand in front of Daryl.
"Are you okay?" I don't take my eyes of the pair but I can hear the ragged breath of Daryl, he's definitely hurt. I lost my chair leg as I tripped but my foot kicks a metal pole that we must have broken in the fall. I scoop it up and as the closest walker lunges forward I hold the pole up and impale it through its eye. Disgusting. Barely a second later an arrow whizzes past my ear and embeds its self in the last walker.
"Ya fuckin' elbowed me between the ribs".
"Well you shouldn't have tripped me over". I turn to him to see him holding his hand to his chest.
"Tripped ya over! Ya gave me no fuckin' choice, ya'd have trampled over my body if given the chance". I know he's not mad, he's messing with me.
"You're welcome for saving you from being crushed". Daryl lip twitches with the tiniest of smirks.
Merle clears his throat, "I'm fine by the way". Merle raises his eyebrows when I turn my attention back on him, "At least we know this floors clear, ain't no way the others wouldn't have showed up with that ruckus." Merle grabs a rucksack from a hanger and tosses it at me. "Let's get fillin'. Grab anythin' ya need or we could use. Ya 'ave ten minutes 'fore we move up to the next floor". He then walks away, whistling as he goes.
"Don't go wanderin' off and if ya need anythin' holler. Got it?"
"Got it". He then follows after his brother, right back to business.
My first port of call is the shoe aisle. I walk straight past all the fancy, unpractical shoes and set my sights on the boots. I grab the most practical pair, a pair of calf high ones. I grab a few packets of walking socks and stuff them in my bag. I take a seat and pull on the socks careful not to mess up the bandage on my foot. The boots are a perfect fit and they are actually pretty comfy. I have really missed shoes. I chuckle to myself before realising that if Daryl and Merle saw me they would think I was crazy.
My next stop is clothes. I've been wearing these since the beginning and they are seriously starting to smell. I'm instantly drawn to the dresses. I dunno why but I've always preferred wearing them. I grab a selection of them and stuff them in my bag as well, before picking out one that I can change into.
With a dress in hand, and a bag full of shorts, top and dresses, I head towards the one thing I have been looking forward to changing. My underwear.
With an armful of clothes and two very full bags I head towards the toilets, chair leg at hand. I bang it against the door before I can change my mind about going in there. I don't hear anything so I walk in. I quickly make sure the stalls are empty, I've seen scary movies and I am not taking that chance. I then lock the main door because I really don't want someone or something walking in on me naked, that is not how I want to die.
I unload my stuff in the sink and strip down. I grab a bottle of water out of my bag and use the paper towels from the dispenser to give myself a full body wash. Something I've needed since day one. There's dried stuff on my skin, and I have no idea what it is.
I'm clean, I'm freshly dressed and I have my hair scrapped back into a pony tail. With that I swing one of my bags onto my back, grab up my makeshift bat and the second bag and leave the bathroom. I jerk back a step after I swing open the door and come face to face with Daryl, his hand frozen in the air poised to knock.
His eyebrows shoot up and his face kind of softens as he lets his eyes roam over my freshly cleaned frame. The heat coming off my cheeks right now could probably start a fire.
When his eyes fall back onto my face he lets his hand drop and his permanent scowl is back in place.
He coughs. "Ya ready? We're movin' on up". I nod which is all I think I can muster under his intense gaze, stupid I know. He grabs my second bag and takes off back towards Merle who I can see standing by the stairwell.
As we get closer to him he stands up straight and lets out a long whistle.
"Well looky 'ere. Ya cleaned ya self-up pretty well, lookin' good squirt".
"Thanks". He laughs as he starts making is way up to the next floor.
Daryl walks just ahead of me yet somehow, as we make our way up, he manages to keep setting his eyes on me which of course in turn makes my cheeks burn red.
We reach the door at the top of the steps. Merle puts his finger to his lips to signal silence and then the door is being opened.
It's empty. No walkers.
Merle rushes into the room and starts running around like a kid in a candy store, looking for anything that's worth taking and making small happy noises when he finds something he likes. Daryl bypasses everything and heads straight to the counter where he starts prying open the draws. While he's looking for whatever it is he's after I look around.
I manage to find a basket full of batteries which I quickly shove into a bag, followed by a couple of flashlights.
"Found 'em". I turn my attention to Daryl as he stands up holding a set of keys in front of him. I have no idea what they're for but it seems Merle does as he goes charging past, grabbing them from his brother as he goes, he then heads straight to a door at the back of the room I didn't see before.
"Is he always this enthusiastic?"
"Pretty much". We join Merle as he's flipping through the set of keys, looking for the one to fit the door that's blocked his path. After a lot of trial and error he finds the right one and gives Daryl a look I have no hope of ever understanding.
They stand side by side in front of the door. Daryl with his bow up and Merle with his knife held high.
"Stay 'ere". I don't bother replying to Daryl because before I have the chance they've pushed open the door and are disappearing inside. From where I stand it looks pitch black inside.
Okay so I am slightly worried, more worried than I was out in the alley. They can look after themselves, I mean that's pretty obvious, but that is a very dark room and there was no way of knowing what was in there waiting for them.
I can't hear anything, it's completely silent. So either there's nothing in there or they've been jumped and killed before they had time to realise they weren't alone.
Oh who am I kidding. If Merle had been jumped I'm fairly certain he wouldn't have gone silently. Well that's definitely calmed my nerves a little. I let my eyes wander back around the shop as I wait for them.
I turn back to the dark room ready to find out if they're okay but I end up coming face to face, well chest to be exact, with Daryl. He scowling down at me.
"I coulda been a walker and ya'd 'ave been dead by now. Not payin' attention can get ya killed".
"Okay so firstly I was paying attention because I'm not stupid. Secondly, well you aren't a walker so..." I shrug, "and lastly I haven't met a walker who's so silent you can't hear them so how about next time you don't sneak up on me. Okay?" It's minuscule but the corner of his mouth lifts in what I'm going to take as a smile.
"Get in there".
It takes my eyes a few seconds to get used to the darkness but when they do, well wow. This room is like a rednecks wet dream. Granted, a lot of the display cases are empty but it's not hard to imagine what it used to look like. This place was once probably floor to ceiling of nothing but guns and knives.
I spot Merle and at the sight of him I have to try and contain my laughter because he is practically vibrating with excitement. This room is Merle's dream.
His excitement apparently becomes too much for him because he suddenly turns and smashes his rifle into one of the full display cases. There's more smashing glass from behind me which tells me Daryl's found some goodies.
I take a seat on a case and watch them both as they go about the room clearing anything of use, hand guns, ammo and whatever else that catches their attentions. I'm assuming this is a good haul for them.
Merle grabs something from the wall and swings it around in his hand. It takes me a moment to work out what it actually is. He comes over to me takes the chair leg from my hand and replaces it with an actual bat.
"It's sturdy and a good weight, it'll do a lot of damage, no matter who's holdin' it". I raise my eyebrows at the dig and swing the bat in my hand.
"Should we test how much damage it does". I hold the bat in both hands and fake swing at him. I will give him his dues. He didn't flinch, much.
The bat is suddenly out of my grasp. Daryl rests it against his shoulder.
"I knew it was a bad idea to give ya anythin' that could cause damage."
I let out a fake short laugh and hold my hand out for the bat. "Give it back".
He smirks again and passes it back.
Merle grabs my shoulders and spins be around to face the middle of the room.
"Go an' hit that".
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "What no, I'm not that strong but even I know that if I hit that they'll be more damage to me".
"Hit it".
"It's a concrete pillar... so no"
He shoves me towards it. "Just hit the fuckin' thing".
"Fine". I do as I'm told. I feel the force of the hit but damn is this bat strong. It survives the hit, even chips some of the pillar away.
Merle whistles, "Pretty fuckin' good for someone with no arm muscles".
"I resent that". Merle just chuckles and picks up his bags. Daryl steps in front of me and holds a gun out for me to look at.
"This is yours, I'm gonna teach ya how to use it and I'm also gonna teach ya how to fight with a knife cause although that bats handy it won't work in every situation you get in".
"How many situations do you think I get into?" He scowls at me and then rolls his eyes. "Thank you, but maybe you should keep hold of it until I actually know how to use it". He nods and stuffs it into the top of his bag.
I grab up my two bags and with my new weapon in hand I follow after them both.
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As soon as we got into the truck Merle set off for our next destination. We're going food shopping.
Twenty Minutes later he pulls us into the car park, littered with only a few empty cars. Merle stops the truck only a few yards from the door in case we need a hasty exit.
We stand in a line beside the truck, I have my bat in my hand as I work up the nerve to go in there.
"Righ' Daisy ya com..." I let my bat swing limply at my side as I cut Merle off.
"Daisy? I get squirt, ya laughing at my size but Daisy?"
He chuckles, "It stays".
"Really?"
"Really!" I let it go, we really aren't in the position to be debating nicknames. "Daisy, ya comin' with me. We'll sweep the left side and grab things we need and work our way to the middle, Daryl ya'll work from the right and meets us in the centre. Got it".
Daryl just nods his head in understanding but I full on mock salute him. "Yes Sir". He rolls his eyes and then pulls open the door.
"Let's go".
I follow in after him. Daryl splits off walking low with his crossbow up ready for action, I watch him until he disappears from view.
"He can look after himself". I look up at Merle slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring.
"I wasn't suggesting otherwise". I sound little defensive, I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing.
"I didn't say ya did, but ya looked worried, I was just sayin' he'll be fine". Other than a slight nod I ignore him.
Merle hands me another empty bag, and nods towards the aisle that's marked hygiene. He then disappears down the next aisle. I walk quietly and slowly down the aisle, trying to listen for sounds that mean danger, grabbing some toiletries for me and some things I think the Dixon's may need. Although they really don't seem like the type of people who really care about how they look or smell. With everything that's going on it's probably the last thing on their minds.
Once my bag is full to the brim I swing it onto my shoulder and go in search for Merle. My pace picks up when I hear Merle swearing at something. Just as I round the corner a walker drops to the floor with a bashed in skull. Merle sets his sights on me and smirks.
"See that doll face", I roll my eyes at another nickname, "Ol' Merle's got some skills". He swings an arm over my shoulder as I laugh.
"I'm afraid I didn't." I nod towards the two massive full bags he's carrying. "You get everything?"
He groans heavily before his arm rips away from shoulders. He stumbles forwards and then something rams into my back. Merle lands on his knees but with the heavy weight I fall and sprawl out onto the floor. My head ricochets off the hard tiled floor making my vision swim as I'm gasping for breath I can't get.
The weight is gone as soon as it arrives so I roll onto my back. Merle is holding the walker that jumped me, by the foot. He's trying to yank it backwards but there's two of them and he's being jumped on again by the biggest walker I've ever seen. In shock he lets the walker go, allowing it to scramble towards me. I scuttle backwards as fast as I can trying to find my bat that I've dropped somewhere.
My fingertips skim the smooth wood and I quickly wrap my fingers around it. I swing it back and send it straight into the walkers jaw as it is bending towards me, I can hear the crack as it breaks his jaw. He doesn't go over but it throws him off balance.
Using the bat as support I move up onto my knees, my head is spinning uncontrollably and something warm is starting to run down my face.
My vision is starting to blur but I can still make out the walker as he recovers and starts coming at me again. His jaw is hanging loose, well at least I've disabled the mouth part of him, if only his hands weren't just as dangerous.
I can feel myself getting weaker, every time I close my eyes to blink it's getting harder and harder to open them again. I will not allow this walker to get the better of me, not now, I am not willing to die this easily.
He is now so close his stench is burning my nose, his hands are only inches away from my face. With one hand on the bottom of the bat and the other loosely wrapped around the middle I ram the bad up so hard that when it hits the underside of his jaw his head snaps backwards. I then reach out and yank on his trousers leg. His feet slip out from underneath him and he falls backwards, no co-ordination to be able to catch himself. As soon as his head rams into the floor Merle sends his heavy booted foot straight through his skull.
"Alrigh' sweet cheeks, where the fuck did that come from?"
My vision is now nothing but black dots so I use the bat as a resting post to keep myself up, with one end on the floor and my hands folded on the other end, I rest my cheek against my hands and allow my eyes to close. A mistake I know could cost me dearly.
I can hear Merle talking but it's just noise, I can even hear the thud as something drops in front of me but I cannot open my eyes.
Something is pressed against my forehead, an involuntary gasp makes its way past my lips and the sudden intense pain allows me to open my eyes, barely. I can make out Daryl crouched in front of me through my lashes.
"Ya gotta open ya eyes Darlin'". I don't take his advice. The bat is suddenly yanked out from underneath me by Merle. The sudden body jerk finally gets me to open my eyes fully. Daryl's hand on my side stops me from tipping over. "That's it, we gotta get outta here so I need ya to work with me".
I make a sound which is supposed to be a yes but who knows. Daryl keeps his hand pressed against my forehead but wraps his other arm around my waist and slides me closer, the movement causes a wave nausea and pain to wash through me and I tip into him, my entire body weight falling against him as my eyes close.
"Fuck, no. Danny stay with me". He pushes me back upright but it's now impossible to open my eyes but he seems content with working around it because as soon as I hold my own weight he's pulling me to my feet.
He hooks my arm around his neck and forces my other to hold the cloth against my forehead. We start moving, my legs aren't co-operating properly so he's forced to hold my weight as we move.
It feels like it takes hours to reach the shop entrance but as soon as the door is opened the slight breeze washes over me and it feels amazing but that relief is short lived as I lose the energy to hold up my arm. I let it drop to my side, the rag slipping from my fingers causing fresh blood to start dripping down my face. Daryl tightens his grips but I manage to keep my legs moving, we can't be too far from the truck.
The sound of things being thrown into the truck bed tells me we've made it, just in time because my legs are barely keeping me up.
"We gotta get her stitched up". Merle's voice comes from high above me, he must be stood in the truck. I reach out and grab a tight grip on the side of it causing Daryl to wrap his other arm around me.
"I got ya", I let another noncommittal sound come out in response. "We gotta get her in there first, ain't safe to be stood around like this".
And then arms are grabbing me from above, and with Daryl also lifting I'm pulled into the truck. I don't land on my feet, instead I instantly collapse to the side. Merle pulls me so I'm leaning up against the side and then I just let me whole body go, no longer needing or having the energy to hold myself up.
Another wave of nausea comes over me as Daryl jolts the truck jumping up to join us. Something wet is pushed onto my head causing me to cry out.
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I squint and am instantly blinded by the harsh light. I lay a hand over my eyes and that's when I feel something stuck to my forehead and then it all comes rushing back. We got attacked and I failed. A scrape of a shoe against the floor sounds right by ear so I look through my fingers at the person. Daryl.
He leans over, blocking the sun from eyes. "Hey, how ya feelin'?"
"Like you shot an arrow into my head and you're just constantly wiggling it around." I sit up although wouldn't have managed it if it wasn't for Daryl's hand on my back.
Merle leans over the edge of the truck, "Not heard that before."
I look around at where we are but we haven't moved, we're still in the car park of the supermarket.
"I passed out".
"Ya've got a pretty fuckin' bad concussion. Knocked ya out."
Merle rest his chin against his hands and looks straight at me, "Daisy, ya scared the shit outta us, when ya passed out, thought that was it." I don't like this, they both sound so sad. "Daisy, this is my fa..."
"No, no it's not. It's mine, its the walkers. I wasn't prepared and I should have been. But look I'm okay now, apparently I have a hard head". This is in no way his fault, I won't allow anyone to take any blame in this. Merle opens his mouth but thinks better of it and closes it again, this is one argument he will never win. "How bad is it?"
"Had about 8 stitches put into it", I wince at Daryl's revelation, "ya'll 'ave to leave the gauze on it until we know it won't bleed and you'll 'ave to go easy. At least until we know the concussion has past".
Daryl doesn't have to worry about me doing anything strenuous, my head hurts so bad and my body feels so tired, I'm not even sure I can actually move let alone cause more trouble. "Thank you for the stitching up." Daryl just nods before casting a quick glance around the parking lot.
"I'd like ya to rest more but I think we should probably get outta here, been out in the open too long". Merle's quick to agree with his brother and doesn't seem to want to waste anytime as he's already opening the drivers door and climbing in.
Daryl jumps down and grabs my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the tailgate. The movement makes me feel sick but nowhere near as much as it did before. I wrap an arm around his shoulder and he grips my waist. He helps me down but doesn't instantly let go when my feet touch the floor.
"You okay?"
"I think so". I seem to have control over my body again and I can hold my own weight again. He removes his hands and lets me walk, slowly, around to the passenger door, although I can feel his hand lightly touching my back every now and again. He's ready to catch me. Sweet and Daryl probably shouldn't go in the same sentence but as of right now I owe that man, these men, my life and I am going to stick around to make sure I see that through. No matter how long it takes.
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