"She wore her troubled past
Like scars -
She had been through battle
And though no one could see her demons
They could see the face that conquered them"
the walking dead season 2 - 4 | daryl dixon x oc | includes sexual content | realistic slow...
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DARYL
BELLE SLEPT THE WHOLE RIDE HOME, I even managed to get a little bit of shut eye. I figured it was because I was somewhat relaxed, we had got the meds and Belle was going to be okay.
Once we got back to the prison, Rick didn't want her mixing with the residents, even though she had taken the meds and she was somewhat back to normal. She was just weak now and pretty sleepy - it was cute. Rick said she should go on death row with the other ones who were sick. Fuckin' stupid.
I'm not putting her back with sick people while she's still recovering. I figured it would be best for her to stay in the watch tower for while. I took a mattress and a pillow up for her, setting it up inside for her before returning back to the car to help her out.
She raised her brow at me. "I know how to walk you know. I'm better now"
"I don't believe ya" I said offering my hand to help her get out the car. She rolled her eyes, taking my hand and climbing out the car with ease. I guess she did look better but she seemed fine earlier and then she nearly died. "Especially not after ya lied to me" I added somewhat bitter.
"I didn't lie" she pouted "I just bent the truth a little" She was walking by my side, I kept her hand in mine not really noticing what I was doing. I guess I just didn't really wanna let go of her in case she passed out again.
"Ya can't do that again" I said stopping walking and turned to her. She frowned at me a little "Ya can't lie to me, tell me ya okay and then nearly die on me" My voice breaking at the end. Grow up Dixon.
"I'm sorry" she whispered looking down at our intertwined hands.
I pulled her closer to me, pulling her into my chest while wrapping my arms around her. She returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her face against my chest.
"Are you two just the cutest?" I heard Merle yell from across the yard causing me and Belle to instantly break the hug.
Merle was stood by the watchtower where we were heading.
"Heard ya nearly died, sugart-" Merle said stopping himself at the end, I presume my glare was a little too harsh.
"Apparently so" she chuckled in response.
"Nothing apparent about it" I grumbled.
Merle shook his head chuckling, "Wanna come play poker?" Merle offered. Belle moved forwards nodding.
"Ya need to rest Iz" I reminded her. We all knew she was too weak and if she did too much she would only get sick again. Poker would surely turn into a drinking game and when Belle is drunk anything could happen so it was best not to risk it. She knew that just as much as I did. "I've moved a mattress and pillow into the watchtower" I said nodding towards it "Go rest. I'll wake you up when Bob can give you another bag of fluids" I said putting my hand on the small of her back.
