Cowboy (Rick Grimes x Male)

Chapter 16

"Hey Cowboy, over here!" I hear Daryl yell.

I go to him, and he showed the battery.

I took it and hooked it up to the car.

"Your a shitty liar." Daryl said.

" 'cuse me." I asked looking to him.

"I asked you earlier what you were worried about. You said that you worry about getting back in time."

"I am-"

"No. Your not." Daryl said.

I looked back to the battery.

"Maybe some, sure, I am too, thing is we all are. But you? Something else is bothering you. What?" Daryl asked.

I was silent,

"Hot wire this thing will ya?" I asked.

Daryl got in, and hot wired it.

I go into the car, and the others followed.

And we continued driving.

"The building we want is just up ahead." Bob said.

We all started walking, trying to be as quick and quiet as we could.

When we got to the room, we picked up what we needed.

Medical stuff, we grabbed it, tubes, clamps, bags. We grabbed it, we took it all.

Though now the tricky part was getting out without the googiles.

Sure we could've killed them, but without knowing if they were infected or not.
We couldn't risk it.

So opening the door, we risked going in and killing them, breaking a window and jumping on a little roof.

Bob, fell some and his bag went over the edge, he gripped it though.

"Bob let it go its okay." We all say.

But when he got it over the edge, they hear a clinking sound.

Daryl went to the bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol.

"You got no meds in your bag? You should've kept walking that day." Daryl said about to throw it.

"Don't!" Bob said hand on his gun.

Daryl went closer to him pissed off.

"Let it go Daryl." Tyreese said.

"You take one sip before those people get the medicine, and I'll run your ass to the ground." Daryl said.

We got off the roof, and made our way to the car.

It was a bit tense.

It was obvious too.

But no one said, anything, there was nothing to say, nothing could be said to make it less awkward.

"I'm just scared." I say quietly.

Daryl looked to me, but I kept my eyes on the road.
"I spent years hiding, I would like to say that I'm good at it..." I trail off, my hand gripping the wheel tightly.

"You don't have to hide here." Daryl said.

"Last time I thought that, I got the shit beat out of me." I say glancing at him.

"I can't trust that, not again...I-I just wish I could...I did once, he always--he knew how to help me."

"What happened?" Daryl asked.

"I got pissed off. Over and over. But he never gave up on me.
I just can't, I can't risk it."

"You won't tell me will you?" Daryl asked.