RE-WRITING! Guardian Angel. (A Walking Dead/Daryl Dixon Fan Fiction)

Chapter 61.

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Piper's point of View. 

"Hershel are you going outside?" I called, walking out my cell as he passed. He stopped and looked back at me. 

"Yes I am, I'm going to see if anybody needs help." He asked. 

"Can I come out too?" I asked, hopefully. 

"Now you're in no condition to be helping out just yet..."

"No, no, not to help, I just wanna go outside, I've been stuck in here for two days, please." I begged, smiling a little. 

"Come on then." Hershel smiled. 

"Yay!" I beamed before walking beside him as we left the cell block. I sighed contently as the sun hit my face. "That feels good." I smirked. Hershel chuckled as we continued to slowly walked over to the car which has just parked up. I smiled at Daryl as he and Tyreese climbed out. 

"How's Glenn doing?" Tyreese asked. 

"He made it through the night." Hershel told him. "He's breathing on his own now, Maggie and Bob are with him. He seems stable enough for me to get some air." He explained. 

"He's a tough son of a bitch." Daryl said, walking over to me and kissing my cheek. 

"He is." I agreed. 

"You're a tough son of a bitch." Daryl then said to Hershel. 

"I am." Hershel said proudly, before beginning to walk away.  

"How about Carol? She up in A block with Lizzy?" Daryl then asked. Hershel turned back to us and shook his head. 

"No. Talk to Rick about her." Hershel told him. Daryl frowned. "She's okay, just talk to him." Daryl nodded before Hershel walked away. 

"You know anythin' about it?" Daryl questioned looking at me. 

"No, I've been cooped up in there." I replied. He sighed and looked down. 

"Anyway, how are you?" He asked. 

"Feelin' a lot better, I just wanted some air." I told him. He nodded and wrapped his arm round my shoulder. I leaned into him, looking out into the field. "Did you bury him? Jake?" I asked, looking up at Daryl. He nodded and looked down at me. 

"Next to Lori and T." He told me, pointing up at the three graves. I stood up straight and took his hand. I began walking with him slowly following. 

"I wanna see him." I said, looking back. Daryl smiled and nodded before we walked out onto the field. We approached the three wooden crosses in the grass, and my heart dropped. 

"It's that one." Daryl said, pointing at the freshly dug grave. 

"Pass me your knife." I told him, holding out my hand. He placed it into my hand and I knelt down. I carved the initials J.D. onto the wooden cross. "Jake Dixon." I whispered. I stood back up and smiled at Daryl, he sent a sad smile back before pulling me into a hug. I hugged back,letting on last tear escape my eye. 

"Hershel think I'm okay enough to go back to C, can we head there so I can get some clothes?" I asked, pulling back. Daryl smiled and nodded before we headed back up to the cell block. Once we were in our cell I collapsed onto the bed. 

"Thought you were changin'?" Daryl asked. I sat up an sighed. I then grabbed some clean clothes from under the bed before standing back up. I put the clothes on the bed as Daryl walked up behind my. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly began pulling it off me, his fingers grazing up my side. He tossed my shirt on the floor before unclipping my bra. He slowly pulled it off, kissing my shoulder as he did. Once he dropped it too the floor he wrapped his arms round my waist, kissing my neck.