Your Crying Shoulder

Solitary

3rd person pov

Daryl almost couldn't believe it to be true. Bending down to her level, he placed his shaking hands under her chin and turned her head towards him. He was holding his breath as her head turned way too easily towards him. For a second he was scared she had died right there, but when she was fully turned towards him now, her eyes had to adjust to the light, but when she saw him she smiled. She didn't know if it was truly him or not, she actually thought she may be dead and if this is what heaven looked like she'd be fine with it. His heart started to pound as he looked at her pale skin, she had a cut on the side off her head, but he didn't see any scratches or bites. He mentally thanked T-Dog for that. She may not have been injured physically, but she was far from ok. She had to have been dehydrated, probably starving. When her head started to slump down and her eyes started to close, he quickly pushed her chin up gently to look at him. She opened her eyes slightly as he whispered,

"Don't you close them eyes girl."

It was hard, but she nodded. She was physically exhausted and they both knew that if she closed her eyes now she might not wake up. Daryl slung his crossbow behind him quickly and placed his arms under her legs and under her upper body picking her up. She was way too light, lighter than she normally is and this scared daryl worse than any situation life has thrown at him. Quickly he made his way back to the cell block with Mae in his arms. Once entering the cell block, he looked around desperately for any of the others. Curious to see no one. Looking down, he watched as Mae struggled to keep her eyes open. Her whole body was hurting, but she was fighting to keep daryl from worrying. It wasn't working though, daryl could tell she was struggling. He brought her to the closest cell which conveniently belonged to Hershel and lay her on the cot. She hissed as she maneuvered from his arms, but relaxed when she felt the soft cushion under her. Daryl looked down at her as she looked up at him with her bright green eyes. She was pale as a ghost, dirt and dried blood covered her, but those bright eyes never changed. She smiled lightly at him. Both were afraid they would never see the other again. She should've known that daryl wouldn't have let her go missing without looking for her. Daryl still felt like this was all a dream that she was here. She was alive. He placed a hand on her cheek and this sent electricity through her body. Almost forgetting the pain she was in. She brought her hand up and covered his as she smiled at him. This brought a smile to his face as he brought his lips to hers gently. Her lips were dry, but the spark that went through him didn't change. Once he pulled away, he quickly grabbed the water bottle that was on Hershel's table and handed it to her. It was almost like life was brought back to her as the cold liquid went down her throat. Daryl watched her as she pretty much drained the water bottle in seconds. Once she finished, she smiled and said,

"Thanks"

Her voice was a little scratchy, but her throat felt better than it had in days. Daryl nodded,

"I'll get ya some more."

She nodded as he left and was back in seconds with more water. She took the bottle from him gratefully as he looked around with the uneasy feeling of not knowing where the others were. Mae chuckled and daryl looked back at her confused.

"Go find them"

He looked at her uneasily causing her to chuckle,"I'll still be here when you get back"

This brought a small smile to his face as he nodded. He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss again before heading to find the others. He found it hard to breathe when he wasn't around her. He needed to find the others and get back to her and fast. Hearing voices coming from the cafeteria, he made his way in seeing the group surrounded by an unknown woman on the ground. No one really even noticed he was there.