Wild Roses ~Daryl Dixon Love Story~•

You Tell Me

I scoffed at the sound of his name. Everyone stared into the car, looking at the blindfolded, pale figure. I suddenly felt uncomfortable and started to walk over to my bag. I felt a sharp pain in my calf. Oh yeah, I was shot. I winced a bit but tried to ignore it. I decided I would go into the house to get changed and dress my wounds. I walked passed Dale, who was walking towards the car with the others following. I jumped a bit when a rough hand grabbed my arm, stopping me. I glanced up to find Daryl holding onto my arm. He gave me a look as if saying 'you alright?' I nodded and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He slowly let go, his face full of concern. When he saw I noticed this, he put on a small scowl and turned away. I guess that's as much concern you'll get from a Dixon. I walked up the steps and walked in the house quietly. I couldn't wipe this stupid smile off my face. I knew I was being stupid, but knowing he cared a little bit made the butterflies come back. I shook my head and walked up the stairs to the bathroom. I got changed and threw a gauze pad over the graze on my leg. I knew in no time it would bleed threw But I would stitch it myself up later. "It's gotten bad in town," I heard Glenn mutter as I walked towards the group. "What do we do with him?" Andrea asked. "I repaired his calf muscle as best I can but he probably nerve damage, won't be on his feet for at least a week." Hershel said walking into the room. I felt very uncomfortable with all these people around me, just like in the other groups with my brother. Exactly why we wouldn't stay long. "When he is, we give him a canteen. Take him out to the main road and send him on is way." Rick suggested. I agreed with Rick, but others not so much. The door creaked and I glanced over to find Daryl walking in. I looked down and couldn't help but Think about the kiss down by the water. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks but pushed the thoughts away. "Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea asked, obviously upset with having him here. I was to, but he was also a human being. I heard footsteps behind me and watched as Daryl walked up beside me and leaned on the other side of the door frame, mimicking me. He glanced over and smirked before turning his attention back to the group. "He'll have a fighting chance-" "You just going to let him go?" Shane said cutting Rick off. "He knows where we are.". "He was blind folded the whole way here he's not a threat." Rick snapped. Did they forget he was the one shooting at us? "He's not a threat? and how many of them were there? you killed three of there man, you took one of them hostage but they just ain't gonna come looking for em'" Shane pointed out the obvious. I was thinking the same thing, as much as I hated agreeing with him. "They left him for dead no one, is looking." " We should still post a guard." T-Dog said, breaking up Rick and Shane's argument. "He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel spoke up. I was getting really tired of all this arguing. I wasn't really apart of this group anyways, I shouldn't be here. I got up from the wall and walked outside. I sighed and ran a hand threw my hair. I needed to think of a plan to get away, somehow. But first I needed to stitch up my leg. I walked over to my sleeping bag rummaging threw my stuff. I pulled out a small first aid kit, a needle and some thread. I rolled up my jeans to find the bandage was soaked with blood. Luckily it wasn't on my jeans. I took an alcohol swab from the packet and placed it on the wound. I hissed in pain and bit down on my tongue. I started stitched myself up, humming a bit to myself, trying to take my mind off the pain. "Yer' the happiest person when yer' in pain, aren't ya?" Daryl asked, startling me. I jumped a bit and poked myself in the leg with the needle. "Ouch," I yelled, pulling it from my skin. "Damn, accident prone?" Daryl crouched down beside me, taking the needle from my hand. "Just a scratch," I said, a blush rising to my cheeks when he started to stitch my leg. I didn't pay much attention to the pain, only the butterflies and the feel of his hand on my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about him. It was like he was always on my mind, like a song that get's stuck in your head. He finished up stitching my leg and tapped a gauze pad over the wound. "Come on" He said standing up, offering me a hand. "Thank you" I said taking it. "Wanna come with?" I asked motioning to the forest. I knew I needed to get away from the group a bit. He just nodded and took his crossbow off his shoulder. I grabbed my bow and threw my quiver over my shoulder and started walking to the trees, Daryl slightly behind me. We walked for a good 10 minutes until a moan broke the silence. I held up my hand and we both stopped dead in our tracks. The cold crisp air blew my hair into my face but I didn't dare move. There could be a herd, and I wasn't risking the groups safety. The growls and moan got louder and the crunching leaves became more distinct. I notched an arrow and held my bow steady. The moaning and growls stopped, leaving the forest silent again, except for the occasional bird chirping. I glanced back at Daryl who was on edge just like myself, his crossbow raised toward the bushes that started to rustle. I turned back quickly and raised my bow, pulling the arrow back. Suddenly about a dozen walkers burst out of the bush. I shot the closest one in the head and swiftly drew another arrow. Daryl's bolt flew past me and lodged into another walkers eye. I shot another arrow into the closest corpse. There were two walkers headed straight for me. I didn't have time to think before one tackled me to the ground. I struggled to keep the decaying teeth away from my skin. I tried to call for Daryl but it was no use. The second walker latched onto my boot. I kicked and struggled, letting out a string of curse words but my effort failed miserably. I couldn't reach any of my knives or the gun in my waistband. I held back the head of the walker laying on me, only to have its disgusting blood coat my hands. Blood spattered across my face and I noticed an arrow sticking out of the not lifeless corpse laying on me. I rolled over and stood up as fast as I could. Daryl had saved my life. "You alright'?" again, concern was etched on his face as he paced around, checking me for any bites or scratches. I tried wiping away the blood on my face, but ended up just smearing it. "I'm fine, but uh, thanks" I was never good with words, but at least I was trying. Daryl was facing me again, his face showing no emotion again. God what I wouldn't do to make him smile again.. "Guess ya owe me" He smirked, knowing he had an advantage over me. "Well how do I repay you?" I smirked. "Well let's see.. " Daryl started pacing around me. Instantly a walker lurched out for him, grabbing his shoulders. Instinct kicked in and I threw my knife straight for the walkers head. I heard a satisfying thump from my knife and walked over to the dead, yanking my knife out. Daryl still had shock written on his face. I chuckled a bit and placed a hand on his arm. I felt his tense muscles underneath my hand. "Guess we're even." a smirk playing on both of our lips. "Darling, you missed a spot." He said, motioning towards my face. He reached up and held my chin. I flinched and tensed up but tried to ignore it. I know it didn't go unnoticed by Daryl. He wiped my cheek clean. His hand let go slowly of my face, but soon held my arm softly. I noticed my hand was still on his arm, although it wasn't much, this was about as much as you get from Daryl. I looked up to meet his gaze, locking his blue eyes with mine. It was hard to know how Daryl was feeling, but for some reason I thought I could see a little flicker of something. I seemed so lost in his eyes. Like somehow he was able to break down the walls around me slightly. When I first saw him, he seemed mysterious, but for some reason I felt like I needed to get to know him. There's so much to hide between both of us, but I felt like I could trust him. I'm never one to trust easily, but it was just something about him. I thought about kissing him again, just like down by the river. 'Now or never' I muttered in my head. Before I knew it I smashed my lips into his. He seemed shocked but soon kissed back. My hand ran up his arms shyly and wrapped lightly around his neck. The kiss grew more passionate. His hands found my waist and settled there. We both broke apart for air. "So are we going to make a habit of this?" Daryl muttered, his breath sending chills up my arms. I smiled a bit before reached up slightly and kissing his cheek. "You tell me" I said into his ear. I pulled back and reached down to grab my bow. I stood up to see Daryl leaning up against the tree with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. I winked at him before walking back to the group, trying to wipe the stupid grin of my face.

Hope y'all like this chapter:) I was thinking about doing a post-apocalyptic Daryl fan-fic, any thoughts? It would be frequent updates because I wouldn't need dialoge:p Leave opinions in the comments? thanks y'all! Xx