"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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ISABELLÁ
I SAT AGAINST THE BOTTOM OF MY TREE with my head gently resting against it. My bandage on my right arm was bloody and muddied.
Me, Shane, Rick and Daryl has just buried Dale's body. None of us spoke the entire time. It was tough. We are going to have a funeral for Dale in the morning, I think Rick is going to let Randall live to honour Dale. I think it's nice.
"Thought ya weren't sleeping out here tonight" Daryl asked walking out of his tent. "I'm not sleeping" I said bluntly. "Nah. I don't think anyone will be" he said standing next to me.
He then suddenly walked away further into the farm complex. He probably needed time alone I get it. He'd basically known Dale since the beginning. I'd known him for a matter of weeks and this hurt me so I can't imagine how the others felt. I just wish we all left things better with Dale. I wish he knew Randall was still alive and that he was going to stay alive. I wish we saw his way of thinking to start with.
I heard footsteps. I quickly snapped my head round to look where they were coming from. It was Daryl. He was walking towards me with a bowl of water and a rag. I frowned. He didn't say anything he just simply set it down in front of me on a little table before grabbing a box for himself to sit on.
He put the rag in water before taking it out and rinsing the excess water out. He grabbed my left arm. I frowned confused before looking down to see my hands and arms covered in blood. Dale's blood. I relaxed under his grasp knowing what he was doing. He pulled my arm over the bowl of water before submerging my hand in the water while using the rag to wash my arm. I sat watching him.
I would definitely be making comments sexual comments about us touching or I'd even have butterflies in my stomach. But I was emotionless. I was neither happy or sad. And this was dangerous. This was when I became dangerous.
The concentration on his face and the caring nature he expressed interested me. "Stop looking at me like that" he mumbled while washing me arm. I quickly looked away.
He took my arm out of the bowl then moved to my right arm. He dampened the rag and tried to gently wipe the majority of the blood off my cast.
"Get Hershel to change this for you tomorrow" he said quietly. I nodded looking away from him.
"Look at me" he mumbled. I turned my head. My eyes met his as we stared at each other for what felt like hours before he brought the rag up and gently wiped my face. I have blood on my face?
He then gently but the rag back into the bowl. Then moved it to the side before sitting next to me with his back against the tree. We stayed like this until morning.
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"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave" Rick said.
