Lost then found • Daryl Dixon

Chapter Thirty Seven

All I could hear is ringing.

As I slowly came to, all I heard was the ringing in my ears, small voices in the background sounding muffled.

It took a moment for my brain to catch up to what had happened here.

I told Daryl I was pregnant and then he was gone. Shit, I needed to get to him.

My arms were still wrapped tightly around my stomach and body. I had to assess myself before I even attempted to move. I wiggle my toes, good I can still feel and move those. Next was my fingers; good, no permanent damage. I finally unraveled my arms, moving them so I could push myself up. Looking around, smoke filled the air, barely able to see two feet in front of me.

"Lee!" was all I heard, getting louder and coming through the ringing in my ears. Daryl. Slowly coming through the smoke filled air was Daryl. Fear was written across his face as he continued to shout my name, looking in all directions for me.

"Dare!" I tried to shout but it came out more croaked, but he still heard me.

As soon as he heard his name, his eyes darted around looking for where I was. Then his eyes landed on mine. Ignoring the heap of rubble between us, Daryl climbed his way over to me, nearly falling a few times but he didn't care. The urgency on his face was apparent that he needed to get to me.

When he got in front of me, he bent down to swoop me up to my feet as gentle as he could. The fear and worry on his face never left, even now standing in front of me his eyes locked onto me. He was still scared.

Using one hand to hold my face close and the other to push my hair behind my ear, his eyes roamed over me and again and again. The fear in his face starts to slowly fade as his eyes bounce back and forth from my eyes to my stomach. You could see behind his eyes the newfound fear he had.

"I'm okay," I tell him. His eyes stop looking at me directly in the face. He runs his thumb over my cheek causing me to wince a little.

Okay, maybe I'm a little cut up. But so was he, you could see the small cuts on his face and arms where the flying rubble had hit him.

"I'm okay," I tell him again, this time he just pulls me into his arms, holding me close to him. Pulling away, he opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by people running and screaming.

"Are you two okay?" Maggie screams from the opposite end of the courtyard.

We both nod, not even sure if she can see us. We only now take a look at what actually happened. The guard tower, mine and Daryl's guard tower, was blown to pieces. Pieces of it were scattered across the courtyard. It's a weird thing that you can have some sentimental value of some bricks but up there meant a lot to both of us.

But I couldn't think about everything we had and lost up there because we were in danger now.

"Get back!" was all I heard Dad scream to everyone else that was running outside to see what happened.

"Come on," Daryl takes my hand, pulling me over to where the others were hiding behind one of the low walls still there. I poked my head around the corner to see what was happening, my blood turning cold.

There stood the Governor, surrounded by cars with people who had heavy artillery and a tank. He was standing on a tank. Well, I guess that's what took out my guard tower.

"Rick, why don't you come down here? We need to talk!" The Governor shouts. I turn to look at Dad, shaking my head. He couldn't go down there, he'd kill him.

"It's not up to me!" Dad shouts back, "there's a council now, they run this place!"

"Is Hershel on the council?" He shouts smugly as everything goes silent. One of his men go to one of the cars, pulling Hershel out of it. You can hear the audible gasps coming from Maggie and Beth beside me. I drop my hand from Daryl, not before squeezing it, and take each of their hands, squeezing them. I had to keep it together for them