Confide in Fear | DARYL DIXON •1

2. Found

Alex's *POV*

I panicked as I woke up not remembering where I was. I calmed down and rubbed my eyes once I remembered that I was found by people and brought to their camp, which was a prison.

I saw in the corner of the cell that I was sleeping in, there were black jeans, a shirt and a pair of socks, along with a bottle of water. All of it, resting on a steel chair. I got up, and my ankle still throbbing with pain. I made my way over to the water and drank at least half of it within seconds. My eyes darted to the clothes and I changed into them carefully.

Once I was finished, I made my way out of the cell and was met with Daryl, who sat right outside.

"You were there this whole time?"

"Someone's gotta keep watch." He mumbles.

"Of me?"

"We don't know you, you could be apart of the gov- nah.. we don't know you. Don't know if we can trust you."

I squinted my eyes at him, but shrugged him off as I began walking away. A young girl was sitting on steel steps, feeding a baby. She glanced up at me and smiled, and I returned the gesture.

"If you're looking for Rick, he's outside." The young girl said.

"Oh, thank you...?" I said, not knowing her name.

"Beth."

"Thank you Beth. I'm Alex." I said.

"Nice to meet you." She said smiling, "This is Judith."

"She's cute." I smile. "Hi."

I walked slowly out of the cell block and tried to find my way out of the place to head outside.

The sun was awfully bright for this time of year, making it hard for me .

Instantly, I felt sweaty in the long sleeved shirt and dark black jeans and boots.

Rick was standing by some people, around a car, and he motioned for me to come over. I began walking, watching him talk to the people who had opened the car doors and got in. When he was done talking and I had approached him, his hand pats the car and it drives away.

"Need any help with anything?" I asked generously, hoping it would make an impression.

"If you could walk."

"I could handle anything. I'll be fine." I explained while balancing on my other foot. I wanted to prove myself to him, to all of them. I was someone to trust.

"Help me get this over to the fence down there." He said, while pointing at wood, which looked like a tree's body. I helped him carry the thing towards the very first fence of the prison. I had to stop a couple of times because of my ankle.

"Take it easy." His deep voice spoke. "Don't hurt your self too much." I squinted over to him and smiled, while being out breath. I was just happy I didn't have asthma.

Rick and I reached the front of the prison and he told me he could handle the rest.

"Do I get to stay here?" I asked quickly, hoping he'd say yes, because I really didn't want to go back out on the road on foot. Alone. "Not to rush you into making a decision, I just- I can't be alone out there anymore."

"I know what it feels like, but It depends." He said straight forward.

"On?" I asked.

"Depends on your loyalty to this group. Depends on if we can trust you." He said, as I nodded at him. "Once your ankle gets better and heals, you'll be able to help out more. Potentially go out on runs."

"Thank you." I spoke, while turning to walk away.

"Don't thank me too soon." He said sternly. "Just know that we take trust very serious around here."

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"Your ankle may heal in a couple of days, if you're lucky." Hershel spoke, while checking out my ankle, in a secluded room within the prison. It was dark, no windows, but he did have some light with candles and lanterns.

"Thank you." I said, appreciating his generosity.

"I think Rick will come around. So much has happened, so it will take some time for him and the others to trust you. But I'm sure he'll come around." He said, finishing wrapping up my ankle.

"Why are you so sure?" I asked him, as we stood up together.

"Because I know Rick. And Rick was a different person before you came here."

"Oh." I look down at my foot.

"If you keep off your foot for the rest of the day and tomorrow you'll be better before you know it." He said.

"Thanks, again." I said, while Hershel nodded and I walked away, and back to the cell block to my cell. When I entered the cell block, I saw a bunch of people in a group talking. I went directly to my cell, but some person stopped me.

"You're Alex."

"Uh, yes I am." I respond to the short brunette haired woman giving me a sincere smiling.

"I'm Maggie. Hershel's daughter. Rick told me to introduce you to some people around here." The young woman spoke, as her short hair fell in front of her face.

"Okay."

"This is my husband, Glenn. Beth, you know and baby Judith, she's Rick's. That's Carol, Sasha and Tyrese. And you already know Michonne." She spoke, pointing at the people in front of us, sitting and standing around the cell block.  I don't even remember how to react around humans anymore because I haven't seen one since my family. But they're all dead. Gone. I'll never seen anyone again, which made me feel upset in the moment. But maybe, these people will be around me for the long run.

"And your name is Alexandra, right?" Glenn asked.

"Yeah." I smiled nervously, "Alex."

"Alex, hi." A man approached me. "I'm Glenn. Michonne and Daryl helped you out, didn't they?"

"Yeah they did. I would've died if it weren't for them." I shook my head. The rest of the conversation consisted of things about a council, the runs that the group goes on and questions some of them asked me.

After all that, pretty much all of them disappeared but Glenn, Maggie and Carl. I left the three standing around near the metal steps, as I went to lay down and rest in one of the cells.

"Are we sure we can trust her?" I heard Carl speak. I raised my eyebrows and turned on my other side so I could get comfortable, facing the dirty wall.

"We don't know yet. But your father will handle all of it. If your father can trust her, we all should too." Maggie spoke.

"Yeah, she seems harmless. She needs to stay. We let everyone from Woodbury stay- the ones who's didn't put up a fight." Glenn responded to Maggie.

I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep, but my mind was too busy on Woodbury? And figuring out who these people were, here in the prison.

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I woke up and carefully got up out of the bed. I pushed the sheet hanging from the entrance of my cell out of my way, noticing that it was grey outside. I needed some water, so I decided to go find Maggie or Glenn, or even Rick to help me find some if they had any.

I turned the corner to the table where everyone would eat. I bumped into someone, causing me to fall on the ground. "Watch out." The voice mumbled. It was Daryl. His hand gripped my wrist and pulled me up. LYou good?

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said.

"Welcome." He said, while walking away.

"Thank you." I said, forgetting to say thank you before when he helped me. He wasn't the nicest person, but there was something about him that seemed to have a good part on the inside.

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