Confide in Fear | DARYL DIXON •1

6. Working Things Out

Alex's *POV*

We followed Daryl down to the other part of the hallway, getting away from the walkers. We turned to the left of the corner, and hid.

Daryl peeked his head out. "There's about fifteen of them heading this way. We could take them."

"I don't think I can. I hurt my wrist when I fell." I spoke up.

"Suck it up." Daryl said.

"Daryl, come on." Maggie glared at him, as he huffed out a breath like he always does.

"Is it your good hand?" Tyreese asked me.

"No, but all those bags... I need carry them. I can't do both at the same time."

"Alright, here's the plan. Just carry the bags the best you can, while we get us out of here. Stay behind Maggie, and stay in front of me." Tyreese said. I nodded, getting ready to leave.

"Always saving someone." Daryl mumbled.

"Just start running!" Daryl yelled, as he killed already two walkers, and continued to do so. Tyreese was shoving two walkers to the side and killing them quickly. Maggie shot one, and stabbing another, as I walked in panic and then eventually running towards the door.

Unlike the previous run, it wasn't that quiet. Tyreese and I got to talking about the things we missed from before everything had happened. The basic things, like food our family cooked, music we loved and even not having that many troubles like we do now.

Maggie occasionally asked a few questions as she sat up in the front with Daryl, who was driving and just keeping to himself. I wondered how long it'd take him to be nice or comfortable around me, since these people probably didn't know him since before this had happened.

We arrived back at the prison, the car now safely behind the fences with us in it. Rick had stood next to the car, waiting for us to get out.

"How'd it go?" I heard Rick say, as soon as I got out the car as fast as I could.

"Nothing we can't handle." Maggie said.

Rick came walking over to me, and started to help me with the bags we had in the back of the trunk.

"Where's Hershel?" I asked.

"He should be inside with Beth and Judith." Rick said. "You okay?"

"She hurt her hand and almost got us killed." I heard Daryl said, as he began to walk over.

"Almost got us-what? I didn't. We weren't even in danger, we're fine, Rick." I said.

"Says the girl with the hurt wrist."

Rick sighed, "I'll help out here. Alex, go find Hershel, get your wrist wrapped up."

"Alright." I said, and began to go find Hershel.

"It's not broken, just sprained." Hershel explained while he examined it. "You can take it off in a week or so," Hershel started to wrap my wrist up.

"A week?" I sighed.

"Yes." Hershel looked up and smiled and I smiled back.

"Can I ask you something? Since you're, you know, I guess the go to man around here."

"Go ahead." He said, still focusing on my wrist, a smile lingering on his face.

"How do you make amends with someone? Someone you never were close with or never even got the chance to know?"

"I assume you're talking about Daryl?" Hershel interrupted.

"Yeah. I just don't want to get in fights and Rick has enough and throws me out, I guess."

"I assume people have told you that he just needs to get used to having new people around. Because if he gets to close, he's worried they'll disappear, won't trust them and or they'll die right in front of him."

I didn't answer, I just looked at Hershel, knowing he could be right. It stood quiet for awhile, until he finished warping my wrist. "Okay, you're good to go."

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"It's only been a week since she's been here."

I heard Daryl whispering to someone in the cellblock. I stood standing around the corner holding my right hand in my left, wincing from the pain in my wrist. Peeking my head in, I had seen Daryl talking to Rick by the stairs.

"Daryl, We let Bob do the same. He's trustworthy, and so is Alexandra from what I can tell so far."

"That's different." Daryl spoke back.

"And how is it different, Daryl?" I heard Rick sigh.

"It just is." He answered. I walked straight into the cellblock, and they must've heard me walk in, because they quickly stopped talking and looked at me.

"You were talking about me." I said, not sure if it was a question, or a statement. I was staring directly into Daryl's eyes.

"I think it's best if you two work things out. It would make things better for future runs..." Rick said, walking towards me. I glared at him and he shrugged his shoulders, leaving the cell block to the two of us.

"You know, If you think I'm untrustworthy or have any negative feelings towards me, you could've said something to me," I sighed, looking at him straight in the eyes. He looked at me too, but didn't say anything, just stood there and looked. "Or don't." I sighed. He mumbled something, and just walked away like what I said was nothing.