The Journey Ahead | Daryl Dixon

The Journey Ahead (17)

"Ow ow ow, Daryl stop, stop." I hissed from the pain erupting from my right leg. He set me down on the curb just outside of the building we originally camped out in. He sat next to me and never took his eyes off me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm good."

"Prove it." He said. I attempted to stand up and walk but fell back on my butt and sighed at my struggle.

"That's what I thought. Cmon." He held his hands out for me to jump into. He scooped me up and carried me back to the room. He struggled with the stairs though, I felt guilty for having him haul my ass up the stairs when he is in just as much pain as I am.

He set me down and walked over to our stash of food, grabbing two cans of something.

"Eat up" he said, tossing me a can of peaches. I ripped the top open and woofed it down like I hadn't eaten in weeks. He watched me and tried to hide the smile growing on his face.

"What?" I said with a mouth full of peaches.

"Nothin, you're funny." He said letting the smile show. I smirked and stuck my tongue out at him.

We spent the rest of the time resting and tending to our wounds. Daryl suffered minor injuries, but me on the the other hand, I had a large gash on my head with a heavy bruise to top it off. My leg had a cut in it from broken glass, and my wrist was fractured somehow in the mess. My ankle was sprained, but that just needed rest. Daryl had a couple cuts and bruises, also a matching gash to mine on his forehead.

"Shit!" I said under my breath feeling for my other necklace.

"What's wrong?"

"That necklace, the one you gave me in the garage, the one you went back for, I can't find it!" I said. My eyes skimmed the floor, hoping it would have fallen off somewhere in the room, but that was highly impossible. It probably is mixed in with the wreckage from earlier.

"Cheap, what really matters it the one on you know." He said pointing to the one he made. I held the stone between my fingers and smiled.

"That's true, it had much more value." He smiled at my words and scooted closer to me. He was just about to plant a kiss on me until a loud crashing noise sounded down the hallway.

Daryl stood up and grabbed his crossbow, heading for the door. I started to stand but Daryl pushed me back down.

"No, you stay put."

"I'm coming with you."

"Y/N, can we not do this now!"

"No, we can't, we're letting whatever it is get away." I said standing up to my full height and grabbed the pistol that was set on the table. I heard Daryl sigh behind me as he put his hands on my hips trying to keep me steady.

"I got it." I said, letting him know I was okay to walk.

"You're a real stubborn bitch Ya know that?"

"You're just realizing this now?" I said and made my way over to the door, pistol at the ready.

Daryl opened the door and we made our way into the hallway. He took the lead while I hugged the wall, letting him scope the area and make sure we were safe.

We ran up ahead and lost track of whatever it was that caused the noise. The window was shattered and a walker was lying there with a pen shoved through its temple.

"Was it just the walker?" I asked

"Who would've killed it?" Daryl added.

"Stop! Drop your weapons!" A voice sounded behind us. Daryl raised his crossbow to a young kid, probably 17 or so. He had a rifle in his hands and pointed it at Daryl. I pointed my pistol at him and stood my ground. We were all standing there in a triangle, pointing weapons at each other and not saying anything. The kid broke the silence and began speaking.