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-Chapter forty-nine; Mourning-
JORDYN
JORDYN STILL COULDN'T BELIEVE the words Daryl had said about Taylor.
She knew he was fucked up over Beth's very recent death, but Taylor and Daryl were so close, it was just wrong for him to say something like that.
"Maybe there not really that close." Abraham had suggested as him, Jordyn, Michonne, Eugene, Rosita, and Rick were looting a store to try and find some medical equipment that would help with Taylor's gunshot wound from Dawn.
Noah had stated that if Taylor's gunshot would wasn't cleaned and stitched up soon, she would either die from infection or blood loss; even both.
"Trust me, Abraham. You haven't been with them as long as I have. Their inseparable." Jordyn replied, rummaging through looted med kits.
"They've come a long way since the beginning of all this. Daryl's most likely trying to sort himself out right now; give him time." Rick agreed as he looted behind the front counter.
"Here's one. Not even touched." Rosita said, showing Jordyn an untouched medkit full suture equipment, antibiotics, bandaging, and disinfectant.
"This should have us hunkey dunkey to treat that gunshot. Sooner we get back to her, the better." Eugene said, checking the contents of her kit.
The six exited the store, quickly making their way down the road as Michonne walked up to Jordyn, "You alright?".
"Yeah. Just...worried about Taylor is all..." Jordyn replied.
"You care a lot about her, huh?" Michonne asked.
"Yeah, I really do." Jordyn smiled sadly.
"She still mad at you for running with the Governor?".
"Don't know. She hasn't brought it up since I told her. That day...when I found Merle and Daryl...I had no idea what I was getting myself into..." Jordyn sighed.
Resting a hand on Jordyn's shoulder, Michonne smiled, "She'll be alright, Jordyn.".
Nodding, Jordyn smiled back, "Thanks, Michonne.".
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DARYL
TAKING A DRAG FROM HIS CIGAR, Daryl repeated the words he had said to Jordyn about Taylor over and over again through his head.
He can't believe he said those fucked up things earlier...
His one ray of hope in the midst of the end of the world, and he chooses to say that bullshit.
What the hell was he thinking!?
"She's gonna make it." He heard Carol say, looking up and seeing her sit down next to him.
"...Maybe if I did somethin'...tried to stop her bleedin'..." He mumbled, quickly wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes.
"...She's awake and wants to talk to you. Now's your chance to set things straight." Carol said.
"She don' wanna talk ta' me..." He muttered, taking another drag from his cigar.
"But she does, Daryl. She's in pain and she wants to talk to you. Noah...Noah doesn't think she has much longer without that medical equipment Jordyn, Abraham, Michonne, Rick, Eugene, and Rosita went to get her..." Carol admitted.
"...Alri'..." He nodded, tossing his cigar to the ground before putting it out with his boot.
He walked up to the trunk bed she was laying in, Maggie keeping pressure on Taylor's gunshot wound as Glenn stood beside her.
"...Why would you say that to her..." Maggie spat, glaring up at him, her eyes still red and sore from crying.
Daryl didn't reply, just looked over Taylor's pale, bloodstained face.
"I-It's okay, Mags. H-He didn't really mean it...." Taylor croaked, groaning as she put her hand over Maggie's on her side.
"Babygirl, don' strain yerself." He mumbled, brushing the strands of her hair out of her face.
"I-I'm not. Don't worry..." She smiled weakly, taking his hand in her's.
"...I'm sorry, babygirl..." He said, trying to hold back his tears.
"...P-Please don't cry...you h-have nothing to apologize for...b-but please...can you h-hold me? I'm fucking f-freezing." She said.
"Yeah, 'course." He picked her up to which she cried out in pain, resting her head on his shoulder.
"S-Sorry. It just hurts. Y-Your so warm though." She smiled, basking in his warmth.
Chuckling, a few tears fell from his eyes, "Yer such a fuckin' weirdo.".
Giggling, she replied, "I-I know. I-I'm pretty good at it.".
Noah then walked up, "She doesn't have much longer without those meds.".
"...Yeah...I know..." Daryl nodded, more tears falling.
That's when Rick, Abraham, Jordyn, Michonne, Rosita, and Eugene rushed up.
"It's time for us to get to work, Noah." Eugene said.
Nodding, Noah smiled as Daryl set Taylor back down on the truck bed, "Looks like you got a miracle, Daryl.".
Rick walked up to him, "She's gonna be alright, brother.".
More tears fell as Daryl hugged Rick, "...Thank you...".
"See? She'll be just fine now." Carol smiled, tears of her own falling.
That day...Daryl lost someone very close to him, but he was also blessed with a miracle...
