Rock Bottom (Daryl Dixon/ TWD)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

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I was in a place, a place were I wasn't asleep but I wasn't awake either, right in between . Before my mind could wonder dangerously close to my most terrible memories, a slrgshhhh! Sound follwed by a thud brought my back from my sleep. I slipped front he now empty sleeping back and stepped into the light of the warm fall day.

In front of me Daryl was holding his cross bow over his shoulder and on the ground there laid a woman, but her flesh was torn and her skin was a sickly grey. It was no doubt that she had been infected.

"Damn walker trying to eat my face off" Daryl muttered.

"Is that what you call them? walkers?" I asked in confusion,

"Ya, we all do." Daryl said gruffly. Daryl hitched his cross bow up further on his shoulder.

"I'm going hunting, stay out of trouble, please." He said before giving me one of those adorable smirks. I nodded in return.

I watched as Daryl walked in the same direction that we had come from when he found me yesterday. Maggie approached me soon after, "I figured you'd want some clothes, they might be a bit big, your mighty thin" she said while she handed me a black cotton tee shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Thank you Maggie" I said smiling at her,

"You could come up to the house and shower, if you want" she offered.

I accepted enthusiastically. She led me to the house and showed me to the bathroom.

I peeled of the clothes that I'm hadn't taken off in days and stared at myself in the body length mirror. Maggie was right, I was getting thin. My ribs were out so far out that I could count them, and my collar bone could poke an eye out.

My hair was coated in grease and my nails had dirt and mud under them.

I warmed up the shower and scrubbed every bit of scum from my body.

I stepped out of the shower and I changed into the outfit that Maggie left me. My hair always dried In soft waves so I didn't bother touching my long brown locks.

I pulled on the cowboy boots that I had before and walked through the house and back into the camp area.

For the first time in a long time I looked like myself, I couldn't help but wonder what Daryl would say.

Daryl emerged from the woods soon after I had began helping Lori with laundry.

He came roughly within five feet of me, and his eyes raked over every inch of me. I felt so wanted.