Lost // TWD // A Daryl Dixon Story

2.8

But that wasn't the end, the happiness, the relief, the acceptance was all ripped away when I hear a voice,

"Come on stay with me," Michonne. My eyes are only able to open for a second before I'm consumed by darkness once more.

This time, it wasn't happy memories. It was the sad ones, the angry ones, the ones I have spent my whole life trying to forget. My past flashing before my eyes. The drugs, the drinks. The late-night parties. Sleeping with random people, too drunk to care who. Waking up hungover just to go straight back to the bottle. Seeing Merle, getting drugs, again and again. Never at school, Ruining my life.

Then the world was ruined. My mom getting bitten. Sky getting shot. Everything about Merle. The farm, leaving Daryl and the group. Watching Merle die. Shadow and walkers, so many walkers. Then darkness once more.

"How is she?" Rick.

"She has lost a lot of blood," Hershel.

"What are her chances?" Beth.

"She's only been out a few hours, but she's still losing blood. Every second she's out is a second closer to her death." Hershel.

I hear them speaking, right next to me. I have to decide. Just give up? or use every ounce of life left in me to wake up?

"If she turns?" Beth.

"We won't let her" Daryl.

Daryl. I push away all the memories, the chance at ending this nightmare. The pain pulsing in my chest. I use everything in me to open my eyes. Slowly they open, adjusting to the dim room. I see everyone just outside a barred door, discussing their options. Slowly I sit up, the pain nearly unbearable. Noticing one wrist was cuffed to the metal bed frame. I speak.

"Anyone got painkillers?" I speak, my voice coming out weaker than I had hoped. Daryl was the first in the room, Rick, Beth, and Hershel soon after. All of them just staring at me in shock. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I seem to have been shot" I joke and they all just chuckle. Rick uncuffs me and I go to stand. Before my eyes blur and my head spins.

"You need to rest you've lost a lot of blood" Hershel helps me sit back down.

"Michonne?" I ask, now remembering how I got shot.

"She's okay, she's with Carl and Judith," Rick replies

"Judith?" I ask confused,

"Lori had the baby, but she didn't survive," Hershel replies before heading out of the cell with Rick. leaving me with Daryl and Beth.

"T-dog's gone too" Daryl speaks from the corner. Looking uneasy around Beth.

"Fuck" I mumble under my breath.

"How are you feeling. You scared us all." Beth spoke up sitting next to me on the bed.

"Sore, I was serious about the painkillers. do you have any?" I ask with a weak smile.

"I will go have a look" she smiles back, standing and leaving the cell.

"The hells up with you?" I asked smiling as he stands in the corner.

"nothin'" he replies.

"I don't believe you but I'm too sore to pry" I joke.

"How are yuh really doin', you were gone a long time. thought yuh were dead"

"Its gonna take more than that to kill me, it did fuck up my tattoo though," I say pulling up my shirt to reveal the small bandage covering the wound, and part of my tattoo.

"Yah were shot and chur tattoo is chur worry?" he laughs, sitting on the floor across from me, back against the wall.

"Always" I smile.