Daryl's Fallen(TWD fan fiction/Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 5

We were already on the move. With my guitar on my back, I grabbed my bow and arrow tightly to me as Daryl and i walked through the woods rough uneven floor.
"How far away are we?"i asked and he look into the distance.
"Two days max" we continued to walk a little further until I got a strange feeling and my hand flung out in front of him. I crouched and put a finger to my lips. I could hear them snarl, a whole hoard. I pulled Daryl down next to me and he shot me a look.
"There's walkers up ahead." I whispered and a few minuets passed and Daryl stirred.
"Stop!" I hissed and he got up anyway but immediately ducked back down while a hoard trudged past us.
He looked at me in bewilderment.
"How did you..."
"Senses hightened." I finished off for him and we waited until they were gone before we got up and walked again. I gasped as my foot got caught on something and a familiar shooting pain shot up my leg.
Shit.
I fell to the ground and Daryl ran back to me and helped me up, his strong arms supporting me.
"Shit that hurt." I mumbled and tried to put weight on it but took a short intake of breath. Daryl ducked down and touched it, his strong hands trying to be gentle.
"It's not broken just a bad sprain." he stated and I gave him puppy dog eyes as I was filled with worry. What we are gonna do? He grabbed my guitar and swung it over his shoulder holding it close.
"What do we do?"
"One thing to do." he smirked before swiping me up in his arms carrying me bridal style and I laughed ridiculously as he held me close.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and I felt safe for once.

An hour had passed yet I was still in Daryl's arms as we walked.
"So what were you before this?" I asked and he looked down at me and raised his brown eyebrow high.
"What you think?"
"Something probably to do with motorbikes me thinks." I giggled a little.
"Does it matter?" He shrugged and i frowned keeping my cool.
"No, just wondered."
We came across a barn and night was falling so we scrambled in there.
I looked around it the familiar smell of hay hit my nose.
"My grandma had a farm, up in Georgia." I smiled touching the wooden frames and pondering deeply. Daryl stayed by the window fiddling with a knife between his fingers as the moonlight started to trickle in.
"You sure you ain't turnin slow?" I was caught off guard by his question.
"The incident happened about a year ago, so no." I did a little twirl gathering some hay in my hands and throwing it in the air like confetti like I used to when I was younger.
"What are you doin?" He smirked, I liked it when he smiled.
"Having fun." I mused and went forward towards him but he shook his head.
"Don't do fun." he shook his head, I cocked my head and frowned.
"Fun keeps you sain." I shrugged and he looked at me in that familiar way.
"You've been here before haven't you?" I asked and he seemed suprise that I knew that before nodding his head.
"Used to run to here when I was a kid." he looked out the window, the moonlit sky created shadow across his face. I sat on a hay stack and listened to home while looking up at the ceiling.
"Why were you running?" I huffed.
"Life was shit, life is shit." he added.
"Life is shit if you make it shit" I sat up and shrugged and he glared at me. His blue eyes squinted at me before he pulled them back to his hands which were fiddling with that knife again.
"Nah life was and is bad. Dad was a son of a bitch, my brother was in juvy, my mum was dead. I used to run here cos someone kept a horse in here, dad saw me with it shot it between the eyes," he murmured looking at his fingers and I gulped, who would shoot a horse?
Light was gonna break in a few hours so I opened the barn door and stepped outside. I guess I hasn't changed in the apocalypse, still the little hippie girl who did weird things all the time.
I looked back at the barn and at the massive haystack next to it still in tack, I got out my dad's lucky lighter and thought...
"Hey!" Daryl grabbed my arm and I jumped out my skin before I shook him off.
"What are you doin?" His eyes were glaring at me and his face was rigid. I threw the lighter at the haystack and it began to light up. I watched the breeze as it began brushing my hair in the wind. Daryl started to curse and shook my shoulders before he headed back inside and grabbed all the stuff and dumped it in front of me. He came right up to me his chest touching mine as he looked down at me and he pushed me back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You needed to see that, you needed it burned down. It wasn't doing any good, just a memory that needs to go." I murmured and he staggered back and shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair before storming off into the woods.

I waited on a tree stump for him to return, hours later he did crossbow in hand.
He looked depressed while looking at the embers of the barn. I threw my guitar on my back and I walked beside him and slipped my hand through his my fingers interlocking with his. He looked down and then up at me before squeezing my hand tightly. We began to walk again away from the hurt and the pain of his memory's.