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

Chapter 8

Waking up with the morning sun on my face was great.
I heard someone footsteps increase up the attic and i fled behind a cardboard box. The doorknob turned and the door creaked open. I peered behind the boxes, my breath ragged while I stared at the mysterious person feet. They had something in their hands, it looked like a knife. With their back facing me I saw they had a sherifs hat on. I snuck up behind them, eyes blazing, and took them to the ground. Both falling to the ground the intruder dropped his knife and I was surprised that it was kid, a teenager. I got off of him, eyes still blazing, before cracking my head to the side making my appearances go back to normal. The boy skittered along the floor and picked up his knife.
"What the hell?" I heard the boy say, panic in his oceanic blue eyes.
"Dad!" The boy shouted and I rushed over to him and put my hand over his mouth.
"Hush." I instructed my eyes flashing again. the boy squirmed but I grabbed him harder. Someones footsteps increased up the steps as I dragged the boy behind the cardboard boxes my hand still over his mouth. The footsteps died away and the boy struggled for air before I released him.
"Who are you?" I asked and the boy looks stunned.
"Who are to? What are you doing in my house?" His face boiled looking very angry and tight looking.
"Your house? This is Daryl's house." I sneered and someone opened the door and it was a different man, curly hair and 5'oclock shadow. He had some resemblance to the kid.
"Dad!" He shouted and the man whirled around to the cardboard boxes and took me by the throat while the boy ran and picked up his knife.
The man and his angry eyes lifted me up so my feet left the ground. I choked for breath as I felt my eyes go funny, my vision going hazy all around me.
"What are you doing in my house?" He hissed and let me down so I collapsed onto the floor again. Trying to catch my breath struggling for air I coughed and spluttered trying to breathe.
"God you know how to treat a lady" I added sarcastically coughing out of breath trying to move.
He twisted my arm and pushed me down the steps all the way to the quaint living room where 4 people were sitting.
"Who she?" A ginger haired man asked with an awesome moustache.
"I found her upstairs." he pushed me onto the floor as I tried to breath again.
"Who are you?" He asked and I coughed and chocked again.
"I can't breath" I choked grabbing and clutching my chest. When I panic my asthma gets really bad and this was not a good time to have an asthma attack they would kill me.
"I said who are you?" The man pointe at me angrily leaning in he got out his gun and pointed it at me. The door swung wide open with a figure stanidng there carrying lots of squirrels.
Daryl takes one look at me before looking at the other people, he rushed over and knelt beside me.
"Can't breath" I wheezed to him and he shot an angry look at the man.
"What the hell Rick?" Daryl shouted getting right into his face, Daryl was red with anger, his arms flailing about.
"You know her?" Rick put his gun in his pocket and Daryl nodded again.
"Yeah that's Lily, I was gonna introduce you to her later, I told her to hide up in the attic."
Everyone watched and I grabbed Daryl's leg as I lent against the couch.
"I need...an..." I chocked he knelt down next to me as I swayed loosing breath grabbing onto his shirt.
"What? What Lily?"
"An inhaler..." I said exasperated collapsing into his arms.