Breathe Princess (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Forty Four

''Alie'' I called my voice echoing through out the prison hallway. I walked up the stairs finding the room that she was staying in.

''You okay?'' I mumbled standing out of the cell door watching as she sat there on the floor, knife in hand staring blankly at the wall, not moving a single muscle.

''Alie!'' I spoke loudly stepping in making her jump, a terrified look plastered on her face.

''What the fuck Annora? You could've knocked'' She hissed her body reaching halfway to the ground.

''Are you okay? I called you like three times'' I asked quietly fiddling with my fingers.

''I was just thinking'' She got up dusting off herself, shoving her knife in her holster ''What do you need?''

''They're going on a run, they could use a helping hand. Thought you might want to go, get to know some of them'' I suggested making chuckle.

''Sure, might as well have a chat with motorbike guy'' She said putting on her gloves.
I gave her a confused look ''What?''

''Get to know him. Don't worry i'm not going to steal him from you'' She joked making me smile but something was odd and off. Maybe it's anxiety or it's probably just jealously because it was the same feeling i felt about Carol. But i shouldn't be worried about it, i've known Alison my entire life and i know she's not the type of a person who would do such a thing.


He started the bikes engine, myself resting my arms around his neck frowning ''You sure you're going to be okay?'' 

''When am i not okay?'' He asked, tracing circles onto my hip.

''Like that one time you said you were going to be okay and you fell into a river and got an arrow stabbed in your side?'' I sassed removing his hair out of his face. 

''I have people with me this time, you don't need to be worried about me woman'' He replied removing his hand from my hip making me bite my lip.

''I'm always worried about you'' I said keeping my voice low but enough for him to hear.

''You don't have to be worry about me''

''But you always worry about me''

''That's different'' 

''It's the same thing''

''This is the lamest argument i have ever had with you'' He stated making me roll me eyes.
''We're not arguing'' I begun resting my hands on my hips.

''It's the start'' He mumbled hooking his rag on his belt, and slinging his crossbow over his shoulder after checking he had all of his weapons in his holster.

''Whats that suppose to mean?'' I wondered taking it the wrong way.

''Nothing okay? I meant nothing'' He replied ending the conversation.

I looked deeply into his eyes sighing ''Just come back safe''

''Always'' He whispered, getting up giving me a kiss before sitting down and driving off.


Here i am again. Sitting down on the ground. Fiddling with my fingers and necklace. Feeling some anxiety starting to hit soon.

''Honey?'' My moms smooth and comforting voice called as i felt a spot the cold spot being taken.

''Hey mom'' I responded giving her a short smile.

''You feeling fine? Chest alright? Pulse? Any pains?'' She worried making me shake my head. I don't blame my mom for being worried 24/7. Ever since i was diagnosed, i would keep quiet and not say if i had any type of pains because i didn't want to make my mom stress and worry about me. So it would make the pain worse because i wouldn't take the medicine that i needed at the time because i was denying having the pains. But right now wasn't the case.