Breathe Princess (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter Forty Seven

I was locked up in a cell in the middle of A block, basically coughing my lungs up every five minutes.

I should never have been in the cell block when the outbreak happened. My immune system was no where near as strong as Daryl's or Rick's. I probably wouldn't be able to survive this whole ordeal.

I had barely moved from the bed that I was lying in. My entire body was covered head to toe in sweat and I was completely shattered, although I couldn't sleep.

Everyone around me was in the same state. They were all coughing, keeping one another up and occasionally; someone would start yelling and complaining.

There was only one good thing about this whole place and that was that we could still talk to the people that were trying to protect us.
There was a glass wall at the back of one of the rooms, somewhere where the people on death row would be able to see their families and not be a threat; a window was on the farthest side of the wall and thankfully you could hear whatever the person on the other side was saying.

My mom had come round a few times to see if I was up to talking, but I was finding it hard to move. I could hardly walk and when I did, I had to keep hold of the wall just in case I fell over.

It wasn't until late one night when Sasha wandered over, informing me shortly that Daryl was waiting at the window for me.

I hadn't spoken to him in so long and now; here he was.

My heart was racing, a little too much for me, yet I managed to drag my sorry ass off the bed and clambered my way towards the wall, having to pull up a chair before I fell over.

"Why are you here, Daryl?" Did I really have a right to be short with him? Not really, although he didn't seem to understand why I didn't tell him about Jacob. I had my reasons, they may not have been valid to Daryl, but they were still my reasons.

"I'm heading out with the group tomorrow, needed to make sure you were okay before I left." It was nice to know that he still cared. At least there was something left in there for me. As much as I wanted to take in every inch of his appearance; I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes and just see blue, see the person I fell in love with but I couldn't. I wanted to be able to know that I could get lost just looking at him, that I could fall in love with him all over again but my mind wouldn't allow it. I kept flashing back to the point when he found out about Jacob. How his eyes clouded over in almost hatred. How angry he got, how terrifying he was to me.

No matter how hard I tried, I kept flashing back and seeing the man I fell in love with becoming someone that I never wanted to be near.

"I'm fine." I dead panned and shrugged, taking a deep breath and coughing again, slight specks of blood hitting the palm of my hand.

"I'll be back as soon as I can with the meds. I'm not going to let you die, Annora." It was mainly my fault that he and I were no longer talking. I had every opportunity to fucking tell him about Jacob and I chickened out.

"Be safe." I finally managed to look at him quickly before I gave up, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the flash of anger I saw in him. I pushed my body off the chair and moved slowly out of the room, heading back to the bed which was drenched in my own sweat, although anywhere was better than here right now.

Daryl POV

I was mad as Hell that Annora would hide something like an ex-fiancé from me. I loved this woman yet she'd been lying to me this whole time.

When she collapsed outside, I didn't know what went through my head. I just had panic flood through my veins, the panic that I wasn't there to catch her like I had been so many times before.

I needed to go and get the meds, if for no one else but her. She was more important to me than the majority of the people in this damn jail and I was about to let her die.

I'd never loved anyone before, but her; there was something about the fact that she had me wrapped around her little finger and I didn't even care.

I lost my cool with her, I knew that. I knew she was scared of me. The look on her face when I snapped at her honestly killed me, I couldn't stop the anger though, no matter how much the look on her face killed me; I couldn't stop it.

"So, it's just gonna be us three like in the old days?" I was fixing up the car we were gonna use to go on a run, making sure everything was fixed so nothing would go wrong. We didn't need that, not now that Annora was only just managing to survive.

"You, me and Bob." I replied, nodding my head and wiping my hands on the red handkerchief I always kept in my back pocket. "Still, feels like we could use another person." I sighed, standing and leaning up against the car door.

"Who else isn't sick?" She asked. Everyone else in the prison was as sick as a dog, all of them in the same shape as Annora was.

"Can't ask Rick, he wants to stay here with Carl and little ass kicker, keep 'em safe. Plus, there's plenty of stuff he can do here." I pointed out as closing the hood.

"So who else we got?" She asked, looking towards me for an answer.
There weren't that many people left in the prison who would be willing to come with us, and even if they did; they probably wouldn't be able to protect themselves against the amount of walkers we would probably come across, not to mention I didn't think we'd be able to trust them. 

 
"Everything look alright?" Bob asked as he walked through the main gate, heading towards the two of us.

"Yeah, Zack had this thing runnin' pretty good." I nodded to him. We needed Bob, he was probably the only one who knew exactly what it was we were looking for.

"This Zack's car?" Bob asked, probably worried about riding in a dead man's car, although it was the only good one we had.

"It's the fastest one we've got." I responded, coming out from the inside window where I'd been sitting. "You alrigh'?"

"You really want me coming along?" He asked with concern in his voice. I laughed a little and pulled the small sheet of paper from my back pocket. A list containing everything we needed.

"What's that say?" I asked, pointing to one of the items on the paper.

"Zanamivir." He reeled off like he was reciting his cell phone number.

"Yep, we need you." I confirmed, putting it away.

"You still got room for one more?" Tyreese's voice came from around the car.

"Hell yeah." I nodded with a small smile.

" Just gotta get my gear." He nodded at us and walked off to gather up his things.

"You ready to go Bob?" I turned to the man standing behind me.
This was going to be an interesting run, but this time around it was for one thing and one thing only, the same thing that everyone wanted; medicine. Without the medicine, Tyreese's sister was going to die, Annora was going to die.

I may still be a little pissed at her, but there was no way in Hell that I was about to let that happen. I swore to protect her and I would be damned if I was going to go against that now after one stupid little argument.