Genny sleeps through the day as she's still healing from the gunshot wound. Daryl walks in and looks at her as she has one arm under her head.
He walks over to the bed taking off his stuff and throwing it on the top bunk. He lays down making her groan a little in pain putting her hand on the bandage.
"Sorry," he whispers kissing her head.
"It's okay," she sighs as she moves back a little.
"How about I move out the bunk? Put the mattresses on the ground," he suggests laying down next her.
She puts her head on his chest, "maybe." She whispers closing her eyes with a sigh.
"Hey," he whispers as she's almost sleeping.
"Yeah," she breaths out.
"I love you," he whispers kissing her head.
The words are rarely spoken between the two. Every time they are, they mean a lot to them. "I love you too," she whispers kissing him softly.
The next day Hershel checks on Genny's gunshot wound. "So, you and Daryl?" He asks as he's taking off her bandages.
"You trying to keep me from feeling pain?" She asks with a slight smile while sweat drips down her forehead.
"Maybe," he smiles at her.
She rolls her eyes and he inspects the stitches. "I wanna do a test," he starts getting up.
"The answer is no," she says looking at him.
He looks at her before nodding, "you wanna tell Daryl yourself?" He asks.
"I have a broken leg, my nerves are severed, my muscles are damaged and I don't even know if I can move my leg," she says with raised eyebrows.
"I'll get you something to walk, and I promise, you'll walk again," he says squeezing her hand.
"I'll walk, hell, I'll run," she smiles.
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Dead or alive, I love you
FanfictionGenevive Rhee has a long past, but the 30 year old also has a strong will and mind. When her and younger brother join a group up by the quarry, a redneck immediately falls for her. Over time, the two slowly grow to each other and she allows him to...
