Broken Crown ~Daryl Dixon~

Lost

Mason woke up to see his sister face down in the dirt, he freaked for a moment, thinking that something happened but once he watched her push herself off the ground he relaxed. Florence forgot for a moment that her mother was dead. The tears well in her eyes, she sobbed slightly and hugged her brother once he came down to her. 

"I'm sorry Mason, I'm sorry you never get to see her again. I'm sorry that we're never gonna go home again. I'm sorry that we'll never be one big happy family again." She sobbed, already feeling horrible for her brother, feeling horrible for the youngest in the family. He cried with her, yet pushed through his pain and smiled sadly back at her. 

"We'll be okay, I know it..." He whispered, then watched as she jumped and glanced at two men behind him. 

"Well, don't you two look like shit." Florence slowly raised her hands, hoping that these men wouldn't hurt them or weren't with the group that killed their mum. One looked older than the other, the younger one took notice of the two and sighed upon their appearance.  

"You got any weapons?" 

"No," Florence stated, her voice quavering at the thought of everything that could happen. 

"You got a camp?" 

"No." 

The younger one took notice of the girl, he noticed the shirt that was revealing sections of her breasts and the cuts that littered her skin. He crouched down slightly, holding his hands up as well and gave her a look. He carefully took off his unbuttoned shirt and placed it over her shoulders. She lowered her hands, placed the shirt on properly and did the buttons up to hide her chest.

The younger man helped the two up, Florence grabbed her bag, placed it on and stared at the two men in worry about what could happen if she put her faith in the wrong people. Florence surveyed the men, she felt more inclined to trust the younger-looking one, the older one scared her. 

"Well, what happened to you two?" The older one spat out, eyeing down the items that they carried. 

"Merle!" The younger one hissed. 

"We were with the rest of our family, some men came... they killed our mum," Mason spoke softly, seeing Florence break down just broke his heart. He never really was close to his mum, it still hurt a lot but he didn't feel the pain that she did. 

Florence felt her head spinning, she slowly lowered herself to the ground and clutched her side.  Mason dropped down to the ground as she groaned in pain, she pulled up her shirt and whimpered at the size of the wound she had. 

"Flo, shit! That's your..." 

"Just hand me my bag, I... I'll take it out...." She drawled on, whimpering slightly as she moved to get the bag. 

"Look, neither of you is in any shape to treat that here and we have a camp. We can help you there, I'll just stop the bleeding for long enough until we get there." Florence weakly nodded, she lifted her shirt up again, letting him place pressure on the wound and bandage it up. Mason took her bag, hauled it over his back and watched as the man carefully picked Florence up. She whimpered, clutching onto him and sobbed quietly as the spear embedded her skin a little more. Knowing that she'd be in no position to walk, he carried her bridal style and turned to his brother. 

"Merle, let's go." Mason followed the two men for a while, they found themselves nearby a quarry. All the other camp members glanced around to see who the two strangers were, the younger man placed the girl down on a camping cot. She passed out across the way, exhaustion and blood loss getting the better of her. Mason stayed at her side as she was fixed, the man was careful and gentle.

This girl was hurt, he didn't know to what extent she had been hurt, yet by guessing how her chest was littered with cuts. He assumed it was bad, that she was hurt and damaged. He was glad she was asleep, he didn't want her to feel the pain of him ripping the dagger out of her side, cleaning the wound and stitching it up. He placed a large bandaid on it and then wrapped a bandage around her waist. He laid her down in the caravan, giving her a pillow and blanket. 

"Thank you," Mason stated to the man, earning a nod from him. 

Florence woke up in the early morning two days after the whole ordeal happened, her entire body ached and she was confused as well as scared. The girl carefully pushed herself up, she swung her legs to the side and clenched her eyes shut at the pain that overwhelmed her. She looked for the closet thing next to her that she could use as a weapon and that just happened to be a kitchen knife. It hurt having to walk, yet she crept towards the door and threw it open, groaning as the light stabbed her eyes. 

The girl slowly lowered her arm as she saw children running around, women working and men sitting on their arses. She leaned against the frame of the door, sighing slightly and waited for the pain to disappear. 

"You're awake." She glanced at the voice, nodding slightly at the man that helped her, he glanced at the knife in her hands and shook his head a smirk falling on his lips. 

"Where's my brother?" Florence didn't look at the man, this man was something else, did what he had to do to survive and at least for now, she knew that moment of kindness wouldn't last and he do what she assumed he knew best. 

"He's over there, he's got a tent for each of 'ya and you can both stay here. Just gotta help 'round the camp." His accent caused his words to drawl, she nodded and clutched her stomach before slowly lowering herself to the step. 

"So, is G.I Joe over there the leader of the camp?" She mumbled, causing the man to snort, he helped her back up and into the SUV. The girl stared at him, took a deep breath and leaned up against the bed she was lying on. 

"What's your name?" 

"Daryl, what 'bout you?" 

"Florence." He gave a slight nod, then glanced to her hand that rested where her wound was. 

"I need to change that." The girl gave a small smile but it was clearly uncomfortable and yet she lifted her shirt, he glanced at the bandage wrapped around the wound. Dry blood soaking it, the girl rested against the bench, her heart racing as Daryl stood close to her to unwrap the bandage. The girl glanced down at the wound, hissing in surprise as Daryl touched the wound, flinching away from Daryl, he apologised and rested a hand on her stomach his warmth causing her to jump at his touch.

"You're lucky you this didn't get infected." Florence barely nodded, she wasn't feeling good to be alive at the moment. 

"Thanks." She murmured, glancing at the man, pulling down her shirt once he finished wrapping the wound up. Florence walked out with Daryl and walked over to her brother who placed down a bunch of wood. He jogged over, finishing the distance between them and hugged her carefully, remembering her wound and what happened. 

"Flo, come on, I've got our stuff in our tents, you can change and we can talk." The girl followed her younger brother, clenching her eyes shut as she thought about the creepers, about the men who attacked her family, she knew the world was cruel but in this anarchy, she wasn't prepared for just how cruel they would be.