Love & survival (Daryl Dixon x oc)

Seventeen

TW: This chapter has got some stuff with broken bones that are described so skip if you dont like that.

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As I struggled to get back back to the RV after Daryl and Rick came back and finished their argument with Carol. When I was halfway to my destination I suddenly felt an arm around me giving me more support. I jumped and squealed in surprise. "Looked like ye needed sum help."

Of course it was Daryl. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "I appreciate it but I could've made it on my own."
He nodded with an eye roll, "I know." Was all he said when he lifed me up in his arm while giggling. I laughed at him. "Put me down! Please."

"Nah" He replied with a chuckle as he started to walk towards the RV. Everybody was starig at us. I hid my face on his shoulder wich probably wasn't the best idea. "Awww, look how cute." I heard Shane teasing us. I once again rolled my eyes and gave him my middle finger.

As Daryl entered the RV he put me down in the backseat. "Ye gonna tell me what happened?" He asked glancing at my foot. "I opened a truck, hoping for some good stuff, and when I got it open there were a lot of dead bodies and very angry flies in there, I absolutely hate flies so I stepped back and tripped 'cause I didn't have anythig behind me, cut my arm open to some glass on the ground, I don't even know why that was there and then kicked a car's tire out of frustration and twisted my ankle during." I answerd his question.

"How.. How did ye even manage to do that?" He let out a sigh.

"I dunno, ran out of luck, I guess." I commented dryly with a soft chuckle.

"Sure looks like it."

We both started laughing softly. This was one of the most fun conversations we've ever had. "Did you find any clues that lead to Sophia?" I changed the subject.

"No. Cut open a walker though." Daryl answerd with a sort of proud smile.

"I heard that. Must've been absolutely, utterly, incredebly disgusting."

"I've seen more disgusting things."

"What? How?" I asked in surprise that he had replied with that answer. "Your foot." Was all he replied. "Wha-? Oh shit." My lumb had grown even bigger and it was purple. Daryl moved over to it and checked it carefully. I already hated feet and this wasn't making it any better. He carefully touched it and I clenched my theeth to kill the pain.

"I think it's broken." Daryl concluded. "No shit, when a twisted ankle looks like this its most likely broken. Grab one of the medpacks." I told him. He went outside to grab the thing I asked for. In the meantime I was looking for the fraction. Once I found it I cracked it back in place and held it there. This was one of the most disgusting and physically painful thing ever. Daryl came back in the RV, "What do I do? You know how to do this."

"Grab the pressure bandages and tape." I ordered.

"And now?" He asked worriedly

"Wrap it around my ankle from here to here. Tightly." I pointed at my metatarsal bone and my achilles heel. Daryl did as I said and taped it off. It hurt like hell. "Ye okay?" He asked me.

"I'm alright."

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I somehow fell asleep last night while being increbily uncomfortable. Everyone was already up. Daryl came walking in. "Here, Rick wants ye to have one." He tossed me a machete in its cover, I catched it, "Why?" "I dunno. How are ye?"

"I'm fine, I somehow slept." 

"I heard."

"I snored?"

"Nah, ye breathed a little heavier than during the day."

How did he know my breating? I wasn't that loud of a breather, was I? 

"We're goin' out, looking for the girl. You, T-Dog and Dale stay here." He eventually said after a short akward silence.

"Okay. Well, stay alive."

Then Daryl walked out. Here I was again. Sitting while being absolutely useless. Only Dale and T-Dog were staying aswell. I got one of Dale's books, it was boring. I read it anyway because I had nothing better to do and I wasn't tired and comfortable enough to go to sleep.

Dale kept watch on top of the RV. I heard footsteps all the time. It was very annoying but his job was important. I decided I wasn't going to sit still the whole day and moved to the door and sat down on the steps. 

"Ain't you supposed to be fixing that radiator hose?" T-Dog asked eventually, "What if they come back with Sophia and Rick wants to move on right away?"

"I had it fixed yesterday." Dale responded.

"What? What was all that rubbing and sanding for, then? Thats just bullshit?"

"Yeah, that's one word. Another word would be 'pantomime'. Just for show. No one else needs to know that."

"Well I do." I mutterd in myself. I was supposed to be asleep in the RV. T-Dog was nice enough to cover for me and pretend I wasn't there. Dale would be very mad at me if he saw I wasn't sitting still.

"Pantomime.." T-Dog mumbled.

"If the others know we're mobile, they'll wanna mobilize, move on."

"So you don't think they gonna find Sophia, that it?"

"I'm just guarding against the worst. Sooner or later if she's not found, people will start doing math. I wanna hold of the, the 'Needs of the many versus the needs of the few' arguments as long as I can."

"That is one tricky hose, huh?"

"Very."