Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)

Chapter 20: Stitches

When we arrived back on the farm,  everyone huddled around us as we got out the truck, even Daryl, though he didn't seem as bothered or worried as everyone else. Maggie took Hershel and they left to go upstairs and check on Beth, leaving Rick, Glenn and I behind.

Glenn put his arm around my shoulders, careful of my wound and walked round the front of the truck with me and Rick.

Lori ran forward and hugged Rick, a ghostly look on her face.
"Are you alright? You were gone so long!"
Rick pushed her away slightly.
"I'm fine, it's Y/n you should worry about."
She turned to me, then put her hand to her mouth.
"What happened to you!?" She exclaimed.
"She got shot." Glenn replied.
Daryl clicked his tongue, eyeing me a little.
"Told ya'..."
I rolled my eyes and secretly flipped him off over Glenn's shoulder.
"How did that happen?" Dale asked, walking closer and inspecting my shoulder.
"A group." I shrugged.
T-dog pointed to the van and raised his voice.
"And who the hell is that!?"

Once Shane heard T-dog's yell, he instantly turned to face us and stormed over to the truck panting like a mad dog.

He slammed the side of the truck once he saw the kid, then turned to face Rick with a look of pure rage on his face. His red.
"Who the hell is that!?"
He slammed the track again in anger.
"What the fuck have you done now, Rick!?"
I grumbled and gave Shane a cold look.
"He saved a boy's life."
Daryl scowled at me.
"Tha' ain't no boy, he's a stranger."
Shane nodded aggressively.
"Damn right he's a damn stranger."
He snapped his head back to Rick.
"So what the hell is he doing here!?"
Rick walked over to Shane and held out his arm, trying to calm him.
"His group left him for dead. Walkers were coming, I couldn't just...leave him."
Shane slammed the truck once more.
"Couldn't leave him my ass, man. You're putting us all at risk!"
"We don' know this guy." Daryl added.
I clicked my tongue at them both.
"He's just a kid."
Daryl scowled at me and gestured at the kid.
"Kid my ass, strangers a stranger. We don' know where the fuck he came from."
I gave him a displeased look.
"I was a stranger."
He nodded.
"Yea' an' I put a crossbow to yer head in case you forgot."
I glared at him.
"No, I haven't."
"He's an abandoned kid." Rick repeated.
Shane shook his head.
"He's still a threat, man."

Rick and Shane began to argue, Daryl joining in and joining Shane's side. Glenn and Dale walked me away to the RV and the rest of the group left them to their argument, not daring to interfere.

I sat on a stool in the RV with my shirt pulled down my shoulder as Dale inspected my wound with a grave look on his face.

He tutted and turned to retrieve his medkit from a cupboard.
"It went straight through. You'll need stitches both sides." Dale scolded.
I grinned and turned to Glenn.
"Hey Glenn, that means you can see through me." I joked.
Glenn smacked my head gently.
"This is serious you, idiot. You can bleed out."
I hung my head back and sighed.
"Relax, you know I've survived worse."
Dale gave me a concerned look.
"I hope you don't mean that you've been shot before.."
I shrugged, causing pain to shoot through my shoulder.
"Not in as cool of a way..."
I winced and chuckled as I looked to Dale.
"I couldn't see through myself, bit of a bummer really."
Glenn hit my arm.
"Be serious! You're badly hurt."
I gave him a pained smile.
"You know I'll be fine. So let me joke about it at least a little."
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"What on earth will I do with you?"
I grinned at him.
"See through me?"
"No!"
I looked to Dale curiously.
"Am I actually see through?"
He gave me a grave look.
"I don't know why you're laughing. I can see right through to the other side!" He scolded.
I looked to Glenn and grinned.
"So I am see through..."
"Not the time!"
He sighed and shook his head at Dale.
"Why would you tell her that?"