y/n was born deaf. Having parents who were awful wasn't gonna bring her down. Over the years since she moved out of the house and had her own place to call home in Georgia. Now the apocalypse has started, she has to navigate her way through survival...
Daryl and the others have made it back seeing a whole bunch of now dead walkers all in the prison courtyard.
"Where is she?" Daryl was frantic wanting to know if you were still alive. "She's in her cell." Carl answered him pointing towards the prison. He grabs the med bag darting to your cell.
~ He sees your hand flat on the ground, not moving, but you were breathing very, very slow. "Nah nah please, stay with me baby." With shaky hands he gets the I.V. Into your arm hanging the liquid bag on your bow.
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Poor Rosco he was waiting for you to wake up laying down next to your sleeping form, and so was Daryl.
Michonne walks in seeing a frantic Daryl, she had talked to Rick previously, he had told her who killed Karen and David.
Wanting to make sure Daryl was alright she sat next to him. "How is she?", "I don't know, the baby's fine lil' thang movin."
She wraps an arm around his shoulder, "She'll wake up, I know she will."
~ The next morning Hershel and Michonne were getting ready to go dispose of the bodies. "You one tuff sum' bitch." Daryl points at Hershel. "I am". "Is Carol okay? Up in A block with Lizzie."
Hershel takes a second to think of what to say to him, the bond all three of you had was strong. "No, but talk to Rick, she's fine. Just talk to Rick." ~ Before Daryl went to talk to Rick he went to see you. You had woken up last night, but Daryl was asleep right next to your belly having his hand on it to feel the baby.
Rosco pounced on Daryl excited to see him again, "Hey boy, how's ma girl hm? Go outside." Rosco sprints going outside the prison.
Daryl picks up your hearing aids carefully putting them on your ears. The sudden cold metal woke you up, "Easy just me." Smiling at him, grabbing ahold of his hands kissing his knuckles.
'Is everyone okay?' Signing to him. Your voice was very scratchy due to the sickness. 'They good, Glenn good too' he signs back.
'I go talk to Rick real quick, I'll be back', 'okay, love you' he kisses you softly and heads out to talk to Rick.
~ Daryl was fuming with rage after the news Rick had just told him.
"Couldn't have waited till we got back?!" He swings his arm in the air. "Till Tyresse got back" Rick counted back to him, "could've handled him." Still pacing back and forth away from Rick.
"Hey, hey she killed two of our own, she couldn't be here."
"She's fine, she has a car, supplies weapons, she's a survivor.", "Yeah well, quit saying that like you don't believe it!" Daryl gets close to his face.
"She said she did it for us. That's what she thought in her head."
Daryl doesn't say anything but still pacing, and thinking. "Man that's her, but that ain't her."
