Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Twelve

As I start to stir and become conscious again, I look around, taking in my surroundings. I was in the car, Michonne was sitting with me, a sleeping Carl in her lap.

I start to sit up and look around for Daryl.

"Hey, Robyn, take it easy. You took quite the beating last night. There's a decent chance you're concussed or in shock."

"I'll be fine, Michonne. Where's Daryl?" I ask as I look around, wanting to see him.

"He's out, doing a perimeter check. He's been doing one every few hours when he isn't glued to you, just to be sure."

"How long was I out? Surely it wasn't too long."

"Overnight and a few hours. It's still pretty early." She replies after a few seconds of contemplation. "The two of us took turns keeping an eye on you, though it was mostly Daryl. He didn't want to leave you, and he didn't want to sleep. But I managed to get him to rest... eventually. My god, he's stubborn. "

"Thank you so much, Michonne. You don't know much. I appreciate that." I smile, knowing he wouldn't have slept otherwise.

I look down at my thigh, throbbing with pain to see it wrapped neatly. When I hear Daryl's voice, I immediately start looking around to try and see where it was coming from.

Shoots of pain immediately running over my whole body like lightning at the sudden jolting movement. I slowly shift myself into the front seat of the car and open the visor to look at myself in the little mirror.

Bruises scattered and blotched all over my face, some small and some big cuts on my skin that are beginning to heal pull apart and start to bleed again as I contort my face to get a better look at myself.

"Holy crap! I look like shit! Jesus Christ! Who knew a beating fucks up your vanity so badly."

Michonne chuckles a little at my blunt honesty and looks at me, a small smile resting on her lips, "Yes. you do."

I go to look out of the window to see it covered with shirts to keep the sun out. Moving one of them to the side, I look out of the window.

"Sooooo..." Michonne ventures, cautiously. "What's... going on with you and Dixon? Hm? I've never seen him so.... vulnerable? and... protective over someone before."

"Which Dixon? The alive one or the dead one?" I ask sarcastically without looking at her. She laughs softly at that and smiles more.

"The alive one. Robyn. The one that alive. The one that still has the ability to be vulnerable and protective."

I smile a little and simply look at her with a knowing expression. She immediately smiles widely, getting blushy and squealy like a teenage girl.

"Oh my god! What's it like? He's really distant and cold. Surely he isn't like... loving and touchy, right?"

"He can be distant and cold, but it's an act, you know?" I say, touching my bleeding lip, back to looking in the mirror. "He's actually very touchy, very protective, and so incredibly sweet. As always. You'll see when he realises i'm awake." I say, blushing softly as I watch him talking to Rick, who is sitting against the car.

"And what's he like... y'know... in bed." She ventures.

"Michonne!" I say in a kind of playful scolding manner. "You were a lawyer! Have some respect!"

"Oh, come on! We're both adults. We're both women! Just tell me, is it big? I bet it's big." She says before I get the chance to reply.

"Michonne Hawthorne! I must absolutely keep his very satisfying, roughly seven inches when soft, about nine inches when hard penis to myself. Thank you very much!" I playfully say whilst looking at her, watching her smile grow.

"Good for you! Getting some action. That's more than I get these days."

Just as she says that we start to listen to what Daryl and Rick are talking about, just then, the back seat door opens as Daryl says.

"Michonne. It's time to swap shifts." He looks for me. When he sees me in the front seat, he gasps and immediately closes the back door and comes over and opens the door next to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

I hold onto him just as tight, wrapping myself around him entirely, not caring that my whole body hurt, looking at Michonne in a kind of 'I told you' way.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper to him. "I didn't mean for it to go that far." I said as I start to cry, when vivid memories of how I almost got us both killed, and myself raped come flooding back to me.

"No, no, Princess. You know I'd have done the same thing." He states before kisses me deeply but gently, the moment feeling like a sense of Heaven, Could Nine, Valhalla, Paradise, Moksha, and Nirvana all wrapped up in one soft, sweet, and blissful moment of peace, and pure love. I hum into the kiss as I feel all of my pain, guilt, and regret from the night before washing away with his touch. He really is everything to me. 

"Come on, princess, let's get you properly cleaned up. Yeah? I promise I'll be gentle." 

I nod softly as he takes the iconic red cloth from his back pocket and tips a small amount of water on it. I watch him as he concentrates and starts to very gently wipe the cuts on my bruised face with it, apologising when I flinch, whimper, or hiss from the stinging pains of the wounds being cleaned.

I look up at him and study his perfect face, chuckling a little to myself as he continues to gently clean me up. "At least I'm not the only one that looks like shit I guess. Nice to know we're in this together, handsome."

He smiles a tiny bit, biting on his lip as he concentrates on his task, doing his best not to hurt me.

Fuck. I love this man. I would do anything to protect him. Anything at all. I would give my life, my sanity, and a limb to keep him safe.

No questions asked.