You and Me (Daryl Dixon x Reader {Ricks Sister})

Chapter 28 - Bandages

"Who the hell are you?!" Daryl asked, his bow aimed right at them.

"Who the hell are you??" The men in the kitten area asked.

"He's bleeding out, we gotta go back." Rick said looking between us.

"He will never make it the trip there we have to tend for it now." I countered.

Rick nodded, and instructed Maggie and Glenn to put a lot of hard pressure on the knee.

While we were focused on Hershel, Daryl made the men come out from the kitchen.

I found a rag, hoping it was clean, we presses that against Hershels wound.

Glenn went to ask for medical supplies.

I wasn't focused on anything going on behind me, just making sure Hershel lived. Rick was paying more attention than me, though, as he yelled something to the men.

Glenn pulled a rolly-table up and we picked Hershel up, putting him on there.

We high-tailed it out of there, rushing Hershel back to where the group was.

At one point we heard whispers from behind us, realizing the men from before had followed us back.

We moved him to a bed, and I walked out. Daryl looked at me.

"Heh where you going?"  He asked me.

I shook my head, "Im gonna be sick." I said as I Walked to the outside part of the prison. Walked out to the furthest guard tower. And threw up.

I leaned against the fence, seeing T, Daryl and Rick outside with the other men. I couldn't go back yet. I just sat there, trying to cool down, catch my breath.

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When I went back into our cell block I stood by Hershels room, sighing a bit. "Do I need to see if I can find another towel?" I asked gently.

"No, it's stopped now." Carol shook her head at me, "but thank you. You ok?"

"Yeah, seeing that had me all messed up, felt sick." I shrugged, and Carol nodded.

"FOODS HERE!" T-dog called in while Carl opened the door for him. I peaked my head out to see, gasping as I saw them walking in with boxes and bags filled with food, both Rick and T-Dog, but I didn't see Daryl.

"Whatcha got?" Carl asked while holding the door open.

"Canned beef. Canned corn. Canned cans. Theres a lot more where this came from." T-dog smiled.

"Any change?" He asked Glenn, me, and Lor, we were standing outside of Hershels room.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever, but his breath is labored and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet." Lori explained to him.

Rick sighed and turned around, "take my cuffs, put them on him." He said to Glenn, Glenn quickly following his instructions. "I'm not taking any chances."

Rick stepped away to talk to Lori, and I went up to T-Dog. "Hey T, where's Daryl?"

"Don't worry, he's watching the prisoners, making sure they give us half and don't come after us." T-dog nodded at me, "it's all good."

Once he put the bag of food in a cell, he looked at me, "you gonna come with me, Rick, and Daryl to clear the cell block for the prisoners?"

"Nah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna stay here." I sigh, "I would go but, I feel like I shouldn't." I shrugged, "plus, plenty to do in here." I nodded towards Hershels room.