Broken Crown ~Daryl Dixon~

Andrea

Daryl Dixon was being a dick, but Florence still pushed through thick and thin to get him back to the farm and seek help. At one point, Daryl shrugged her off, stepping around a log without pointing it to her and kept walking on. Florence, being clumsy, tripped over it, a graze appearing under her chin as she hit a rock and her palms already stinging. Florence wiped her palms on her pants, not caring about the blood stain

Florence had tears in her eyes, why was he being such a dick to her? He wasn't acting like this before and now he treated her like shit. She pushed herself up, following a little behind him to make sure she was out of his way but still there to make sure he didn't get himself killed. Florence just came out of the trees, Daryl a metre in front of her and shook her head seeing him staggering across the field. The girl yelped in fright as she heard a gunshot, Daryl was on the ground and not moving. She dropped to her knees, looking for the bullet wound and panicked seeing blood from his head. 

He was heaving in pain, it broke her heart to see, it knicked the side of his head and she was glad he wasn't dead. Florence dragged him up, heaving him so she was helping him walk and pushing through the pain that she was in. The group ran over, looking at her shocked and Rick started helping her to drag him over to the house. Florence limped to her tent, she crumbled to the ground and kicked her boot off. 

Florence kept her foot elevated, she cleaned the grazes, using bandaids to cover them, Florence hopped over to the dining room once it became time for dinner. Mason helped Florence upstairs, the strain on her ankle was pretty bad but she didn't have anything else to do other than talk with Daryl. The girl glanced at the man, who had his back to the door, Daryl glanced at the girl and pulled his blanket closer to his chest and stared at the girl sadly. 

"You're an ass." She muttered, sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking her head and refusing to look at him. The girl cared for him. She trusted him and she wasn't treated the way she had hoped. 

"I heard you dragged my pathetic ass over here after I was shot." 

"I did." Florence simply whispered, wiping away a tear. 

"Why are you here?" Darl mumbled, glancing over his shoulder upon hearing her sniffle, Florence shook her head as if she were trying to figure out why she was beside Daryl. 

"I'm an idiot is why, I wanted to make sure you were okay. You almost died, multiple times today and I did what I could to save you and you still treated me like shit and now I am here... checking in on you." Florence pushed herself up, glancing at Daryl and spoke one last time. 

"Are you fine?" 

"Yeah, Flo-" Florence pushed herself up, ignoring him and left him alone. The next morning, despite her ankle, Florence learnt how to shoot, she hated the sound of the gun and tried her best not to grimace every time she heard the firing of the guns. Florence learnt quickly, once she learnt enough, the brunette went back to camp to rest up. Florence sat outside, lying in the shade, ignoring those around her. 

Mason handed Florence some lunch, she thanked him and sat up as she began eating. Mason glanced at the house, knowing Daryl was on her mind.

"Don't let him get to you." 

"I can't help it." Mason watched as she fiddled with her locket, smiling as she looked at the family photos. 

"Do you still have the photo album?" Florence nodded, smiling softly and grabbed it out of her bag, she pointed it to him, a grin on her lips as they both began looking through the family photos. 

"I had a dream about Mum last night, we were celebrating Dad's birthday and she gave him keys to that car he always wanted," Mason whispered, 

"The chevy?" 

"Yeah." Florence chuckled, smiling and wishing it had happened. The girl glanced at the photo he was staring at and had an idea. 

"Do you have a container? Like a tin one or something?" 

"I do, why?" 

"Having a small container will be better than a giant photo album." Mason nodded, grabbed the nicely sized container out of his bag and returned to his sister. The two worked together to take the photos out of the album, they each smiled at the photos, thinking about each one, Florence glanced at a photo of the two, at Christmas, Florence held a baby Mason and he was decorated in tinsel. 

"I'll put the album in the bin," Mason informed standing up, Florence smiled as Carol walked over and sat by her side, Florence saw her eyes directed at the container and handed it to the woman. 

"That's my older sister Jane; she's 7 years older than me. That's Marie, she's only five years younger than me and that's my mum." Carol stared at the photo, 12-year-old Jane was holding a baby Marie and Florence was a little girl, about 7 years old. They were all dressed as princesses, with wide smiles on their lips. 

"Your mum's pretty." 

"She was. I was the closet with Mum more than the rest of them, I miss her a lot. I wish she didn't die how she did and I hope the rest of my family are still out there." Florence whispered, smiling as Carol hugged her, the younger girl felt tears fall from her eyes, she shook her head and sobbed a little. 

"It's going to be okay, sweetie, don't worry. Your family will be together soon." Florence nodded, smiling sadly at Carol and placed the tin in her bag. The next couple of days passed, and Daryl was back on his feet. Florence was glad to see him okay, but she was still angry with how poorly she was treated by him when she was trying to keep him alive. 

Daryl made his way to her, she was grabbing some food that she had yet to have, and he looked unsure about how to start. The last they spoke was when she came up to him after dinner. Florence stared at him unsure, she had placed herself down, 

"Florence, I got to talk with you." Florence glanced to the spot next to her, Daryl sat beside her and glanced away from her. 

"I shouldna treated you how I did, ya were just tryin' to save my ass from being walker shit and I made it difficult for ya. I'm sorry- it wasna fair." Florence rested a hand on his shoulder, gave it a light squeeze and grinned. 

"Don't be acting like that to me again, you're a good man Daryl Dixon. Even if you don't want to hear it." Daryl nodded, unsure of how to respond to her words, he stayed at her side, listening to her ramble on about something random. 

"Umm, guys?" Glenn announced, Florence glanced at the boy, fear invading her as she saw the look on his face. 

"So... the barn is full of walkers." Florence choked on her food, she stared at the others fearfully, she knew they wouldn't stay but this didn't sit right with her. They approached the barn, Shane staring inside and jumped back seeing a walker.