Wild Roses ~Daryl Dixon Love Story~•

Lay Me Down

I felt my stomach drop to the floor. Blood was pooling around Hershel's leg. No, not his leg.. It wasn't attached. It was laying a few feet away from his limp body. I couldn't even hear the yelling and screaming. Then, all I heard was 3 words that pulled me out of it. "Rose get down!" Daryl. I dropped down on all fours as a gunshot rang out behind me. They tried to shoot me. I stood up and sprinted into Daryl's arms. "Who the hell are you?" He said pushing me behind him and raising his crossbow to the prisoners. I felt faint, queazy, light headed, everything. My vision was starting to fade. "Rick, Daryl" I slurred. I reached a hand to my head, we're the dull ache spiked. I noticed my hand was red when I pulled it away, feeling a panic settle in my stomach. I couldn't hear anything but my heartbeat. I fell to the floor, limp. I had no control over my body. "Daryl, help.." Was all I could whisper before I was engulfed by darkness..
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Time skip; 3 days later..
A bright light was shinning above me. I heard muffled noises. Voices. I'm alive. My eyes slowly fluttered open, but I winced when I saw the light. I heard more voices, closer to me now. Wait. Who was I? Why can't I remember anything? My mind was blank. Nothing. Suddenly, my hearing cleared completely and my eyes shot open, a rush if adrenaline spreading through me. "Thank god you're alive" A man with a scruffy beard and sharp blue eyes put a hand on my shoulder. I shoved him back, scooting as far back as I could until I hit the wall. I scanned the room quickly, noticing I was in some sort of caged room. "Who the hell are you?" I said, my voice hoarse from not talking for so long. How long was I even out for? And why was I knocked out? "You.. You don't remember me?" He stuttered. I shook my head violently. "Do you remember your name?" He asked with a sadness filling his face. "No" tears pricked my eyes. Why? What is happening? "I'll be right back, stay right here. You're safe" he left the room, closing the door behind him. For some reason I trusted this man. I don't know why, I just did. I scanned my memory, searching desperately for anything. I was cut from my thoughts when 3 men entered the room, 1 was the same from before but 2 were new. These faces, they looked familiar. I tried to hold onto the memory but it was gone as quick as it came. The Korean one walked up to me slowly. I don't know why I knew this, but I did. He turned to the first guy. "Does she remember anything Rick?" Rick. I knew that name. That was this guy, the one with the beard. "Rick..?" I whispered. "I have an idea" Yelled the Korean one. "I flinched at the loudness, but listened intently. I needed my memory back. "What? Tell me what to do to get her back" the third guy said standing out of the shadows. His face looked pained, he wouldn't look at me. It hurt to see him like that, but I didn't even know him. "We have to trigger her mind, the memories will come back with triggers. Like names" the Korean guy muttered, like he wasn't sure. "Do you remember my name? Does Glenn ring any bells?" He asked me. I searched my brain desperately, making my head ache in the process. Peaches. The first thing that came to my mind. "Peaches?" His face instantly lit up and he pulled me into a hug. I instantly hugged him back. Some memories floated into my head, memories of the apocalypse, Atlanta, my memories as a teenager, small things cluttered my head. Nothing was clear. The third guy gently pulled Glenn away from me, sitting in his spot. He wouldn't look at me, making it harder for me to study his face. Rick pulled Glenn out of the room with him, muttering something and walking down the hall. Instinct that I didn't know I had came over me, my hand reaching up to his slightly scruffy cheek. I pulled his face up slightly, meeting his blue eyes. Those blues, I knew them all to well. "Daryl.." I whispered. His face almost lit up enough to light the room, and before I knew it his lips were on mine. Every single memory floated back into my head, arranging perfectly. My name, Rose Assana. Bad memories slowly filed into my head, but I ignored them as best I could. It felt amazing to hear it all in my head. He pulled away, but pressed his forehead to mine. "I thought I lost ya, don't ever do that to me again Rose.." He muttered in the southern accent I've come to adore. I didn't say a word, I laid down on the cot, pulling him with me. I placed a small kiss on his forehead, letting him lay beside me. I ran my fingers through his hair lightly. "I missed you Daryl, even if I didn't know it" I muttered. We both slowly fell asleep, right beside each other. Laying by his side, right next to him felt like home.

~~guys sorry this is a sucky chapter but I really liked softy Daryl in this💖 I know I haven't updated in like, a million years! I'm so sorry! AHG I just lost a bunch of inspiration for this story😭 please if you can message me some ideas! Everything is welcome! Love you all to the moon and back💖💖
~airie💚
Ps if anyone liked the Maze Runner I'm started some Newt/Thomas Brodie-Sangster imagines and maybe even a story! Yay! Requests are always open💚