My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 39- Sleeping Sickness

Hey guys so some of you seem a little confused by who the side kick is. If you know who he is and what happened don't worry about reading this authors note. So basically way back when near like chapter 6 of this book. Mariah, Rick, and Carl I believe, are on there way back from a run when they get ambushed by some random raiders. When ordered to search our beloved heroins, the "sidekick" had found a knife in Mariah's boot, but left it there. Also, the "sidekick" turned on his boss or authoritative figure (the leader) and risked his life so that our gang could get away safely. Thus letting Mariah trust him. Any more questions about anything? Message me or comment below and I will do my best to answer you! Thanks! Xoxo love you peeps!
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Leaves crunched under my boots as I took careless steps forwards. I peered around a large oak tree, and waited for the walkers to scoot by, but none came.

My eye still hurt like a bitch, like it was getting worse. But nothing could be done in the dark, in the middle of the forest.

The sidekick let out a grunt from behind me and I knew he was tired from carrying Victoria. She was a small kid, but carrying her for almost two hours in the frozen night was not going to be easy.

"We could rest here for tonight." I suggested, stopping and looking at the trees around us.

He almost dropped Victoria when I said that, instead he did a hand off, and I cradled her carefully. Her breathing was horrible. She would take a breath, and wait until she was gasping for air. When she did, it was like she was wheezing and barely holding on.

"Victoria, my babe." I whispered, slowly sitting on the ground.

She mumbled something in her sleep, and her tiny eyes opened, looking blood shot and scared.

"I don't feel so good." Victoria whispered, her voice scratchy and awful.

"I know baby," I whispered, smoothing her hair back from her sweaty forehead. "You saved my life, thank you." I smiled, letting a lone tear slip down my face.

"You'll be okay?" She asked, gazing up at me hopefully.

I nodded and pursed my lips, holding back a cry. "Let go, Victoria. If you can't hold on anymore, let go. Go be with your mama." I cried.

Victoria slowly moved the palm of her hand to my cheek, and closed her eyes. "I love you, and Daryl." She said in her sweet voice.

I lowered her hand, and rested it on her stomach. "We love you more."

Victoria had fallen back to a sleepy struggle for her life. The meds Hershel had given her, wasn't doing much. She was too small, and too sick. She struggled to breath, she was loosing her battle.

A clinking sound made me turn my head to him, who was stringing up a line of cans between trees to make a small cocoon around us. "In case theres any biters." He mumbled as he carefully maneuvered the string between tree branches and the tree trunks.

I lowered Victoria to the ground and she curled up into a ball on her side. He was done the can stringing almost as soon as I had put her down, and began building a very small fire.

I watched him carefully adjusting twigs and grass until he pulled out a set of matches and lit the fire instantly. It was small, but it gave off a ton of heat.

"Go to sleep, I'll take watch." He ordered, picking up a revolver from his bag.

"When was the last time you slept?" I asked, not wanting to trust the guy with my life, or Tori's.

"Yesterday." He said, plopping down against a tree.

"What's your name?"

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes focused on mine until he looked away. "Warren."

I laid down, curling up against Victoria. "I like that name. It suits you." I replied, before closing my eyes.

It was hard to fall asleep. All I could see was the blood pooling around Allisons dead body, the blood squirting from Hershels neck, Ricks ghostly scream, Maggie and Beth's cries of despair. It was like a sleeping sickness. Where all I could see was the gooey crimson color of blood.

But when I finally did submit to sleep, I wished I hadn't.