It had been a month or two since we ended our little fight with Woodbury, at least, I think that's how long it's been...
It's a bit hard to count the days when you're on house arrest...plus I just never really pay attention to the time anyway...
But, from the chill in the air, and the extra blankets placed on my bed, I could tell that fall had long passed and we were now in the depths of winter.
I wasn't as badly hurt as my last encounter with Woodbury, and managed to wake up maybe a day or so after the fight had ended, but that didn't mean I was off the hook...
Hershel and a new doctor that we had taken in from Woodbury stitched me up whilst I was blacked out, and luckily, none of my injuries were too serious...minus my hand...I couldn't use it for a while...
But despite not having any fatal injuries, my shoulder blade had been chipped and my ankle was broken, which caused me to be bedridden...that, and no-one trusted me to take it easy whilst I was healing.
Since the bullets got jammed in my bones, they had actually damaged them a little. My shoulder was only chipped and cracked a little, so a sling was enough for my shoulder blade to heal, but it was my ankle that was the real problem.
Since the bullet wasn't taken out till I returned to the prison, and I had forced myself to walk on my ankle, the bullet had managed to force itself between my bones, cracking them and breaking them. It wasn't anything that couldn't heal, it was just a pain...and it left me truly bedridden....
But it didn't take too long for everything to heal up, and the only thing that remained to heal was my broken ankle.
The group came and visited me every now and then, but most were busy sorting and supervising our new residents.
Since there were more people here now, there needed to be more rules and a council of sorts. So that's what everyone was so busy figuring out.
The prison wasn't just our little group anymore...it was a community.
Strangely enough, despite most of the group being busy with new found work, I did always have at least one visitor popping by every now and then, but it's not at all who I expected it to be...
Merle visited on a fairly regular basis, when he wasn't out hunting, and most importantly, when others weren't around.
He didn't talk and if he did, he only exchanged a few pleasantries before going on his way, but he always stopped by. Always threw a squirrel or two at me as well...wasn't as sure why he did that, but, it was thoughtful...I guess?? In a Dixon kind of way...
As for the other Dixon...he rarely stopped by. In fact, I think he was the person I saw the least. But...he was the one who stayed the longest...when he did visit that is, and if you didn't count Glenn...
Daryl never visited when others where around, mostly opting for late night visits after everyone had fallen asleep. When I was awake, he never spoke a word, and when I fell asleep, I'd wake up to see him watching over me or sleeping on the chair in the corner.
If I were to take a guess...I'd say he was still mad about the group taking strangers in...but despite that, he still cared. At least, I could tell he did, even if he hid it or acted like he didn't...
The two Dixon's really were similar...
However, my most frequent visitor wasn't Daryl, or Merle, or even Glenn or Maggie...it was Beth and Judith.
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Fuck You, Dixon! (Daryl Dixon x reader)
FanficY/n was your average college student before the world went to shit. She lived in Atlanta with her childhood friend, Glenn, and had never once left the city after she had moved there. However, the end of the world changed that, forcing her to leave t...
