"Ye look like shite." Daryl said, nudging the leg of Sabrina's chair
Sabrina jolted awake, gasping in pain as the needle in her arm tugged, "Daryl?"
"Yeah." Daryl said, "Wanted to make sure ye were still alive."
Sabrina rubbed her eyes, looking up at Daryl tiredly. Her clothes from the day before were now covered in Carl's blood. Her braid was messy and loose and her once olive skin was now flushed and pale. She glanced beside her and saw a sandwich, "You want half?" She asked, "Nevermind, come sit." She said, cutting the sandwich in half. She handed Daryl the plate, "Don't eat all the cucumbers." She warned
"Don't want no plain pickle." Daryl muttered as he ate the sandwich, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes
Sabrina set her plate down, not touching her part of sandwich. She drank her apple juice quietly, "How did you get here?" She asked
"Some bitch on a horse got us." Daryl said with a shrug
Sabrina laughed as she took a bite of her cucumber, gently taking the IV out. She inhaled softly as she stuck the needle in the vein on her other arm
"Maybe you should give it a break for a minute." Daryl said
Sabrina shook her head, "Carl needs blood." She said
"I can take over." Rick spoke up from the hallway. He walked in, inhaling softly as he saw how pale Sabrina was, "Thank you, Sanchez." He said
Sabrina nodded, sitting up. She held onto Daryl's shoulder for stability, watching as Hershel and Rick walked in
"C'mon." Daryl said, resting his hand on the small of her back as he led her out to the living room. He sat her down on the couch, "Careful." He said, laying her back on the couch
"I'd offer you a warm shower but our solar panels are down." Patricia said, laying a blanket over Sabrina
"I can fix them." Sabrina offered, struggling to sit up
"Ye can hardly sit." Daryl argued
"We can try and fix it later." Patricia offered
Sabrina nodded, lying back down. She held Daryl's hand as he stood beside the couch, "Will you sit?"
Daryl sighed as he sat on the arm of the couch
"On the couch. I wanna lay my head on your lap." Sabrina said
"I ain't got fuckin time to sit here and be yer goddamn pillow." Daryl retorted, but obliged without hesitation. He sat down, carefully lifting up Sabrina's head and placing it on his lap. He slumped down on the seat, resting one hand across Sabrinas chest, closer to her collar bones, as his other hand rested on his lap. His eyes landed on Sabrina, watching as her stomach rose and fell with every breath she took. He looked at her nose, noting that the bridge was slightly crooked - most likely from it being broken. He spent so much time looking at her face, he wondered how he overlooked it. His eyes wandered up with her eyebrows - which were dark and thick, but plucked nicely with a few stray pieces of hair. His eyes trailed back down to her lips. He noted a small healed laceration going across her bottom up. Again, he wondered how he overlooked these scars and flaws.
Daryl tilted his head to the side as he admired her pink, plump lips, imagining how they felt pressed against his neck. His eyes squeezed shut as he forced himself to look away. Daryl closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the couch and his dirty boots on the coffee table before he fell asleep.
After a much needed rest, Sabrina woke up first. She stretched, a soft groan escaping her lips, her muscles screaming in agony at her after running with Carl in her arms. She glanced across the room, her eyes locking with Shane, "Nice haircut." She said
