Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

37: Firefly

Nora's POV:

Right after my father killed the last 'claimer' as Daryl calls them, my husband gave me his shirt so I wouldn't have to continue being shirtless. 

I'm still surprised that Daryl is here. That I finally have my husband back. However this also means I need to find the strength to talk to him.

The last two weeks have been terrible to say the least, but I'm glad we're still alive. I just wish T-Dog was here as well. It's my fault he's not. 

I'm currently in the van with Michonne and Carl. Daryl had asked me to get some rest. I didn't argue with him, but I know after everything that just happened, sleep is the last thing that I'm going to be able to do. 

I was almost raped again. I was literally seconds away from it happening when Dad saved me. The image of him biting a chunk out of Joe's throat is now etched in my brain. I can't get that scene out of my head. I get why he did it. He did it to save me. 

But what he did after..... When he stabbed my assailant several times. I had watched in horror as my father stabbed the man in the gut and sliced him all the way up to his heart. I mean, I've wanted to kill people before. Make them suffer even. But what Dad did was more extreme, and it scared the hell out of me. Honestly, I'm still scared. 

I know he won't hurt me. He did what he did because of me, for me even. 

At the farm Dad had told me that he was scared of what this apocalypse was doing to Carl and I, but I'm worried about what it's doing to him.  He went from not wanting to kill Randall, to almost gutting a man open.  I've killed a lot of people, but I've never done something like that.

I looked over at Carl who is resting his head on Michonne's lap. I know that he's not okay after what he saw last night either. Michonne is currently playing with my brother's hair, trying to calm him no doubt.

Dad and Daryl are currently leaning against the side of the vehicle on Michonne and Carl's side. I can hear them talking about me, and everything that has happened in the last two weeks. Including T's death. 

I need to get out of here. Out of this van, and out of my own head. I need to do something.

I reached for the door handle on my side of the van, and immediately was met by Michonne's third degree. "Where are you going?"

"Out." I reached for the handle again, but she grabbed my arm expecting a real answer. "I don't know. For a walk maybe?"

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" She questioned me worriedly.

"I need to." I softly stated. She didn't press me on the subject and eventually nodded. "I'll be back in maybe an hour or two." I opened the door quietly, and stepped out of the van. I closed the door slowly and gently, not wanting to disturb anybody. I made sure I had my sword and all my throwing knives before wandering into the woods.

I made sure to mark every tree I passed so that It would be easier for me to find my way back, also it would make it easier for someone to find me if for some reason I'm not back at our small camp within the next hour or two.

After a while of walking I found a small pond, and decided to sit down at the edge of it, while swiping my fingers through the water. As I sat there, I listened to the sound of the birds singing, and the water rippling. It was almost peaceful. It should've been, but I don't know if anything will give me actual peace in this moment. Not with everything that happened last night.

I don't know how long I spent sitting there trying to clear my mind. I do know it's been a hot second though. I had been sitting so still, for so long, that a tiny chipmunk sat down next to me, which obviously is strange. I tilted my head a little and stared at it.