Daryl's Girl

Chapter 64

As I walked out of the building, I saw Daryl heading over towards the gap in the fence where we'd been able to get in. Thanks to Hershal I jogged in his direction to catch up. If it wasn't for him treating my leg, I wouldn't be able to stand let alone walk or run. It's like he said, if the infection got any worse, I wouldn't have a leg to stand on.

"Daryl!" I called after him just before he could slip through the fence.

He stopped and turned around. His crossbow in his hands and his gun in his belt along with his knife.

I soon caught up and we slipped through the gap and passed the cars to the trees. A part of me expected him to ask why I'd come out with him but he still didn't say a word. Even when we began to collect some of the dried wood from the ground, there was an awkward silence between us and I was sick of it. I came out here to talk and that was what I was going to do.

"Look, can we at least talk about this?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"About what?" Daryl spat back as he picked up another piece.

"About us..." I stopped and looked over in his direction, waiting for him to respond.

"Why?" He spat again, not even looking up at me.

"What happened to us?" I asked, still hoping he'd stop so we could talk. He didn't.

He placed his crossbow over his shoulder and picked up another handful of the wood, purposefully ignoring my question. I get that he's a private person but I wasn't going to walk back in there not knowing the answers. Something wasn't right and I needed to know why.

"Daryl!" I snapped.

He finally turned his head to look up at me. I couldn't help but start to get rather upset and angry over our current situation. He didn't say anything, yet again. He just took a deep breath and started walking back in the direction of the building. Still ignoring my question.

By now, I was sick of being ignored and I let my anger get the better of me. "Daryl Dixon you get back here right now!" I yelled throwing the wood I was holding onto the floor, making it all bounce and scatter around my feet.

Daryl stopped and slowly turned around, looking back at me. As he did I raised my brows and crossed my arms. "What happened to us?" I repeated, but this time with his full attention. "Things between us were great back on the farm. When I lost you, all I wanted to do was find you. I didn't think I would but I did. It was like my own miracle." I stopped. I still had his full attention and he seemed to be taking in everything said. "Now look. We don't even speak and when I try, you act like I'm not even there. Like I'm just another piece of shit."

He stood there silently for a moment before he placed the wood in his hands on the floor carefully. He then walked up to me and held onto my hands, making an awkward eye contact. No emotion in his face. "Ye, things were good. I just hate all of this moving is all." He mumbled and let go of my hands again like he didn't even care.

This was the first time he'd spoken to me in weeks and that was all he had to say. Not only that but I could tell he was lying. "Daryl, that's bullshit." I snapped. "Has anyone done something? Have I done something? I don't know what's going on with you any more. We don't talk. If it's anything to do with my dad then I apologised. We've been working it out. It was all Norman, but no one seems to see that except me and my dad. I just don't know what to do anymore." I ranted and hoped for an answer.

"I told you. It's this constant moving around thing." He said a little more aggressively than before. It was at that moment I knew something snapped inside of him and I had to prepare myself for what was about to come. "You know what, if you'd be able to control your temper, your dad wouldn't have been beaten. If you weren't such a gullible little bitch then we wouldn't even be in this situation!" He exploded.