A Broken World

Thirty-Five

Daryl

It's been a day since they brought Randall back to the farm. After Hershel was done with yn, he went to the shed and worked on Randall. There were a few times Rick, Shane, or T-dog had to hold Daryl back from trying to kill Randall. He might not have been the one to shoot yn, but he was part of the group who had. And that was enough for Daryl to kill the son of a bitch. When he wasn't actively trying to kill the kid, he was in the room, sitting beside the bed, waiting for yn to wake up.

Everyone was a little surprised at how he softened around you, except for Carol. Carol could tell that there was something between the two of you. He saw the way Daryl would look at you when he thought nobody was looking. She can see he deeply cares for it just by how he's looking at her right now. Daryl knew that Carol was there in the room. He knew she could see the way he felt for yn. He snapped at her a few times when she asked about his and yn's relationship. Telling her it was none of her business.

Carol has always been patient with him. Even after he blamed her for what happened to Sophia. But she probably understood him better than anyone else in this group, besides yn, of course. But even yn didn't know what it was like to be beat on by someone your suppose to trust. Carol did. Carol was abused by her piss poor excuse of a husband. Everyone saw that first hand back at the quarry.

“How is she?”

Daryl wiped his head towards the door. Carol stood in the doorway, looking at yn. “Fine.” Was the only answer he gave her. How the fuck was he supposed to know how she was doing? He wasn't a damn doctor. “The rest is good for her. She's done a lot since she's joined the group. Like you have. The both of you were the ones out there looking for Sophia every day. I know you care about her; you act like you don't, but you do. You're a good man, Daryl.” After Carol was done she left, closing the door softly behind her.

“She's right. You're a good man, Daryl.”

Daryl's head whips back around to look at you. Your eyes were open, heavy, but you were awake. “You've been sitting here with me since yesterday when Hershel took that bullet out. Shit hurt like hell, but I'm glad you were there with me.” Daryl scoffed at your words. “Never woulda got shot if you didn't run off!” There he goes again, being an asshole to hide his feelings. He saw you roll your eyes, slightly shaking your head. “What?”

“Will you just stop? You act like you're this horrible person and that you don't need anybody…” He cut her off, “I don't need anybody! Sure as hell don't need you!” There she goes again rolling her damn eyes, her beautiful e/c eyes. “You do, Daryl, you do need people. I know you've only had your brother, your shitty dickhead if a brother, but he's gone and I'm sorry, but that is for the best.”

What the fuck does she know?!

“Merle has done nothing but bring you down. He pulls you into his bullshit. I know he's family, but he's not good for you. You can be an asshole, but we all see who you really are. You care, you act like you don't, but you do. In this world you need people. I need you. I honestly don't think I can do this; live in this world, without you. All I did in those first few weeks after the city fell and the bombs hit, was if you were alive. I wondered if you thought about me or if you were going to come look for me. But then I thought about the fact you would most likely be with Merle. You never did care much about anyone when he was around, even me. So just please, please stop acting like you don't give a fuck because I know you do.”

In the next day thwre was an argument about what to do with Randall. Nobody trusted the kid. Daryl wanted to kill him, but people like Dale argued against it. Daryl thought a lot about what yn said to him. She always did see right through him.

The group was currently standing around in the house discussing what to do with Randall. When Daryl walked through the door he saw yn walking out of the bedroom. He admittedly walked over to her. “The hell ya think you're doin?!”

“I want to be part of the meeting about what to do with that little asshole,” She said. She tried shoving past him, holding her side where She was shot. “Fuck sake, woman!” Daryl held onto her and led her out to where everyone else was. They discussed what to do. There was killing him which some people were against, but mostly Dale. Someone mentioned making him earn his place, but nobody would be comfortable walking around free. Then it was decided that Shane and Rick would take him eighteen miles out and leave him there.

“Come on, yer gonna go lay hack down,” Daryl told yn. She rolled her eyes, which was becoming a habit of hers with him. “I want to go outside,” she told him and started walking towards the door. “For fuck sake. you're gonna hurt your damn self.” She didn't listen to a word he said. She just walked out the door and onto the porch. Daryl huffed a sigh and followed her. She had sat down on one of the rocking chairs. “Come on, D, come sit with me.”

D. She hasn't called him that since, well, he doesn't remember when the last time she called him that. “Ya need to get some rest,” he told her. “Sit the fuck down, Daryl. I am just fucking fine. I've been shot before. Hell, I've been fucking stabbed before. I am simply sitting outside and getting some fresh air. I don't want to be cooped up in that bedroom all day.”

He could feel himself wanting to lash out at her. He was feeling things he hasn't in a long time; things he shoved deep deep down and never wanted to come back up to the surface. He couldn't get attached again; because if he did and he lost her…again, it would completely break him. “Whatever. Do what the hell ya want I don't give a shit.” He started down the stairs and muttered, “dumb bitch” under his breath. “Fucking asshole.”