Ruin Me So You Can Save Yourself (Daryl Dixon X Male OC)

13. You Never Ask

Daryl Dixon

When I wake up Sam is still asleep. I pry his body off of myself and throw a blanket over him to keep him warm instead of me and walk out of the room leaving the door open just in case. I don't have much to do, well I have a lot to do, like go hunting but I can't really leave that drunkard alone so I move about the kitchen tryin' to find somethin' to do and end up just fiddlin' with my crossbow.

I poke my finger on a sticking out piece of metal spring and hiss. I stick my finger with drop of blood into my mouth, licking it off.

"You okay?"

Sam's soft voice from behind me made me jump startled and almost drop my crossbow. I turn looking at a sleepy man standing a few feet away.

"Christ, you're a ghost." I sigh feeling my heart race in my chest from being startled.

"Sorry." He chuckles lightly, weakly, actually. I'm pretty sure he feels like shit after that much whiskey yesterday. He looks like shit too. I take Sam in as he walks over and plops down in the chair across from me. His hair is a mess and his face is puffy and red with dark circles under his eyes. He pulls sleeves of his sweater over his hands, sure he does, it's damn cold, even I pulled on a jacket let alone a guy who's always cold.

"How ya feelin'?" I ask as I resumed fiddling with the crossbow, my eyes moving from Sam to the weapon and back up at him.

"I'm fine." He murmurs his shoulders raising up to his ears as I could see him shiver a little.

"You're cold?" I ask even though I know the answer already.

He shakes his head no. "I'm okay." his teeth chatter a little as he speaks. He's really cold.

"Liar." I mumble and put my crossbow on the table, getting up and grab a denim jacket, throwing it at Sam who catches it and looked down at the piece of clothing before looking up at me with those deep brown eyes. "Put it on." I say plopping back down into my chair and grab my crossbow again.

Sam pulls the jacket on hesitantly and then wraps it around himself, pulling his feet up on his chair and resting his head on his knees.

"You want aspirin?"

"I'm okay. Thanks." He murmurs.

"It's on the top shelf of that cabinet." I say simply.

Sam hesitates but then nods and gets up walking over to the cabinet and taking a pill before returning right back to the chair he was sitting on.

"Where's your car?" I ask. I was wondering since yesterday. It's not on the driveway and nowhere close, so how the hell he got here?

"At parking back by my college." He sighs. "Probably got a ticket by now."

"How did you got here then?"

"Walked. I think. I don't remember much. Hitchhiked a little, maybe." He mumbles and rubs his temples resting his elbows on the table.

"You're quite adventurous when you're drunk, huh?" I let out huff of a chuckle. Gotta be really determined to walk and hitchhike up to the middle of nowhere like that.

"I guess so. I'd love to remember all those adventures too." He sighs. "Sorry for being a trouble. Kinda had a bad week."

"Get kicked out of college is one shitstorm." I scoff.

"Mhm. You don't say." He hums and nods resting his head on his fist as he stares at me.

"Were you drinkin' alone?" I ask as I keep my eyes on the crossbow.