ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: When Daryl Dixon is injured and stuck in bed, he's not exactly thrilled about the idea of being pampered by the group. But you? You're more than ready to take care of him—and show him just what it means to be a good boy. Think Daryl Dixon's all rough and tough? Think again...
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You wiped the sweat from your forehead, the Georgia sun burning down on you as you walked over to Maggie and Glenn outside of the house on Hershel's farm.
Every so often, you'd look towards the cars where a few others in the group were working, trying to make the most of the now limited supplies you all had left at the moment.
"I got a lot of corn here," Maggie said, holding up a can. "Maybe we can make some soup tonight. What do you think?"
Glenn laughed, "Soup sounds fine, I think. As long as we don't have to eat beans again. I think I'm starting to sprout beans myself."
"Hey Maggie," you shouted over to her. "How's everything going so far? You two need any help?"
Maggie gave you a small, but rather distracted, smile. "It's been a quiet run, so we're okay. We just came back a few minutes ago with some new supplies."
You nodded. "That's good. Means we won't starve anytime soon. Hey, listen, I heard Daryl's still inside the house. Do you know how he is feeling? I really hope he is feeling better. Everything that has happened, I just... I don't know. I still can't wrap my head around it."
"Well, dad took care of him, just like he did with Carl, so I wouldn't worry too much about his condition. And if it would've worsened, dad would've told Rick already, that's for sure. But what has happened to him out there, and then the bullet? I don't know him well enough, but I think that he's too stubborn to admit he even needed help in the first place. And that ear necklace? I'm sorry, but that was beyond creepy."
You remembered... Daryl has been out there, trying to find Sophia again. Of course, it all had to go sideways. You didn't know the details exactly, but you remembered how he had dragged himself back to the farm, looking like he'd been through hell and back. Covered in dirt and blood, and barely conscious.
Then, just when things couldn't get any worse, Andrea took a shot at him from the roof of the RV. She'd been told to hold off by Rick, Shane, and Dale, but she fired anyway, hitting Daryl in the head, with the bullet grazing his temple.
"I'll check on him," you now said, putting the supplies aside again. "You're right, he's too stubborn to admit it, but he needs someone to make sure he's not pushing himself too hard. And if he could, he'd already be out there again."
