Nyla ➳ D. Dixon

Chpt. XV

Cw: Blood, mention of abuse, character's death.
A/N: My fault if this is short and rush, can you tell my brain is ready to default?

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You're correct if you're thinking about that I've never get any sleep that night, I usually would go to sleep quicker than a blink of an eye, but now I couldn't—It reminds me of the day where Daryl's father alcoholic outburst were taken out on Daryl while I hide under a couch and watch the scenes unfold, I was too scared that night to go to sleep.

So, I sat up and headed over to the tent, luckily the tent wasn't zipped up. When I walked inside Daryl was asleep, I lay down and crawled towards him—I nudged his arm, thankfully he lifted his arm and rested it on my neck.

The next morning, I headed outside stretching my limbs with yawn like that of a puppy. I see T-dog, Shane and Daryl load up the back of an SUV, I trotted over a large bowl filled with water as I lap it up, my eyes met Daryl who took a swig from a canteen—By judging his body expression he's still angry.

If I've learned anything with being with Daryl; Is that he'll stay angry for about twenty to forty-eight hours. A red van comes blazing down the driveway. It creaks to a stop, while Lori and Carl walk towards it hand-in-hand. When Rick jumped out Carl got out of his mother's grasp and into his father's awaiting arms along with Lori —Meanwhile Hershel and Glenn got out with Maggie to seemingly run to her father's arms.

I lied. Glenn's arms.

Hershel walks forward with a gun-in-hand, "Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery." He tells her.

I wonder who needed surgery? The others seemed fine.

T-Dog points out something, well someone. "Who the hell is that?" He questions, raising a finger to somebody in the back of the car. I hopped on my hind legs and peered through the window to see a young man around Glenn's age, maybe a little bit younger—He has shaggy black hair and a red blindfold over his eyes, he's unconscious by the look of his head. "That's Randall." Glenn replies.

Welp ... .great.

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I sat outside the front porch of the farmhouse while the other's head inside to debate what to do with the kid. I watched Daryl come towards me with something in his hand, it looked like a leather ball that's been well chewed out.

The archer sat down beside me, "Found somethin'." He showed me the ball. He tossed in the air and caught it with his palm, "Thought you might wan' it, since ya clearly bored around 'ere."

Bored? With you?

I gave him a smile as I teasingly pushed his side. I managed to get his goofiest smile that I always love out of him as I grabbed the ball from his hand and gave it a good chew. He grabbed the ball from my mouth, not giving a shit that it's covered in drool now—He tossed the ball and I immediately went to catch it, I grabbed it and brought it back to Daryl. We did this a second time, I've started to become tired when I brought the ball back to Daryl