Dixon's Girl- TWD

Oh Daryl

We drove into the trailer park and he stopped outside my trailer. I jumped out of the car and ran into the dixon trailer, not even worried about Will. He would usually terrify me, but I had bigger issues to deal with

"Daryl!" I yelled, all the worst scenarios running through my head

Merle was there, drinking his beer. "He's in his room, resting."

"Is he alright?"

"Hey, calm down. He's fine. He's had worse. I picked him up and it doesn't look like he's got a concussion." I frowned at that. Just because his own daddy has given him worse physically, doesn't mean there is much worse than getting beat up in school. I've experienced it myself, and it's awful. Atleast at home, it's hidden. It's awful but it's hidden. When it happens in school, it becomes talk of the town.

"Oh, jody. He was asking for you. Said he wanted to apologise. Something happen between you two?"

I nodded sheepishly. "We got onto a fight." Merle didn't need to know all the details. After all, they weren't that important right now and seemed miniscule to the issue at hand 

"Oh, so trouble in paradise?"

"Piss off. I'm gonna check on daryl."

Just then, max walked into the trailer. "Sorry to intrude. Erm Jody, I'm gonna head off or would you rather me stay?"

"No its fine. You go. Thanks, again."

"My pleasure. You call me any time you need help. I don't care if its 3am or if its snowing. Call."

Merle put his arm over my shoulder. He looked max up and down in disgust and then grunted. "She has plenty of people to call."

"Ignore him. I'll call."

We said our goodbyes and then I went to daryls room to check he was alright. He was lay in his bed, his right eye swollen shut and already bruising. His lip was cut and he had his shirt off to reveal several cuts and bruises

"Jesus," I muttered, putting my hand to my mouth in shock. We both had bruises, scars, marks. But this was different. Somehow, seeing the marks on the face, knowing they'd be visible even with clothes, it escalated the severity

I crouched down infront of him and held onto his hand. "Jody."

"Hey. I'm here. I'm so sorry."

"I was a dick."

"Yeah. You were. But I have a feeling there's a reason behind it. You can tell me anything."

He took a deep breath and I could tell it hurt. The bruising seemed to mainly be on his ribs. Daryl admitted, "I'm scared that I'm gonna let you down, that I'm gonna turn into my dad."

"We aren't our parents, daryl. If anything, they have taught us who not to be. We practically raised eachother. Every step of life, we've had to figure out together. And that's okay. Because we'll keep doing that until we're old and grey. I love you so much."

"I love you. I don't wanna fight again."

"Me neither. Hey, I took your advice. I spoke to Max. I think everything's gonna be okay." He smiled at me, although his lip was cut.

I grazed my thumb over his mouth and whispered, "rest. You need time to heal."

"Jody, stay."

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised, holding his hand tighter

I looked over his bruising whilst he closed his eyes. I hated to wake him but I had to ask, "has anyone cleaned these yet?"

By the groan he let out, that meant no. We both had a habit of getting into fights, usually me more then him. And we both hated getting our cuts cleaned but always insisted on doing it for one another. It stung like a bitch, but an infection stung way worse

"I'll go get the first aid kit."

I went into the living area and saw Will Dixon had risen from his pit of hell. "What are you doing in my home?" He spat at me

"I'm taking care of daryl," I answered him, walking past to get the first aid kit from the cupboard

"He's being soft. I got into plenty of fights in my youth. Never did me any harm. I've raised a fag!"

I had to take a deep breath so I wouldn't lose my temper. People always say that we should stand up and speak out when we hear someone say something we don't think is right. When they say something derogatory or prejudice. But it isn't that simple. If I had spoken up against Will Dixon, he would've tried to beat me. Merle would've gotten in the way as usual, and then it wouldn't just be daryl with cuts and bruises.

I met with merle in the kitchen. He whispered, "careful. He doesn't like it when you're here."

"I know. But I'm staying whether he likes it or not."

When I went to leave, merle grabbed my wrist gently, making me turn around

He asked, "what's going on with you and that brother of yours? Finally taking our advice?"

"Er...yeah. There was this guy following me and-"

"Woah. Hang on a second. Some guy was following you? Where? When? Who the fuck was he?"

"It's alright. I'm fine. I went into a shop, called Max and he picked me up."

"You could've called me," he said, sounding a little jealous

I rolled my eyes at him. "I tried. Your old man answered the phone and I sure as hell wasn't gonna talk to him. Look, Max was a last resort and he actually turned out to be sorta nice. So yes, I am taking your advice."

"Good. Just don't forget where you're from. I don't want you turning all daddy's money on my ass."

I simply scoffed at him and walked away. I wasn't taking Max's money. That was one thing I wouldn't allow to happen.

In daryls room, I began cleaning his cuts as he gripped my thigh, wincing and groaning every time I put alcohol on a cut. "I'm sorry but this is for your own good."

"Motherfucker," he spat, holding my leg tighter.

When I was down, I put the first aid kid and alcohol under his bed and climbed in with him. It was still the morning, but daryl need to rest, and I needed daryl

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you."