Sicky and sweet

Bullets

(A//N: This is my favorite chapter yet. A lot of back story and development happens between Sicily and the group so buckle up. PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK I FEEL LIKE YALL HATE ME!! ;D)

The next morning Sicily woke up to the feeling of Maggie's foot kicking her off the bed. She falls with a solid thump and a groan. Her head peaks up on the bed with an angry look in her eyes. Maggie is in a deep slumber, hair falling in her face, mouth wide open, and her legs twisted into a confusing contortion. Sicily pulls herself up onto her feet and stretches, her back and shoulders popping and creaking. In her twenties and Shes already got joint problems. 

"Thank you, Julliard."

She makes her way to her window and opens it up, the cool air wafts her face. Blowing her hair back, she thought of New York. She thought of her old roommates and her friends. Thinking of Hannah and Sora, the late fall mornings where it was freezing. Hannah would open the windows and turn on the warm orange hues in the room with a vintage lamp they all found. Sora would wake up second, trudging over in her father's old Julliard hoodie. Hannah would then jump on Sicily. Awakening her from her sleep. The warm coffee would be handed in out in the mugs they made in a pottery class. Wonky and less than symmetrical. Hannahs bright red hair would come down from her braids in waves as they dressed for their nutcracker rehearsals. Sora would lounge on Sicily's bed as she talked about her latest boyfriend.  Sicily would sit by the window, staring up at the dark stormy morning sky. Cuddled in a blanket, still hypnotized with drowsiness. 

She missed those mornings more and more. She hoped they made it out, she hoped they were okay. She backed away from the window, she couldn't think about them anymore. She got dressed, some flared jeans with red embroidery on the side, and a ruffled white blouse. She put on some boots and then left the room to make Maggie some coffee and a muffin. 

A few hours later she's feeding the chickens whenever carol comes to her.

"Sicily... honey he knows." Sicily's blood drained from her face.  She dropped the chicken feed and hurries to shut the door as she makes her way with carol to the porch. seeing her sister looks utterly furious, burning holes into the side of Glenns head. She hears Shane attempting to give some heroic pep talk. She spots Daryl, he doesn't look too happy either. His eyes flicker to hers, then to carol. Sicily's heart is beating out of her chest. 

"What's goin' on?!" Her voice strong, Shane turned his chest puffed and jaw clenched. His head tilted and he pointed his eyes.

"Seems like you already know what's goin' on little girl. Best believe it in your best interest to stay in your lane." He takes a step further towards her. Carol backs behind her, grabbing her wrist. The hair on the back of Daryl neck stands as he watches Shane go toe to toe with the woman. Hate clearly laced on her face.

"I think the only damn thing you need to be interested in is keepin' that baby in your whore's stomach intact. That's gon' be real hard if y'all are on the road don't you reckon?" She bites with a fast step forward. Carol pulls her back and Darly places himself between them, facing Shane as he put his hand on his shoulder. 

"C'mon man you don't wanna do that."

"And why the hell not?"

"Cause you'll have nobody to stand with you if you do."

"All because you wanna keep your dick wet?" Daryl damn near about took his head off but was stopped when T-dog stepped between with the support of Glenn.

"You're losin' focus of what we need to do here!" T-dog voices as he put his hands out between the men. Daryl turns to look at Sicily, her gaze still on Shane. She didn't care about killing the walkers. Daryl knew that- he saw that. Her gaze shifts to Daryl, eyes softening ever so slightly. Her eyebrows twitch up. A saddened look fills her face as she swallows. He looks at her, ashamed as ever. He had to do what he thought was right. Ask for forgiveness, not permission. Their stare off was interrupted by Shane's aggressive growled out voice.

"What is that? What is that?!"

Shes the first to break her stare with him, her head peaking up with concern laced onto her lace, a gasp opens in her mouth and her feet take off. Daryl follows closely behind, along with Maggie and Glenn.

Shane and Rick bicker as he tried to maneuver the walker into the barn. Sicily's legs pumped as her mind screamed to interfere. As soon as Shane pulled out his gun and started firing into the body of the corpse, Maggie screamed for her.

"Sicily don't!!!" 

Daryl's heart almost stopped as he saw the girl five feet away from the shots. He was within an arm's reach as he grabbed her waist pulling her body into his, making sure to not let go. Her voice cracking as she pleaded for him to let her go, to let her stop this. 

"No! No please Daryl please. I have to- I have to-"

"I'm not gon' let you get hurt over corpses. Somethings you can't stop." One of his arms around her waist, the other around her shoulder.  Her hand gripped his forearm as her body attempted to lean forward, trying to bring herself closer to the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Please..."

Her father yells for rick to stop this madness. The man's face laced with frustration as he tried to talk Shane down from his tangent. Shane makes his way to the front of the barn door as he shoots the lock off. Daryl's head buries into the back of Sicily's hair as he repeatedly apologizes. Worry runs rampant through her; Daryl's grip loosens ever so slightly, and she makes a break for it. Running towards a crying Maggie who is being held back by Glenn. 

"Sicily! DAMN IT WOMAN!" Once again taking off after her. 

Blood pumps through her ears as she tries to reach her sister. Then time stops, her mother's corpse staggers out. She stops just two feet before she reaches her sister. The moment is slowed in her mind, as she watches Shane's gun raise. Malice in his eyes, her mother's corpse turns to see Maggie and Sicily. Her eyes stick to Sicily's her mouth opens and all that can be heard is a horrifying growl before a gunshot falls upon deaf ears. Her mother's infected, dead brain splatters onto the barn door behind her. Her face gone and her eyes even more dead as they roll into the back of her head. She drops, its silent. Her body limp and lifeless on the ground, her once perfect freckled skin now rotting and falling off the bone. Her thick hair nothing but string, her clothes torn and dirty. 

Sicily no longer has the strength to keep herself up, her hands come to her mouth, and she falls onto the ground. Head hitting the dirt beneath her. Her world still moving slowly as she watches Maggie let out a blood curdling scream. She watches as Beth crawls over to the body, calling out to the corpse. Tears run down her soft cheeks, much like her own sisters. Daryl finally reaches her after an eternity it feels. The cold ground being replaced by his warm arms as he pulls her in between his legs. She rotates her body and hugs onto him tightly, sobs rocking into her body as she buries her face into where his neck and shoulder meet. He closes his eyes and wraps his arm around her waist once more, the other cradling the back of her head. If merle had been here to see this moment, he was sure there would be crass remarks about him getting soft for a 'bitch' and him being pussy whipped. He can't bring himself to care, all he cares about in this moment was keeping the girl in his arms out of the wrath of Shane's pistol. The feeling of her small nails clawing at him like he'll disappear. She needs him to stay together, to stay grounded. 

Nobody has ever needed him like that in his entire life.