A Broken World

Forty-Seven

Daryl

It's been a full day since Daryl brought yn back to the cell block, while she bled out. Carol and Maggie did everything they could to stop the bleeding. Luckily, they did that, and stitched her up. Daryl paced back and forth outside the cell until they were done. He sat beside her all night, not even going out to eat. Carol ended up bringing him a bowl of rice and some water.

The only time he left was when he got up to take piss, but only after he wasn't able to hold it anymore. He headed straight outside, pissed, and had a cigarette. His nerves were fraying by the minute. Anxiety built up in him, which only led to anger so he didn't show his true feelings.

When he went back inside, walked up the metal stairs, and stepped into the cell he was startled by a voice he thought he'd never hear again. “Daryl?”

“Ah, fuck!”

“The hell ya doin’! Lay the fuck back down!”

Daryl stormed over to the bed and gently pushed her back done. “Dammit, woman, you stab, now lay down.”

“But–Larson–I need to…”

She didn't fight him too much, laying back down with a grimace. “Ya already took care of the bastard. He stabbed ya in the process.”

He saw yn's body relax a little more and she laid back down on the bed. “I'm sorry I just ran off like that. But I had to…”

“Would ya stop fuckin’ talkin’. I know why ya did it. It was still stupid, though. You coulda got yourself killed! You should have waited for me.” He spoke the last words more gently.

Yn

I looked up at Daryl with guilt. He was right. I should have waited for him before just running after Larson. “You're right. I shouldn't have gone after him alone. I was just–I don't know–I know how dangerous he was and I didn't want him finding himself here at the cell block. Not with Maggie  Carol, Beth, and Lori. He would have killed Carl, Glenn, and Hershel, and then he would have had his fun with the women.”

I shook my head, “I needed to kill him. I should have done it a long time ago, but I froze, and he was caught instead.”

“What happened to ya?”

I looked away from him and took a deep breath, “It was nothing. I'm fine. It is in the past…and I've moved past it. I got over it.”

Before Daryl could push any further Carol walked in. “Oh, you're awake!”

She walks in holding a bowl of what looks like soup of some kind and water setting it on the small metal table. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Like I was stabbed.”

She rolled her eyes and sat down at the end of the bed. “Do you need something for the pain? We don't have much, but we have enough if you need it. I'll also want to change that bandage. We don't need you getting an infection.”

“I'm fine, but if I need something I'll let you know. So, um…how is Hershel?”  The last thing  I knew was they were still trying to stop the bleeding.

“He's doing better. He woke up for a few seconds. He'll be fine. We found some stuff in the infirmary.”

“A group of us will be goin’ out on a supply run tomorrow to find more medicine and anything else,” Daryl said.

“Well, then I'll…”

“Nah, don't even finish that sentence. You're gonna stay here and rest. Don't need ya out there ripping those stitches open ir doing more damage.”

I opened my mouth and Daryl held his hand up. “Don't. It's final, you will stay here and not get out of bed.”

It was hard but I did stay in bed. Days went past before I could get out of bed and move around. Daryl, Glenn, T-dog  and Maggie went out on a few trips to try and find more supplies. We needed more medication, bandage, stuff that we would need when the baby gets here. They were able to find a pair of crutches for Hershel, who was doing a lot better.

Things seemed good. But that peace never lasts long, not in this world. The day we got Hershel up and walking, getting him out into the fresh air and sun, walkers started to fill the courtyard and a loud blaring sound from the speakers attached to the side of the building went off.

We lost T-dog, and Carol was missing. The most heartbreaking one was when Maggir walked out of the cell block, Carl close behind her. She had something wrapped in a shirt and was covered in blood. Rick broke down once he realized what it was.

It was the baby, a baby girl. Lori went into labor and Maggie was forced to do a C-section. Lori didn't make it and Carl was the one to put his mother down. Daryl and her went off to find stuff for the baby
Formula and bottles were the most important. We only had a few things for her. Rick went into a shocked state, going to the boiler room where it happened.

I watch Daryl hold the tiny body, feeding her, and cooing at her. It made my stomach fill with butterflies. It made me feel things I didn't want to. It wasn't smart to have something like that, a family, someone to hold at night. It all just gets snatched away in a blink of an eye. Daryl's eyes met mine and I gave him a soft smile before walking up to my cell.

It was a while longer when someone came to the cell door. “Ya alright?” I sighed and looked up from the book I was reading. I had found it in a house while we were still out on the road. “Yeah, just a little tired. Thought I'd read a little then try to get some sleep. Things are going to be harder from now on with a baby.”

Daryl bit his lip, eyes cast down at the floor. “Wanna keep watch with me later?” He didn't look up at me when he asked. “Yeah, sure. Just come get me when you head out.” He nodded and walked out. At least we weren't fighting like we were. Well, we haven't been fighting recently. I'm sure one of them will get pissed at the other and start a fight.

It's comforting that Daryl came after me. He came looking for me after I ran off after Larson. He saved my life. So there has to be a small part of him that still cares about me. Maybe I can fix whatever was broken. Merle isn't around to put bullshit in his head. He's been a better person since Merle has been gone. He's Rick's right hand man. Maybe we could even eventually, dare I say, be together. But would that be worth it?