Daryl's Girl

Chapter 93

Lily's pov

I woke up and I was still here. Still in the same place I've been for the last couple of days, weeks, months. My side was still killing me and it's gotten to the point where I'm starting to struggle to keep my eyes open. I was dying.

Every day since I've been in this room, I've been trying to open the door. Even just a little push. Just enough so that I could try and crawl my way out. That's even if I managed to make it to the cell block without getting taken down.

Then I heard something. Voices. Rhey were righr outside the door. I tried to shout for help but my throat was so dry that no sound came out. It sounded more like a walker than anything else. Knowing that shouting wasn't my way out, I kept pushing on the door. Then something pushed back against me and I hoped that who ever it was would open the door. They didn't.

Instead I heard the sounds of their footsteps as they walked away. Their voices becoming fainter and fainter until I couldn't hear them any more. I just had to face it, I was going to be trapped forever. I could feel myself slowly dying. Slipping away. It wouldn't be to long before one of the others had to find me and put me down

For a little while longer I continued pushing on the door. It wasn't budging. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't open it but that wasn't going to stop me. I still hadn't told Briana that Jace was her brother. I still had the photo in my pocket. If that wasn't enough to keep my spirits high nothing was.

After another hour of sitting in the dark. Another hour of hopeless pushing on the door, the voices came back but this time they didn't stop. They'd gone straight past.

I had no energy to stand. No energy to keep my eyes open. Yet, I still went on and pushed the door. I'd left my knife in the walkers neck and my gun had no ammo in my belt. I could've ended it but instead I was due to die a slow and painful death if I couldn't get out.

Then I heard footsteps echoing outside the door. Then the sound of something metal hitting the floor, which made me jump. I just kept pushing on the door. I wasn't gonna stop. I can't give up my fight. Not now. No matter how much it killed me.

The other side of the door was pushed hard and it slammed, almost catching my hand. What was the point. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't getting out. What ever was on the other side of the door wasn't moving anytime soon. I gave up and turned my head away from the door. This was the end and I'd chosen to willingly accept my death.

Thats when my mother's last words to me kept repeating in my head. "No more kid stuff. I'm gonna die. Dad's gonna die. There's no way you can ever be ready for it. Don't let this world spoil you. I love you, honey. No more kid stuff. I'm gonna die. Dad's gonna die. There's no way you can ever be ready for it. Don't let this world spoil you. I love you, honey."

It was like I could hear her voice as she spoke the words. Her voice becoming louder and clearer as I started to let go. I never even got to know her, but those are the words that have stuck with me for years. That kept me going. Until now.

All of a sudden, the next thing I knew, the door swung open. I then turned my head to see...Daryl! Staring back at me, my knife raised. I was speechless. I just looked up at him. My eyes heavy as he put his hand under my chin and looked at my cut.

He then placed my knife back into my belt. I can't believe he found it. He found me. How was this even possible. "Wrap your arms around my neck." He whispered softly. I could barely hear him.

He lifted me from the ground and I did as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried be bridal style. I couldn't help but lay my heavy head on his chest. I was exhausted but I'd never been happier to see him. That was the thing keeping my eyes open. I didn't want to close them in fear of losing him again.

It wasnt too long before he walked into our cell block. There seemed to be no one there as he placed me down on the bed and got me a drink of water. I took a big sip as Daryl moved the top that I had tied around my waist. I winced because of the pain but tried my hardest to relax. "What happened?" He asked with worry clear in his tone.

"Stabbed myself...accidentally. Tripped and fell on the blade." I smiled. I then went onto telling him all about how we lost Tdog, how I got taken down by a walker and then how I ended up in the cell. It was a story I didn't want to tell as I could feel the tears building in my eyes.

Luckily enough for me, as I spoke, Daryl wet a cloth and applied it to my side, wiping the dried blood from my skin. His touch was gentle but I winced again. I couldn't help it. His expression looking hurt to think he was hurting me. "I'll get Hershal to take a look at you." He held the cloth to my side and placed my hand onto it.

I nodded my head and heard voices coming from in the other room. Daryl walked then walked out and followed them. I just hope that everyone made it through what happened alive. After Tdog, I don't think I can take anyone else.

The sound of the gate closing echoed through the cell block and then I heard the sound of many footsteps. They were then followed by the clicking of what I assumed was Hershal's crutches.

Thats when I saw Daryl walk past and lean on the door frame. Then I saw Rick. His eyes widened and he froze as he turned his head to see me. A huge meaningful smile appearing on his face.

He walked in and I used the top bunk to lift myself up. "Thank god. Thank god." He muttered as he hugged me. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want this to be some sick dream.

We stood hugging for a while and then I saw Hershal. He was just as shocked as Rick to see me. If not more. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

"How." Hershal sobbed. Rick let go and I hugged Hershal.

"Solitary." I sobbed back.

"Poor thing fought her way into a cell. Must've passed out. Dehydrated." Daryl spoke up for me. He must've seen the pain on my face when I told the story the first time.

Then I saw the most beautiful thing in this world. Beth holding a beautiful, tiny baby girl. I looked back at Rick and he shook his head. I instantly got what he was implying. I didn't like Lori all that much, but she did try and make it up to me. We were trying to be friendly and I coukdnt help but cry with Rick when I figured it out. "I'm sorry." I sobbed to him.

I walked back to the door of the cell and saw Carl crying. "Come here, buddy." I smiled. Carl ran at me and hugged me tight. I winced as he gripped my wound but I didn't let it show. It's hard to lose you're mum at such a young age. I should know.

Once Carl had let go, Beth handed me the baby and I cradled her in my arms. She was truly beautiful. That's when I saw Daryl smiling as I held her. It was like all anger I had towards him was gone as I smiled back. "Where's Briana, my dad, Maggie, Glenn, Carol, the prisoners?" I asked. The smile disappeared from my face as a lump formed in my throat.

"Don't worry. Your dad, Briana, Carol and the prisoners are all outside. Maggie and Glenn went on a formula run." Rick smiled at me. A wave of relief passed over me as I looked around at them all. Then I spotted someone knew.

"Who's that?" I pointed at a woman who was watching us through the bars of the gate.

"We don't know. How about Hershal stitch you up and you come and talk to her." Rick continued. I nodded my head and handed the baby back to Beth. I guess Rick does see me as a leader. Even if I don't.

I followed Hershal into his cell and he took out his needle and some thread. I closed my eyes tight due to the pain but what could be worse than being trapped in a room for what felt like days. There are people out there who've had it worse. I'm just glad that I'm here.