Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~46~

The next morning. You stood atop the tower, watching from your perch as your brothers packed up Shane's green car with supplies. You'd barely slept at all last night. Not even when Maggie came up to relieve you. You just tossed and turned on the sleeping bag. Your mind absolutely consumed with worry for your husband and for Carol as well. Today, both of your brothers would take Carol into the subdivision, roughly ten miles south, to look for more food and any medicine they could find hidden away. That place had been overrun a couple months ago, and though it had been briefly combed through. Both Rick and Shane felt like there could be things hidden there still. Anything that could help Hershel was desperately needed. Maggie wanted to go after she left the tower earlier this morning, but by the way she stormed off from Shane. They weren't going to let her come. You knew she was just itching to do something, especially with Glenn being in F sick as a dog. A feeling you were also wrestling with. The feeling of uselessness, not able to do much if anything. So you watched your brothers drive off with Carol, and you couldn't stop the heavy pit of unease that was roiling in your stomach at the sight of it. It wasn't because you were afraid for their lives like you were for your husbands and his groups. No, it was the thought that Carol may not come back with them. That Rick would send her away, and that Shane would let him. But again. There wasn't a god damn thing you could do to stop it. Just everything else recently...

You stayed up in the guard tower for most of the day. Heeding Hershel's warning to take it as easy as you could afford. You wanted to help Maggie when she went down to work off some steam by clearing the fence. She didn't make much of a dent, but you knew you'd do more damage to yourself then the walkers if you went to help. There were an alarming number of them. The fences weren't going to hold up for very long. That knowledge alone only added to your stress. Your anxiety only growing with every fucking hour that passes without Daryl and his groups return. Shane and Rick had come back two hours ago right as the sun began to skink in the sky. Your heart twisting when Carol didn't get out of that car with them. Rick waved you down to help them bring in whatever they'd scavenged, and you looked at him with such disapproval that you knew he felt it. Then you turned away from them. Repositioning your stance off your aching right leg to keep watch. Staring down the road as you impatiently waiting for your husband to come back. To save these people with the drugs that would make a difference. Your heart hurt at the thought of Carol being out there on her own. For being an outcast now. All because she thought she was saving your family and these people. Everything in you screamed to go hunt her down and retrieve her. Even if you'd catch absolute hell from Rick. Though you knew, if you did that. You'd be undermining the first real decision Rick had made for this place in a long while. No matter how much you did not agree with your twin's decision, you would not undermine him. Not if he was finally starting to think about taking the reins again. Not when he was a better leader than either you or Shane could ever dream of being.

After trying and failing to help Rick, Shane, and Maggie put up the remaining fence posts of the hog sty against the fence. You begrudgingly stayed up in the guard tower to supervise. Stewing over the fact that you were physically useless in your brother's eyes right now. Just as the sun sinks through the trees, gun shots ring out from within the prison, emanating from block F. Where Hershel and Glenn were. You lean over the rail, looking through the court yard with worry. Snapping your eyes back down to where your brothers and Maggie both looked as well. "Rick!?" You yell, questioning whether or not he'd have an absolute bitch fit if you ran in there to help. He points up at you, "Stay put!" He hollers back with a commanding tone that had your teeth gritting. You relax a bit when Shane and Maggie take off running up the fence line. You watch as they both rush through the court yard and into the side doors leading to block F just as the gun fire ceases within. Sighing you glance down at Rick as he walks out of the fences through the other tower on the left. "Need help?" You ask knowing he wasn't finished reinforcing the fence, itching to help. To not have to stand up there and be benched for another second or you might lose your mind. "No- You keep watch. They're gonna be back soon and I need you healed. Stay put!" He yells up at you from the ground, his tone regretful. He didn't like you being benched either, and he could tell you were slowly becoming consumed with the same thoughts on why Daryl and the others were back. You groan, and look up at the sky. Seeing the dark clouds beginning to roll in. It would rain either tonight or tomorrow. You could feel it in your leg that was absolutely throbbing from the barometric pressure rolling in. Unable to do anything else you take one more pain pill, swearing it would be the last one because you'd be damned if you become reliant on them. Not when you'd made this long without them. It wasn't like you were useful at the moment anyway other than keeping watch.