Daryl's Girl

Chapter 115

I don't know what happened when I woke up. Through out the night it felt as if my nightmares had some sort of hold over my ability to see what was right or wrong. It didn't matter what decision I made, someone close to me died. In the end, it felt as if I was falling, like I had nothing else left to lose, but before I could hit the ground my eyes shot open and I was awake.

My head was damp with sweat and my eyes were wet with tears.  For a moment it felt like I couldn't breath. It was like I was permanently trapped in one of my nightmares. Then something moved next to me and I was suddenly aware that I wasn't alone in one of my dreams.

I quickly sat up and my eyes shot over to my right to see someone sleeping besides me. It was Daryl. I could already feel my breathing and heart rate beginning to slow down as I checked to make sure it was him and I wasn't just seeing things. Luckily it was him and nothing elae.

I hadn't even heard him come in or realised he was there, but then it all came flooding back. I was in his cell. I'd slept in his cell. Briana and I had argued which was why I was here. It felt like a huge part of me was missing. It was the same feeling I had back on the boat after what had happened with her parents and sister. It was all my fault. As far as I could remember, we'd been inseparable since the start. Ever since we were in diapers, and now, it's gone.

Once I'd managed to calm myself down, I sat up against the wall with my legs to my chest. I didn't dare move or try and climb over Daryl to get out as I didn't want to wake him. I already felt like I was invading his privacy, so the last thing I wanted was to disturb him whilst he slept. He didn't get enough of it as it was.

I sat there for a little while longer before he began to stir and rolled over to face me. "Morning." He croaked.

"Morning." I replied, forcing a smile onto my face.

"You alright?" He asked. A concerned tone to his voice.

I didn't reply. I just nodded and kissed his forehead before climbing over him to get off of the bunk. I didn't want him worrying about me. Especially with what we had planned. We needed to be at the top of our game. The last thing we wanted was for the Governor to get the upper hand.

Luckily Daryl didn't seem to notice as he stood up and the pair of us made our way down to the common room.

Rick was already up and so was Hershal as we walked through the cell block. The both of them were stood around one of the tables getting some weapons for the meeting. But before we could go and join them, Daryl stopped me. "Hey." He turned me to face him. "You gonna be alright?"

"What?" I asked, not understanding what he was implying.

"You sure you wanna do this? You don't have to go if you're not up to it." He replied. A serious expression creeping onto his face.

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine." I glanced up to Briana's cell before I turned back to Daryl. "I think it'd be best if I wasn't around today anyway. I wouldn't be helping anyone here and it's not like I can sit around and mope all day, is it?" I forced a smile though I knew the real reason was that I didn't particularly want to be around neither Merle or Briana after what'd happened. That and I didn't want Daryl to know about Merle's threat. I didn't want to come between them and cause another problem the group had to solve.

By the look on Daryl's face, he seemed to agree with what I'd said but I could see he knew something else was up. Instead of asking he just grabbed my hand and we walked into the next room together.

Once there, Rick already had a bag of guns and I couldn't help but watch as Hershal taped a gun just above his stump. I guess it wouldn't be of any harm to have a couple guns hidden to where no one would know where they were apart from us.