The Walking Dead [Daryl Dixon]

Chapter 31- Too far then gone

~Haley's P.O.V~

I opened my eyes and coughed very little. I looked around the room. I was in the cell. I sat up from the bed and put my hands over my face. It was a dream, all of it. Being in a house, two kids, the park. It was all a dream. I turned around to see Daryl sitting on a bucket leaning against the wall asleep. I looked back foward. I felt sort of weak. It took me awhile but I stood up from the bed. Everything rushed to my head and I went back down. I felt a pair of arms surround me and pick me back up. I looked at him and he just looked at me

"Daryl" I whispered

"You gotta rest"

"I've been resting for a long time now"

He stayed quiet and just looked at me

"Are you still mad?" He asked

I shook my head "Are you?"

"Of course not"

"I wasn't jealous, I was just upset about Tyler"

"I understand Hales, I was stupid to say that"

I nodded and hugged him "Thank you. You saved me"

"I will always be here to catch you when you fall"

Our foreheads touched and we kissed before pulling away

"Come on"

We walked out and got something to eat. Afterwards I went outside

"How much did I miss?"

"Not much" He said

Rick approached us and smiled "How are you feeling?"

I nodded "Good, better"

"Good we need you here"

I smiled "Thanks"

He nodded tapped my shoulder and walked away

"Hey I gotta go talk to Rick about something, you gonna be okay?" He asked

I nodded "Yea, look I will hang out with Carl"

"Alright see you in a bit" He kissed my forehand before walking off

I approached Carl

"Hey bud"

"Hey how are you feeling?"

I nodded "Better, good as new"

"That's good, I'm glad we have you back"

"Thanks you" I nudged him and chuckled

Just then we heard a loud explosion, we all ran outside, I was behind because running for me was hard. I was headed but not completely healed. Most of the groups ran outside and to the front of the gates. Daryl ran next to me to make sure I was okay. We noticed a big tank and a couple trucks next to it. This can't be good. A part of me felt like I was Jack. But I knew it wasn't. It was the governor. Standing on the tank