Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 31

Melinda's POV

It's been a few weeks since anyone had seen the governor. It was as if he had gotten up and vanished into thin air.

No one knew what to do about it. We didn't know if we should leave. We didn't know if we should go out and try to find him. Or if we should wait.

But wait for what? Wait for them to come get us? Wait for us to do something? Wait for death?

The best thing Rick could think of was watch. So every night some lucky soul got to sit atop the camper for a good three hour shift until the next angel came for the damsel in destress.

We also didn't go anywhere. No one went on runs unless it was completely needed. And in the last couple of weeks, we seemed like we needed it more than ever. Each day seemed like we were waiting for our death. Like we were trapped in like animals.

I was slowly getting better. My bruises were nothing but a memory. The cuts scattered along my body, they either scabbed over and healed, or became a scar on my irony skin. My ribs were tender at points, but it was nothing that I couldn't live with. I was now healthy enough to go on runs and help out around the farm with whatever they needed.

"Mel." The hunter murmured. His soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked to see that he was squinting at the trees naked branches.

This was one of those times where we needed to go out for supplies. Winter was around the corner and we needed clothes, or we would freeze.

We just had one compromise. If we were to go out it would be through the woods. No one went on the road, it was a give away, and it was to loud. 

"Yeah?" My soft voice comes to his ears as he looks around the forest floor.

"We're going to have to stay here tonight. It's getting late, we aren't going to have enough time to walk back." Daryl concluded.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to say that that was no good. I wanted to tell him that as much as I wanted to deny it, that it scared me.

But none the less, I nodded my head and muttered a simple okay.

He readjusted the straps on his backpack and softly slid past me. A map was tightly in his grip as he carefully figured out the direction our destination was.

I quickly followed behind having no earthly idea where I was. My boots tap the ground as I begin to think of the day they came and got me back.

I was tightly held in the governors grip, and then somehow I was being pulled into safe arms.

Daryl's safe arms.

I couldn't help but think of the way he jumped off the back of that truck. He did it so quickly, no thought. And I couldn't help but think of the way he so quickly walked to me with open arms. No thought about it. And I most certainly couldn't help but think about the way he held me.

He held me with so much passion, it made me sink into his arms and never want to be let go. The way he held me, it made me feel like he had felt the same way about me as I did for him.

The words he said to me fill my head every time I look at him. And for some reason, I could never imagine myself doing something like that again. The way he looked at me that day made me want to take everything back, to just go back to the day in the woods and follow him back to the farm like a sensible person.

But the more I think about that day with the governor, the more I realize I'll never have that again. I'll never be able to call him mine. Because why would he want someone like me? I broken soul to put on his shoulders, just something to bother him. And to add onto that, a broken soul with a child. That's not who he is.