Broken /// (Daryl Dixon //// The Walking Dead fan fiction)

Chapter 17

Bailey

Rick and Deanna talked to me about what happened but that has been most of the talking I have done sense I got back Glenn tried talking to me but I couldn't, I was still mad he saved me over Noah. Some time has passed and nothing has changed besides me Daryl and Aaron went off a little bit ago to look for more people.

I sat in the living room of the house when I heard yelling, I got up a peaked out the window and saw a group of people in a circle. I walked outside towards the circle getting there to see Rich push Carl back. I ran over to Carl and helped him up and make sure he was okay, when I asked him the last time I turned my head and everyone gasped. Rick had pulled a gun on some of the people and even though I love Rick and I owe him so much I think of him as a brother I could only think of how stupid he was being. He was ranting about something but the only words I caught were "if we don't fight we die." And I turned my head towards him again just as Michonne hit him with the butt of her gun and that was the last of ricks ranting spree.

I sat in the corner of the room where Rick lay on a mattress with his scraped up face. He started to stir and I payed more attention he opened his eyes and laughed and I just left the room not wanting to deal with anyone right now or really ever. As Carol went in there I stood on the outside of the room listening to what they said. "Bailey?" I heard Rick call out and I stepped into the room my arms crossed across my chest I looked at him and he looked back. "They are holding a meeting to see if they want to get rid of me." He paused for a second and laughed "anyways i need to know if it goes bad that you will be there to help you can be on crowed control. Carol will give you a gun and if things get bad pull it out and keep the people in line." He said and I nodded my head letting him know I would do it, the last thing I wanted was for more of my family to get separated and we couldn't get kicked out because Daryl is starting to become more open and himself. I took the gun Carol had for me, I put it in the small of my back in the waist of my jeans and walked out of the room not wanting to talk to anyone.

I couldn't remember the last time I really talked to anyone like maybe I said a couple words but I don't think I have had a conversation or anything like that. I don't want to get close to anybody after loosing Noah it felt like a stab it the heart, somehow my heart physically hurt and I couldn't fix it, now one can. I don't even know what to do anymore.