My Only Weakness

Chapter Nine

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By mid afternoon, Daryl and I had decided to make a run for it, as most of the walkers seemed to have found something else to entertain them and wondered off. My wound stung as sweat seeped under the bandage, but I continued to run.

Daryl was ahead of me, towing the bag with the supplies, and I could hear his low grunts as he panted for air. Though it was not the time to focus on that, I needed a clear head. I could see where the forestry ended up ahead, and used all my strength as I sped up, Daryl doing the same. We could see the prison gates, and a flicker of hope brought a smile to my face.

"C'mon! Almost there!" he called back as he then proceeded to bash the head of a walker, the corpse falling to the ground. I could see Carl then, his small figure ready to open the gate as we neared.

Daryl was the first to enter the safe haven quickly followed by me, and I bent over, hands on my knees as I panted. Carl closed and secured the gate before coming to us. "You guys find anything?" Daryl held up the bag, and Carl quickly led him to where I assumed the baby would be. Daryl looked back at me, and I nodded. "Go on ahead, I'll catch up."

I entered the prison, everyone gathered around Daryl, who was feeding a bottle to the infant. Carl looked at me, "We're talking about names." I watched as Daryl whispered something in the baby's ear, "Ye like that? Lil ass kicker?" She cooed at his question, and everyone let out a laugh.

He looked up at me, with an unknown gleam in his eye. I blushed looking away as Carol stepped closer to me. "Daryl said you got hurt. Let's go have a look?" I smiled at her with a nod, and the two of us headed to a more private cell room. I pulled my shirt off, grimacing when I stretched too far.

She peeled off the bandage, and sighed when she saw the wound. "Glad you got here when you did. This would have gotten infected. Did you bandage this up?" She looked up at me and I shook my head with a blush. "D- Daryl."

She smiled a little, and began to clean the wound. I hissed under my breath, and she mumbled a 'sorry' as she tried her best to be quick. "I think he's got a soft spot for you; Daryl." she stated as she applied a new bandage. I laughed softly as I stood up, "Yeah right."

She raised her brow at my comment. "You doubt my observations?" I shrugged, "If he did, I don't think he'd be so bipolar around me." She scrunched her nose at my reply. "Bipolar? How so?" I shook my head quickly as I put my shirt back on. "It doesn't matter, really."

Carol frowned, reaching out to touch my cheek, "Daryl is difficult, and stubborn...but his heart is in the right place. He's changed quite a bit." With that statement she left the cell, and I was left standing there with a mixture of thoughts running through my head. Little did I know, though, that Daryl was thinking the same things.