Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Fifty Three.

Daryl;

The next few days were tough. We obviously had to deal with the large amount of corpses but we decided to burn them except if we came across anybody who was part of the community. If we found someone, we took them to the church where they could have a proper resting place. 

Sarah and I buried Zeus under the tree in our yard since that's the spot he always lay in when he was outside. 

She was quiet the first day or two. I think seeing her friend and her kids being taken right in front of her had really affected her but I can't tell you the relief I felt when on the third day, I came back from hunting to see her smiling and playing with Judith on the floor. 

She gave me a bigger smile when she saw I was there, pushing herself up to come greet me. "Hi," she whispered, pecking my cheek lightly. 

"Hey," I murmured, resting my hands on her waist, "How're ye' feelin'?" 

"Better," she replied, nodding firmly when I gave her a skeptical look, "Honestly, I'm fine. I realised that there's no point in dwelling." 

My lips pressed against her forehead and although I was a little unsure, I chose to believe her and I walk towards the bedroom so I could dump my things. 

I emerge again when I heard Rick's voice, seeing Sarah handing the little girl back over to her dad, giving her a loud smooch on the cheek before she looked up at Rick, "How is he?" 

"I'm glad to report that he's coming home later today. Denise wanted to be sure that everything was okay." he responded, "I think it's just going to take us a while to get used to it." 

She nods, opening the door, "Tell him I'll come by and see him tonight. If that's okay of course." 

"See you then." 

She turns to me after seeing them out, grimacing at the fact that I'm covered in dirt and let's out a quiet tut, "Honestly, what do you do when you're out there?" 

"Whatever I gotta do to get food." 

"Speaking of food," Sarah trailed off, moving around to stand beside me, "Did you manage to catch anything?" 

"I did," I replied, watching her eyes light up, trailing me to the front door, "A rabbit. It's out on the porch. I just need to clean it."

"Okay, good," she mumbled, "I managed to get a few things from the pantry. Vegetables and stuff. Hopefully I'll manage to cook it right." 

"Ye' better not screw it up," I teased, knowing that she isn't the best cook in the world. 

"Shut up, Dixon." 

**

Sarah; 

After eating, I headed over to Rick's to see Carl just as I promised. He was upstairs in his room, sat on his bed with countless comics spread out around him. 

"I've told him to take it easy for now," Rick mumbled from where he was stood next to me in the doorway, a smile on his face, "He wasn't exactly thrilled at that."

"I bet." I laughed, grabbing the teens attention and he grinned at me.

"Sarah! Dad said you were coming over. C'mon in." 

I smiled at Rick before stepping into the room, taking a seat on the chair that was in the corner. 

"What do you think?" he asked, leaning back on the bed while gesturing to the bandage that was still wrapped around his head, "Pretty cool huh?" 

The smile slipped off my face, not really being able to believe that he could be so calm about the fact that he had lost one of his eyes. 

"Hey," he said softly, "I'm okay, you know that right?" 

I nodded, wiping a stupid tear away from my eye, "I know. Seeing you lying there and  not being able to do anything. It just shook me up. I'm gonna come hug you now, okay?" 

He let out a quiet laugh, opening his arms and I crossed the small space and crushed him against me. "Sarah," he choked after a couple minutes, "You're...I can't breathe." 

"A couple more seconds." I muttered, squeezing him even tighter before releasing my grip, my hands on his shoulders as he stared at me, "I love you, you know that right?" 

"I do," he murmured, a grin coming onto his face, "And you know that I love you too."

"I know." 

**

I sat with Carl for maybe half an hour before Rick came in, demanding that he got some more rest and so I said goodnight to Michonne and left the house, out into the pouring rain. 

By the time I got back to the house, I was soaked through and I shuddered as I closed the door behind me. The house was both dark and silent as I moved through, peeking into all the rooms and found Daryl laying on the couch sleeping, small snores leaving his mouth. 

Tiptoeing up to him, I smiled at how relaxed he was and leant down to kiss his cheek, which caused his eyes to flutter open, "Hi." 

He yawned, pushing some of his hair from his face, "How was he?"

"Surprisingly upbeat," I murmured, nudging his arm with my knee, "Scooch over." 

He did as I said and moved so he was now laying on his side so his back was up against the cushion and I got comfortable beside him. 

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" I asked, "You on guard?" 

"Nah," he replied, playing with my fingers, "'m on first thing tomorrow mornin'. Tonigh' though, 'm just gonna spend my time nappin' wi' ye'." 

"We could just go to bed," I offered, "It's dark and stuff anyway." 

"Tha' would require movin'." 

"Jesus, Daryl." I giggled, "You call me lazy." 

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Also, i'm thinking of writing a Fear the Walking Dead fanfic just 'cause i don't see many of 'em and cause i wanna write about Frank Dillane