Never Let Go (Daryl Dixon)

Hangover

Once again, I've never had a drink. I know you get drunk(Believe me I have witnessed it first hand) But I wasn't expecting the feeling that I got when I woke up. The pounding of a tiny hammer hits my forehead. My stomach swirls with nausea. I remember this is how dad felt after a night of drinking. Me and Daryl are in the exact same position except for one detail. My hand rests gently on his knee. Embarrassed, I slowly stand up, trying not to disturb him. My equilibrium seems to be a little off, as I stumble to the bathroom. The closer I get the more nauseas I feel. I collapse on the tile, steadying my hand on the cold, porcelain toilet. Slowly, I start to feel the bile pushing up through my throat. Seconds later I heave out lasts nights dinner. Sweat beads, roll down my forehead. And brown locks of hair stick to my rosy cheeks.

"Dammit Sunshine." Daryl snickers. I still continue regurgitating what little I had in my stomach. I feel a gentle touch on my spine. "That my friend is the hangover." I take another large heave, as a chunk of hair nearly misses my mouth. Daryl gathers my hair out of my face, holding it to the side with his left hand. "Just keep letin' it out." He rubs my back with his right. After about a minute of nothing coming up, I slouch back against the door. I rub my temples with my index and middle fingers, trying to relieve the pain. "Breakfast!" Glenn beams through the door. "Come on." Daryl says picking me up. He now has me, bridal style, my hands wrapped securely around his neck.

The whole group is gathered around the table, socializing and eating. Everybody's eyes follow Daryl and I, as we enter the room. "You got a problem?" Daryl says. He places me on the seat, I grab the glass of water, fairly gulping it down. "Are you and Daryl dating?" Carl teases with a smile. What little water I had in my mouth, is being spat back in the cup. I wipe the water drops off with my forearm. "No." I say. "Are you sure." He laughs. Lori nudges his arm, "Carl" she says sternly. "What?" He responds. I don't bother looking up for the rest of the meal, afraid to meet a pair of eyes.

*Time skip to when Jenner is saying the place will blow up.*

"What the hell do you mean, no way out?!" Daryl hisses. "I said once the doors shut they won't open again." Jenner says. "Come on, we have women and children you can't do this to us!" Rick yells. Daryl tries hacking away at the exit door with an ax. Shane even tries pulling a gun on Jenner. After a long, intense, time he finally gives in opening the door. Andrea and Jackie decide on staying behind. We all sprint up the stairs to the way we came in. "Dammit the door won't open!" Daryl kicks it. "Wait." I hear Carol say. She pulls out a grenade, that she explains she found on Rick. Rick grabs it telling everyone to step back, he pulls it, tossing it toward the glass. In an instant a rush of heat comes over us, as Daryl shields me with his body, after the explosion happens we all jump out. My feet hits the dead grass, as I rush to the pickup. In the cars we all wait, just in hopes that Dale or Andrea will come out. Suddenly we see them emerge, yells for them to hurry echo in the air. 3...2...1 The whole place engulfs in flames, crumbling to the ground. The embers fly around, and scraps of building come slowly falling down. Once it's over I'm able to finally breath. Closing my eyes, glad that it's over, only to think of what the next hell will be like.