Once a Dixon Always a Dixon

The Prison

Chapter 3

Arya's POV

I can't believe it! After a whole year of searching I find him in the most random of places!

"Ari!" he yells running towards me and picks me up in his arms and spinning me around. By this time a bawling, just so happy to see him. He puts me down and I practically fall back into his arms.

"Miss me that much eh?" he asked jokingly

"No you idiot, my leg" I reply. Truthfully I did miss him pretty bad though.

"Oh sh-" he stopped midsentence as I gave him a stern look. Swearing was not my thing and I hated it. I heard enough of it growing up and would be fine to never hear it again.

"Sorry" he mumbled remembering how I hated it and leaned down to my leg and tied a piece of fabric to the cut and pressed to try and stop the bleeding looking up at me once in a while. All of a sudden he gets up and puts his arm around me supporting me and we turned to the boy with the beautiful ocean blue eyes.
Oh my light headed
Wow
No from my wound not the boy with beautiful eyes
Yea right my conscious sarcasticly argues with me.  Great I'm talking to my self now.

"Carl, meet my sister Arya, Ari this is Carl" the boy looked at me shocked but smiled after a second and I smiled back as I stared into those ocean blue eyes and I basically melted.

"Ummm hello you two" Daryl said

Oh right! Crap back to the real world. I looked at Daryl with raised eyebrows. "Yes?" He just rolls his eyes and he picks me up bridal style and starts walking. I look back over my shoulder at the boy with the sheriff's hat and he smiles and winks at me. I quickly turn and burry my head into Daryl's chest feeling my cheeks heat up. I hear Carl chuckle and I blush even harder.

"So where have you been for the past year" Daryl asks

Daryl always talking asking questions at the weirdest times.

"Here and there" I reply "Mostly running, I was in a group once but I don't really want to talk about that" I say with a sad smile and he just looks at me and nods his head.

"How about you and sheriff boy?" I ask referring to Carl and Carl just grins at me.

"We have a place, a prison not to far from here just a couple of minutes" Daryl replies

"Hmm interesting" I say to him

After about 15 minutes of walking Daryl grumbles and hands me (or throws me into Carl's arms) I blush and smile at him as he smiles back and winks at me. Daryl quick proceeds to shoot a rabbit that is sitting off in the distance and somehow didn't hear us.

Daryl walks over and picks it up and starts walking forward. Carl still grinning and carrying me follows him and about 5 minutes of pure humiliation, blushing and self judging we walk into a clearing and I see a prison. It honestly gives me hope to see the high fences and the big building and I can't helping thinking that maybe we can survive this. Just maybe. I look left as I hear commotion and see two people running and see the gate, a dark haired girl and a Korean guy. Daryl takes out the walkers in the way as we run to the gate as it opens and we run through before any walkers can get in.

"Daryl!" A voice yells "Who is this?!" The man who looked like Carl, same beautiful eyes, maybe his dad, yelled.

"Hey Rick its fine" he replied "She's my sister"

Everyone around us gasped and had surprised looks on their faces. The man called Rick just looked at me and then to Daryl.

"Even if she's your sister, she still needs to answer the questions" He said looking at me

I raised my eyebrows and gave him a look like ok, but in my head I was like bring it on dude!

"How many walkers have you have you killed?"

"As many as I needed to survive"

Everyone raised their eyebrows and I could hear someone whisper "She related to Daryl?"

"How many people have you killed?"

"3" I replied trying not to think of the horrible memories.

"Why?"

"They got bit, all of them, they asked me to" I said sadly "I'm not a killer I don't kill for no reason"

Rick looked at me with curious eyes and I looked right back at him. "She can stay" He said still looking at me "But if she does anything stupid, she's gone"

"Good thing I won't do anything stupid" I replied with a smart aleck look on my face. Daryl just grinned.

"Now I see it" Said that same person. I looked at her, she had short grayish hair and blue eyes.

"She needs to see Hershel, she fell and hurt her leg" Daryl said

The young girl with short brown hair and green eyes came up to me and looked at my leg. She motioned her head towards the prison and we walked up to courtyard and then into one of the buildings and into something that resembled an infirmary, just more dull. Carl set me down on the table and an old man, that I'm guess is the man they call Hershel, came in. I took off the shirt that Daryl had put on there and looked closely at it.

He looked at me and said "It's going to need stitches it's pretty deep, what did you gash it on?"

"A rock" I replied looking at him. Stitches was a regular thing for me when I was young I always got hurt, or he hurt me. So it wasn't the part where the stitches went in but came out. That always seemed to hurt wore for some reason.

"Alright" He said looking at me "Do you want something to bite down on or to hold?"

"No I will be fine" I said with a smile

"Alright" He said and turned around and busied himself with getting the things ready. He cleaned the needle and got the thread and turned towards me silently asking me if I was ready. And I nodded in reply. And he started. As the needle went in I winced but didn't make a noise. I couldn't watch and so I looked over at Carl he smiled a nervous smile at me and I smiled back looking into his blue blue eyes. Halfway I give into the sweet bliss of darkness and blacked out.