Pain soared through Sage as her eyes began to flutter open. There were various mumbles and curses shared through the room. All of the voices were new, except for one of them, and that voice was the voice from the woods.
"Shit man, quiet the fuck down," Sage groaned.
"You were right Daryl, Dynamite does have a mouth on her" a male voice spoke.
"Shut up."
"I agree with her, in less harsh terms. She needs silence because of her injuries," an older voice spoke. Sage was confused.
"Injuries?" Sage glanced down at herself and noticed she was completely covered, no clothes and changed. If he wasn't talking about her self harm, then what was he talking about?
"Just by the touch, it's obvious your body temperature is higher than it should be, and from what Daryl told us, you're body is shutting down from the lack of sleep, food, and water," the voice spoke again.
"So Dynamite, Daryl said you were looking for a girl name 'Lizzie,' what does she look like?" A Korean male said. Sage tried with everything she had to sit up.
"We're gonna go, but someone is going to be with you at all time," a rough voice forced out. "Daryl, you stay for now."
"The hell I will," the husky voice from the woods protested.
"You'll be replaced soon." With that, everyone walked out, leaving Daryl in a state of mumbling every curse word.
"Hey, this isn't daisies and sunshine for me either, but ya gotta suck it up and sit your ass down," Sage grumbled, her voice scratchy.
"Yeah, 'suck it up,' says the one who gave in to herself."
"Shut up asshole." She slowly made her way to a sitting position before pointing her fingers at the male. "You don't know the half of what I've been through. With you and your dumb ass self yanking me back. Fuck you redneck. Why did you try to save me?" Her words painted themselves into Daryl's canvass of curiosity.
"You looked tough, but now you're just a pain in my ass Dynamite."
"Don't call me that, I have a name, asshole."
"Yeah, so do I Dynamite. Name yours."
"Sage Jackson."
"Daryl Dixon." After their names were spoken, they continued their stupid arguments over anything and everything, until dizziness began to set into Sage. Dale came in, telling her to lay down and rest, giving her some water. She downed the glass and laid down.
"Fuck you Dixon," Sage muttered as Daryl began to leave the room.
"Fuck you too Jackson," he grunted on his way out. Daryl, even if he didn't show it, did care a small amount for the girl. He knew they shared similar stories, but he wasn't about to let her win.
Sage hated the fact that she already felt like she could trust the redneck she was just fighting with. She knew, even if they never shared details about their past, that their pasts were similar.
As Sage began to drift off into sleep, images of her brother and Lizzie began to haunt her mind, writing a permanent story in her mind.
(A/N) I know this part is quite shitty, but I have been under extreme stress and pressure lately, and I quickly did this. Next chapter will be better, I promise.
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Deviant Dynamite (ON HOLD)
FanfictionSage and Dan Jackson are two siblings that somehow stuck together through the apocalypse, until one day. Dan went out for a run while Sage stayed to watch a little girl named Lizzie, who they adopted through the apocalypse. When Dan doesn't return...