Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter XXX -- Cornered

"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving."

Albert Einstein

*Daryl's POV*

Ear-piercing screams were heard not far from where I was. I stood up quickly and rushed to a cell only two cells away from mine. I ran in and saw Cecilia tossing and kicking in her sleep, she was sweating and crying as she kept screaming incomprehensible words.

The rest of the group was outside getting rid of some of the walkers so they wouldn't ruin the last fence we had and if possible, try to fix the other fences. Hershel and Maggie were taking care of Teresa, Merle was locked up and Axel was resting, his wound was quite nasty. So, it was just me who rushed in here.

"Cecilia!" I said loudly as I put my hands on top of her shoulders and shook her, gently at first. "Cecilia, Cecilia! Goddamn it Peletier!"

She wouldn't wake up, she just kicked even more and tried to hit me so I grabbed her wrists to stop her from hitting me and then shook her quite harshly now until I saw her opening those light, gorgeous blue eyes of hers, but filled with fear and sorrow this time. She sat up quickly, still being really shaken up, she crawled away from me.

"It's okay, it's okay," I said softly, my hands were still on her shoulders. "It's alright, it was just a bad dream. It's okay."

She blinked and looked down at the floor, panting. She grabbed the end of her shirt to run over her face to dry the sweat and the tears and I noticed she had some faint abs muscles showing on her flat stomach, which was incredibly sexy but this was not the time to be noticing that kind of stuff.

"I dreamt Teresa died over and over again," she muttered to me, with a hand over her chest. "It was horrible."

I knelt in front of her so I could look at her since she was refusing to look up at me, tears were still in her eyes and drops of sweats kept running down her forehead. She tried to dry her face once again before looking back at me, but her face didn't stay dry for long, she kept sweating.

"It was just a dream," I repeated. "She's still here. She's a fighter."

Hershel, Carol, Maggie and Sean had been trying hard to keep her alive. She lost so much blood and her heartbeat was dangerously low and she wasn't able to breathe without help but I wasn't going to tell Cecilia that now.

"Want some water?" I asked her, she nodded at me. The tears had stopped by now but the sweat hadn't. "You should probably change that shirt."

She was wearing a grey shirt that showed wet patches all over it, mostly around the neck. She didn't even react to my words, she still had an empty look on her eyes and she was still slightly shaking but that had almost stopped by now.

I sighed, knowing what I had to do. I stood up, grabbed her two hands that were extremely cold and pulled her up to her feet as slowly as I could manage, I quickly rubbed her two arms with my hands to warm her up, her arms were just as cold as her hands.

"I'll change your shirt, you can't stay like that," I informed her so I wouldn't freak her out by me taking off her shirt.

I grabbed a dry, clean shirt from her bag, walked back to her, put the shirt in between my legs while I grabbed the tips of the sides of the shirt she was wearing and slowly pulled it up, she slowly lifted her arms just before I got the shirt over her head and threw it to a corner as she let her arms drop to her sides.

I tried really hard to not look at her stunning body, at her black bra or at the faint freckles she had just under her prominent collarbones and on her shoulders. I grabbed the clean shirt from in between my legs and this time I quickly put it on her.