Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 48

Melinda's POV

The sounds of yelling woke me up the next morning. I cracked my eyelids open, being able to see what was in front of me with a blurry film.

Two men were standing together, the proximity of their body's were hard to tell. It all looked like one man.

My eyes began to focus in. Each blurry blotch was becoming more clear by the second. But as my vision because more clear, so did the danger.

Ahead of me, one of the claimers I had remembered as Frank held Daryl with a sharp blade to his throat. The knife bearer screamed in protest to the other men.

"No!" I scream. I begin to climb to my feet, but all attempts fail as my legs crumble under me. But I begin to quickly crawl over to where Daryl and the man stood.

"Mel stop!" Daryl holds out a hand to stop me from moving, but that doesn't stop me. Two hands fastening to my shoulders is what breaks my movements.

"Don't hurt him!" I scream. Daryl still holds his hands up, his eyes don't leave mine.

"This isn't right! Rules are rules!" Frank bellows at his group leader.

"This is an exception." Joe answers calmly from behind. His hold didn't loosen from my shoulders.

"If I can't have her, then no one can!" The knife tightens in his hand and presses more into Daryl's throat.

"Dear god stop it!" I yell in panic. I thrash in joes arms, no matter how tired I was getting.

"She's mine Joe, and we both know it." His wide and crazy eyes look down at me. "I was the one that claimed her. And I want her." He said much calmer.

"So I'm getting her." He whispers. His grip on the knife tightens impossibly tighter. He brings the tip of the knife to the edge of Daryl's throat and smiles.

"Take me!" I blurt out in panic. He slightly pulls the knife away from Daryl's throat. "Just take me. But, please, don't do anything to him."

"No!" Daryl try's to protest.

"Shut up Daryl!" I quiet him. "Let him go." I whisper to the deranged man.

He laughs in achievement before harshly pushing Daryl's body to the side. His knife falls to the ground before he saunters over to me.

He grabs onto my arm and jerks me up from the forest floor. He pulls me to his body before turning back to Daryl.

"Oh, and if you come near her, I won't hesitate to burry a bullet in your head." He threatens.

Daryl's eyes held fury as he looked between the two of us. His fist clenched by his sides, and his face was mad with protest.

You could tell he wanted to say something, but his mouth stayed shut at what the claimer had said.

It was too late to take anything I had said back, but even if I could, I wouldn't. I was saving a life. Even if it wasn't my own.

"Let's go honey." I cringe at the way he's so close. I cringe at the way his warm breath hits my ear. I cringe at the way he holds me up.

And I'm sure Daryl saw that.

Frank grabbed ahold of one of my arms and pulled it around his shoulders, allowing me to be able to walk with him.

I had half a mind to grab my knife and plunge it into his hard skull. But I realized that would cause more trouble than there already was.

So to the best of my abilities, I walked. I walked to where he had his things laying for away by an oak tree.

By his demanding nature, and secluded being, I could tell this was no man I wanted to stay near. The way things are now had changed him into something terrible, and I didn't want to be a part of that.

"Frank!" Someone had yelled from behind us. My heart jumped at the thought of someone protesting against this arrangement. The both of us turned to look at who had called his name.

"What?" Frank said wearily. The man I had still yet to know looked between the two of us for a moment before speaking.

"Joe said since she can walk that it's time to get going." My heart sunk at the news he had brought to me. While I had brought this upon myself, I was hoping someone would argue with my choosing.

"Alright. Be ready in a second." Frank turned before the other man could respond. "Alright sweet cheeks, I gotta get my stuff. Stay right here."

Before I could protest on him leaving my side, he let my arm go, and with that my legs crumbled under me and I fell to the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He looked down at me in anger.

"I'm still weak from the bite." I try to defend myself. "And you need to change my bandages before it gets infected." I add in.

"I don't need to do anything." He says lowly while getting down to my hight. "I don't really want you. I just couldn't stand to see you with him." Then he stands to full hight and goes to grab his things.

I stare at him in astonishment. The fact that he wanted to break up a happy "marriage" just for the hell of it shows the delusional side in him. And I'd have to admit, that scared the hell out of me.

"Let's go." He growled. He reaches down and forcefully grabs my upper arm, then pulls me up so I'm standing with him.

When he starts to walk, it's much faster than what I can keep up with. Causing me to trip up and fall every now and then. The other men behind us snickered at my struggle, but made no attempts to help.

It went on like this for hours. No matter how many times I had ask for a break, we had none. I ask for my bandages to be changed, it didn't happen. No food or water was provided to anyone that day. We just kept walking and walking.

The first snowflake falls from the sky and I look at it in awe. It was obviously cold enough for the snow to fall, but I couldn't tell if it was cold enough to stick to the ground yet.

Too distracted by the snow flake, my footing slips, and I fall to the ground with a hard thud, smacking my head on the ground in the process.

"Mel." Daryl's by my side in an instant.

A click is heard directly beside me and everyone goes still. To my left, Frank holds a gun with Daryl in his sights.

"I told you not to come near her." He gritted.

And in that instant, I knew things weren't going to end smoothly.

A/N

Okay this did not go the way I wanted it too. The writing sucks, but I'm trying to build up to what I want to write next. I'm super excited for it and I'm sure from then on I'm going to have even more fun writing this book. (Not that I don't now.)

But please comment on this line and tell me what you think is going to happen next.

-Melinda