Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 50

Melinda's POV

I sit on the porch for hours. Just replaying the words he said to me over and over again in my head.

Do you have any idea what it's like to love someone who will never love you back?

And until he screamed those three words to me, I did. I knew what it was like to love him and not think he felt the same. I knew what it was like to look at him and feel so passionate, but the moment soon die due to the unknown. I knew what he felt because I felt the same for so long.

I knew back when we were staying at the farm, I had only said it to myself aloud when I was being held captive with Merle sitting opposite of me. But in no way did my feelings change from that day till now.

A sudden pain struck me when I thought about how Daryl must feel right now. He just wandered aimlessly in the woods. Having his thoughts swirl around him in a cloud, blocking his vision from anything else.

Thoughts like those are the most dangerous.

He's consumed with the confusion. And taken over by the fear, and shame. He's being drown much like I am right now.

A sharp breeze flys past me and I shiver. Once looking down I notice nothing on my arms but my bandaging. I must have been too driven by my adrenaline to actually feel the bitter cold seeping into my body.

With help from the railing, I stand to my feet. It was much easier to walk, meaning I was healing quite nicely.

I walk over to the wide open door, noticing the only thing Daryl had broken off of it was a few splinters of wood. I make sure the door latches behind me before walking over to the recently killed walker in a far doorway.

I stare at its mingled face for a mere second before looking away in disgust. I grab at its ankles, pulling it to the door I had just closed. I swing the door open and drag the body to the end of the porch, then lifting it to the best of my abilities and pushing it over into the dry grass.

I wipe my hands on my pants before going back into the small shack. It was at least ten degrees colder in the small building than it was outside, causing me to shiver violently.

I trek over to where my bag was, and begin to dig through its contents. The first aid kit that I was in need of sat at the bottom. A few articles of clothing I'd never seen before sat over top of the kit. But lastly, was Daryl's jacket he had given to me when the farm got invaded.

I pull the grungy fabric from the bag and examine it. The color it once was was now a shade darker due to dirt and sweat. My eyes travel down the left side of the jacket and a frown is placed on my face. Blood stains the fabric, while a huge hole is taken out of the lower half of the sleeve.

I stop looking at it shortly. Still too shook up by what had happened, even if I couldn't remember most of it. Instead I slip the article over my arms and zip it up.

While it was still cold in the room, the jacket provided a sense of comfort. The soft fabric rubbing against my skin was almost like his hands. How it engulfed my body, was almost like getting a hug from him.

I sigh once I see the sun starting to set. He still hasn't come back to me yet.

To keep my mind off of the situation in hand, I began to rummage through the cabinets in the kitchen. But the more I looked the more disappointed I got. I searched through all of the shelves and only found one can of anything edible.

The sun was at its lowest now. Little light came through the dusty windows, but I preferred it like that.

I grab the first aid kit from my bag and sit at the far end of the sofa that sat in the living room area. Dust flys up from the cushion as I sit down.

I grab the alcohol and the bandage wrap from the clear box, laying it beside me. I grab ahold of the wrap on my arm and gently start to remove the white cloth. As I remove more layers, the fabric becomes more yellow, due to puss and possibly even infection.

I pop open the alcohol container and squirt its contents on my exposed skin. It burns like hell as it slightly bubbles and turns into a whitish color. After waiting for it to soak a few minutes, I grab the bandage, having immediate difficulties.

As I grab onto the end of the cloth, the rest of the roll goes tumbling off my lap and rolls across the dirty floor.

"Son of a bitch." I mutter. I stand and retrieve the now unsanitary bandages. I try to find more in the aid kit, and even in my bag, but none was found.

"Dammit Daryl! Why do you have to be so stubborn?" I scream. I growl in frustration before blowing at the fabric, trying I remove the dirt and dust the best I can.

I sit back down once done and lay my arm out flat. I begin to wrap the white gauze around my arm, layer after layer, until it's covered and out of the dirty air.

I grab my crossbow that randomly sits in the floor, and lean back in the couch. I stare at the door expecting him to come in at any moment. But my expectations are cut short as he doesn't come.

My head leans back in exhaustion, my eyes closing too. I begin to dose off when I hear foot steps. My body stiffens in fear as I lift my crossbow to the door. The door knob jiggles before it cracks open. My finger holds firmly on the trigger of my bow as I wait for the door to open completely.

"It's just me." Daryl's voice rings as he steps from the shadows. It was completely dark but my eyes had become used to that, resulting in me seeing his silhouette.

"Sorry." I mumble and lower my crossbow back into my lap. 

"Ye didn't have to stay up." He mumbles. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to me.

"Well I didn't know when you'd be back, or where you went. I wanted to wait for you." I whisper. He doesn't look at me when we talk.

"Well ye can go to sleep now." He slouches in his seat trying to get comfortable. He clears his throat awkwardly. I wait a few moments, contemplating if I should bring up the touchy subject or not.

"Are we just going to look over what happened this morning?" I say quietly. I was scared for his answer. What if he did want to talk about it, then what was I going to say? And if he didn't? I probably had too much to say then.

"Yeah. We are." He dismisses while playing with his fingers. I think about telling him everything. I think about telling him how I feel, how long I've felt like this. I think about telling him how much I want to be with him, and to hold him. To be his other half. It probably wouldn't lead to the ending of romance novels, but I still thought about it.

But I chose against telling him anything. Instead I respect his wishes.

"Okay." I state painfully. "Goodnight Daryl."

I then stand up and forcefully make myself walk to the back bedroom. To walk away from the man I feel so deeply for.

A/N

Okay I know a lot didn't happen but...

Do you think Daryl regrets telling her everything? What do you think Mel is going to do about this?

-Melinda