Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 51

Melinda's POV

A light touch to my shoulder wakes me from my deep slumber. My eyes fling open on contact, and instinctively I reach for my knife on my side when a voice stops me.

"I'm just trying to change yer bandages." He says softly. I stare into his light blues, but his eyes never meet mine. The light from the morning sun shines on his face, making him squint slightly.

"I took this jacket off so I could get to yer arm easier. I don't even know why ye still have this thing, it's filthy and it smells bad." He mumbles. I lightly sniff the corner of it where the shoulder lays. It smelt like blood and walker guts.

"I like it." I whisper. "The jacket, not the smell." I awkwardly add. He finally looks up from the floor to meet my gaze.

"Can ye just take it off for a minute?" He tugs at the sleeve. I nod my head and remove the sleeve from my left arm, giving him full access to the wound.

He begins to untuck the bandage and unroll it from my skin. I began to see my wound clearly for the first time. Each layer he removed, the worse it looked.

Dried blood layered in the dip of the gash. My skin was tore in multiple places. The muscle in my arm was very prominent. And to make matters worse, it smelled of death.

"Good God." I whisper. I curl my fingers in and out, watching the muscle flex and loosen with every move.

"It looks better than it did a few days ago." I found what he said hard to believe. It couldn't get worse than this. This was atrocious.

He pulled out the alcohol once again and dumped it along my skin. It didn't burn nearly as bad as it did last night, but the pain was not null.

"You know, we're alone again." An unsettling feeling came over me as I thought of our beginning situation.

"It won't hurt us." He blows at my skin, resulting in a cool refreshing feeling. I again begin to think of the events that took place yesterday morning as he wraps my arm.

Should I tell him?

There was nothing stopping me now. No feeling of doubt. No worries. No confusion.

But I couldn't open my mouth to say what I had been wanting to. My tongue was tied in a knot as I think of the possible outcomes.

He stands to his feet without a word and begins to stalk to the door.

"Daryl wait." I spring for the bottom of the bed and I grab his hand before he can step out of reach. He stops in mid step, but keeps his eyes forward.

"I uh," his hand was smooth in mine. I couldn't concentrate on my words. "You should get some sleep before we have to leave. I can take watch." I change my mind.

"No. We should leave now before they come to find us." His voice drifts off. And before I know it, his hand slips out of mine and he walks out the bedroom door.

"Fucking idiot." I scold myself. I roughly rub my face. I sigh before standing from the bed and grabbing my things.

I could fully walk now, my legs having no effect on me at all. Other than my arm, there seemed to be nothing wrong with me or my mental state.

I walk onto the front porch to see him leaning against the handrail. He looked down at his hands in boredom, or pain, I couldn't tell the difference at the moment.

"Where are we off to?" I sling my crossbow off my shoulder and hold it in my dirty hands. I place a smile on my face when he looks at me.

"Away from the Claimers, and just to be safe, the Governor." He took the lead as he bounces down the stairs in front of me. "I still got that tent, so we can walk until night fall, then set it up." I nod my head in agreement.

We walk about a mile before either of us even acknowledge the others presence. It was filled with silent wording as we make hard eye contact. His stare made my knees weak. His eyes made me want to spill everything out. He made me want to kiss his soft lips.

As if he read my mind he turns away. He takes longer strides, getting in front of me once again.

I mentally punch myself when I realize that this journey is going to be one like no other with him.

A/N

This probably sucked. But I figured a small update is better than no update.

But she grabbed his hand. Some contact is better than no contact. The tension between them is driving me crazy. Ugh

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-Melinda