Fallen Angel (Daryl Dixon)

Go Home

It was over. This was my last day of freedom, and he would make me suffer for some time before he was finished with me.

I heard a hush in my ear, then a deep, rough voice.

"Don't move."

It couldn't be Negan. There was no fear being in this man's arms. As soon as the saviors passed. I slowly turned and saw his face... Daryl.

He grabbed my hand..

"We gotta go, now."

He pulled me up, grabbing my things. I could see Rick further back by a waiting car. Daryl opened the back door and pulled me in the back seat.

Rick took off, throwing me back against the seat. Once we were on our way, Daryl climbed up front, and then he turned facing me. I saw worry in his eyes this time.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

I looked at Daryl stunned by his sudden outburst.

It was hard to speak, "I...I thought it would be best if I left."

"Best for who?" That stare I couldn't break it.

Rick looked in the rear view mirror. He could tell I was uncomfortable.

"Well, girl," he wouldn't let it go.

"BEST FOR YOU." My voice became hoarse, my skin felt clammy, and my stomach felt strange.

The car went silent, and not a word was spoken the rest of the drive. I stared out the window, trying not to make eye contact with Daryl. My heart ached, and I felt something warm running down my stomach. I looked down at my shirt it was soaked with blood. The cut, I had forgotten about it. No wonder I felt sick and weak. I must have lost a lot of blood through the night.

By the time we returned to Alexandria, I could barely get out of the car. I fell out, and Daryl grabbed me.

"I'm fine." I yelled, shoving him back.

"No, you're not." He tried to hold onto me, but I pulled back.

A wave of heat flushed through my body, and then there was a chill. My body shook, making my knees buckle, and then I felt myself begin to fall. Daryl caught me on the way down, pulling me up and taking me to the infirmary.

"What happened?" Tara was sitting at a desk when Daryl ran through the door. Her eyes were big and curious as he laid me on a table.

Rick came in behind, running over to my lifeless body, ripping my shirt open.

"Was she bit?"

Tara looked over the wound, "No, it's a cut; a very deep cut."

Daryl examined it, "She needs to be sewn up."

"I can do it. Just give me some space."

They both looked at Tara.

"I know how don't worry, Denise, showed me; just go."

Daryl paced the porch outside as Tara did what she could do to stop the bleeding. When she was finished, Daryl met her at the door.

He bit his bottom lip, a nervous tic he had since he was a child.

"How is she?" his voice broke as he spoke.

Tara looked defeated she wasn't fully trained for such a feat, but she did what she could from what Denise had shown her. There was so much blood loss that it was hard to say if I would pull through.

She looked into Daryl's blue eyes, not knowing if she should tell him the truth. He would see right through her. She knew he would.

"I don't know, Daryl, only time will tell."