Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Sixty Three.

Daryl;

I leant down and pressed a light kiss to Sarah's forehead before turning to head for the door.

"Where are you going?"

I glanced back to see that she hadn't even opened her eyes, "Goin' for a ride."

"By going for a ride, do you really mean going after Dwight?" she asked and I sighed, giving her the answer she needed to hear, "You can't."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's stupid."

"Ye' think I'm stupid?"

She finally opened her eyes and sat up, my eyes momentarily glancing down at her practically naked body before meeting hers again, "I don't think you're stupid. I think that what you're thinking of doing is stupid."

I said nothing and turned the door, hearing her moving and seconds later, I felt her hand on my wrist.

"You're upset," she whispered, "No, you are pissed and I get that. I do but going after him i-"

"He shot her," I said, spinning around to face her, "With my arrows. Mine. And he was going to shoot you."

"You couldn't possibly know that," she said gently.

"I do," I growled, "He was gonna shoot ye' 'cause I told him tha' day in the woods, before he took my shit. I told him tha' you were the only thing tha' could tear me down. You are my weakness. My one weakness."

"Bu-"

"No," I interrupted her, "No. He tried to kill you. My wife and tha's why I'm gonna kill him."

"He...he was trying to kill me," she stuttered, "Oh my god."

I stumbled back as she threw her arms around my neck.

"She...he...he could have shot you!" she rambled and my anger disappeared slightly, only to be replaced by concern at how emotional she suddenly got. "Don't do this," she begged, "Don't go looking for him!"

I shook my head, reaching out to swipe one of her tears away with my thumb, "I gotta, Freckles. I just gotta."

With that, I pressed my lips against her forehead again before finally going for the bedroom door.

**

Sarah;

I sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh as the door slammed shut behind him. I would go after him in a minute but first, there was something I had to do.

Rifling through my drawer, I felt around for the rectangular box I was looking for, making my way towards the bathroom when I found it.

"Okay," I whispered, pulling out the white stick along with the leaflet that came with it, my eyes skimming the instructions before I dropped them on the floor.

How hard could it be to pee on a stick?

Slowly and carefully as to not get it on my hands, I done my business, placing the cover back on the stick and put it down on the counter beside the sink, where I chose to leave it while I went to try and stop Daryl.

Just as I arrived at the gates, I saw him riding out and I called his name to try and get him to stop but over the noise of his bike, there was no way he'd hear me.

"Where is he going?" Glenn asked, coming to stand beside me, "Wait, no..."

"Yeah," he breathed, "He's going after Dwight?"

"Why the hell would he be doing that?"

"He thinks Dwight was aiming for me but hit Denise instead." I informed but gave him a weak smile, "Don't panic though because I am going after him."

"No," he said firmly, "No, it's too dangerous. I'll go."

"Glenn," I began but he had already turned around I caught his wrist, "Please be careful."

"I will," he promised, "And Sarah, I will bring him back."

I quickly pulled him into a tight hug and whispered a thank you in his ear.

"We're coming too," Rosita said as she and Michonne came to stand us, "Because I think I know where he's going."

Minutes later, I watched as they too took off out of the community and I let out a small breath.

They'd bring him back.

"Sarah?"

I looked to my right to see Maggie standing there and I gave her a weak smile.

"Where are they going?"

"They're...they're following Daryl." I said quietly, "He went out to find Dwight."

"He's gonna get himself killed one of these days," she informed me, "I'm sure that you don't want to hear that but he will. If he keeps being so reckless, he's gonna do something stupid."

I nodded, showing my complete agreement, "I know that. I...he's just so angry all the time and I don't know what to do about it. How to help him."

She gave me a one armed hug and began leading me towards the armoury, "To keep your mind off it, you can help me. I'm going to plant some guns all around the community so if we get attacked, we'll know that we have weapons for it."

"Okay," I whispered, knowing that she was right. If we were going to be attacked, we had to be ready.

**

A couple of hours later, they still weren't back and I was sitting at the counter in the kitchen eating some berries and reading a book when there was a frantic knock at the door.

"Enid?" I murmured when I pulled the door open, noticing the frantic look on her face, "Wha-"

"It's Maggie," she said quickly, "I was cutting her hair and when I was done, she was looking at it in the mirror and then she collapsed. She was screaming and everything and I've left her there on her own. Sarah, please you've gotta come!"

The two of us ran across the street but I changed course to run in the direction of Rick's house, running through the door without knocking, "Rick? Rick are you home?"

"He's at the armoury. Why, what's wrong?" Carl asked, his head appearing around the door of the kitchen.

"Go get him," I instructed, "Get him and tell him it's Maggie."

"What's wrong with her?" I heard him call as I ran back out the door.

"Just get him!"