She's A Fighter

Chapter 5.

I followed everyone else, and stood by the RV. Rick, and Shane, were carrying a body it was all bloody, and wasn't moving. I got scared, 'Why are they carrying a walkers body?' I thought. Then they got closer, and I realized the body, to be Daryl. I gasped in horror, and started breaking down. Tears were flowing from, my eyes, as they dragged Daryl into the house. I waited outside, his room silently crying. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Rick. "Your eyes are all swollen." he said, sitting down next to me. "He'll be fine, if I know anyone who could easily survive this, it's Daryl." He reassured me, giving me a hug. "He brought back a young girl's doll, you didn't know this but, a 12 year old girl in our group went missing. That's why Daryl was out there. He got hurt trying to find a little girl. Your lucky, Daryl doesn't really, say..." I interrupted, "Sweetheart, yeah I know, Glenn told me."

We sat there for a few minutes, then the door opened. I could see Hershal's silhouette. I got up quickly, and walked into the room to see, Daryl topless. My mind went blank, until Rick took a seat by Daryl. I snapped out of it, and took a seat close to Daryl. He lowered his hand, to mine, and tried to take it. I took his hand, and grasped it tightly. Rick, and Daryl talked a bit about where Daryl found the doll, then Rick left. I placed my forehead on his arm, I could feel his muscles tighten, that's when I felt safe.

I started crying, on his arm. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me, and looked up. There was Daryl, looking at me with sad eyes. He tried to sit up, but I stopped him, making sure he wouldn't get hurt anymore than he already was. "Why are you crying darlin?" he asked looking, straight into my eyes. "Why did that guy kiss you? Are you two a thing?" He asked, with a pained voice. "No, he asked me to be his but I didn't say anything." I whispered. Daryl brought me closer, to his chest. Our lips were less then, an inch apart. He got closer, and I could feel his soft lips, press against mine. When our lips seperated, we both chuckled a bit.

I layed next to him for most of the day. "This is my brother, Max." I said, pointing to Max, in the picture I was holding. "My parents beat me, so I never really wanted any photos of them." I continued. He lightly kissed my forehead. I smiled, and blushed, happily, as I fell asleep right next to him.