Daryl was gone when I woke up that morning.
“Bastard” I muttered when I realized he had promised I could go next time. I sat up slowly and ruffled my messy hair before throwing it into a ponytail before slipping on a jacket, grabbing my knife and wandering down to where everyone else sat.
Throughout that day, I was mostly bored, just doing washing and cleaning or cooking with Carol who was still worrying about Sophia.
Hershel was nice enough to let me ride one of the horses –that hadn't been 'borrowed' by Daryl- around the field space on his land. I had always been fond of riding, I went a lot when I was younger with my siblings, and it was my mom who taught me how to ride.
It was a fun few hours but eventually, I let the horse rest after giving her a brush down and putting her back into her stall.
When I walked away from the stables I saw Andrea positioning herself on top of the RV to shoot and that’s when I noticed everyone else running out towards what looked to be a walker, but from this distance, I wasn’t sure. A gun fire went off and the figure dropped to the ground. I heard Rick shout and that’s when I realized it wasn’t a walker.
I ran out to them as fast as my legs could go, to find out it was Daryl that had been shot.
“Is he okay?” I panicked, tears rising in my eyes.
“Unconscious, it was just a graze” Rick informed.
We took him back into the house and luckily Hershel fixed him up. Until Daryl was conscious, I sat at the foot of the bed waiting, reading a book Dale lent me whilst I did.
I felt someone nudge me and I woke up to Daryl leaning over the bed to me in the chair I had moved to when I got tired.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Fine. But are you okay?”
“It hurts a bit….but I’ll be fine” He said.
I nodded.
“Well, are you hungry?” I asked.
“A little”
“I’ll go get us both something to eat, I’ll be right back” I stood up and left the room heading towards the kitchen where everyone was cleaning up their plates.
“I got you and Daryl some food before all the good bits went” Carol said with a smile.
“Oh, thanks Carol, I’ll take it to him now” I replied, also smiling.
She handed me the two plates which I carried back to Daryl’s room.
“Here, I’ll put in on the side table” I told him as I placed it down.
He shifted around probably wanting to sit up. After placing my plate down as well as his, I stepped forward to help him; re-positioning the pillow to make him more comfortable and then reached over to the plate, setting it on his lap.
“There” I smiled.
“Thanks” He mumbled.
I nodded slightly before seating myself.
“So, how was your search? Anything?” I asked making small talk.
“Her doll. Did anyone pick it up?”
“I think T-Dog may have done…I was more focused on getting you into the house to Hershel if I’m honest….what happened out there?” I took another bite of my food and listened to him talk.
“…And then my arrow got stuck in my side, I woke up to a geek biting at my shoe, another one came outta the bushes but I killed them-”
“And cut off their ears for a necklace” I added.
