Rock Bottom (Daryl Dixon/ TWD)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Sometimes I wonder if the world we've got now, is worth fighting for?

My mind often wonders to often. Then I look at Daryl and think to myself 'I'm ready for war' that's what love is right? When you refuse to believe the others flaws, all you can see is them. There flaws that make them so beautiful and unique.

My throat was raw and sore, my eyes itchy and my vision blurry. The room refused to stop spinning beneath me feet.

My quivering body started to crumble to the filthy ground beneath my feet, but the the soft thud and pain of the floor never arrived, I found my sweaty body in the strong grip of Daryl's arms.

The only sound I could hear was that of Daryl's boots hitting the ground as he ran to Hershel's cell. My eyes threatened to roll back in my head and my brain begged me to give in to the sleep that screeched for me to run to it.

I could hardly hear there rushed speaking, all the voices seemed to blur together in a mess of sounds and awful feelings. My eyes finally forced me into a kind of sleeping state.

My body shook from the cold that nipped at my exposed arms, and my dry eyes fluttered open cautiously. Daryl's gruff face leaned over the uncomfortable cot.

A steaming cup of what looked like herbal tea was shoved into my face. "Drink this Piper, it'll bring the fever down." I obeyed Hershel's orders silently.

I gave a Daryl a glance, but did a double take when I saw a small, bruise on his face. "What happened?!" I said choking slightly on my tea.

"Rick wanted to put you in quarantine, I wasn't let him take you from me." He said shamefully.

Maybe Daryl didn't notice, but Rick was one of his best friends and they must've had a bit of a scuffle over me. Least to say, I felt extremely guilty.

"Maybe I should?..." I asked cautiously. Daryl's hard eyes snapped towards me.

"Absolutely not! There's a few of us going in a run for supplies at a vets office, we should find some antibiotics there, we can save you! Piper." He all but shouted.

I nodded slowly. "Okay, but please stay safe." My voice cracked half way through my words. I gripped his large hand and blew him a kiss, I wasn't going to risk him getting sick to, the group actually needed him.

"Always, Piper." He returned the air blown kiss and smiled softly before leaving the medical cell, closing the filthy white curtain behind him. The last sound I heard from him was that of his black boots scuffing along the dusty prison floors.

Maybe it was the way that he never said goodbye, not really, or maybe it was the way he always walked away like he would see me sooner that I realized, but whatever it was, I knew Daryl would come back in time to save plenty of sick people.

The tea helped a little bit, and I was no longer sweating at the same time as being freezing cold, but I felt weak, as though I didn't have much fight left in me.

I had come this far, what's stopping me from ending my battle here? A tall, mysterious man with a crossbow and a soft spot for a girl he found in the woods one crisp fall day.