Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 02 -- Best (Wo)Man

"The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it."

Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

The next day I found out the other group came back hours before us and they didn't have much problem to get the stuff, at least not like us.

Michonne informed Rick on how the run went, told him pretty much everything, including how we escaped the supermarket. Rick was upset about it but he was really glad none of us perished back there.

As my mother said, almost everybody helped getting the supplies we got inside the prison, in the little room we use to keep the food and right now it was almost full and Hershel was going to show Rick and whoever else wanted to learn, how to plant the seeds the other group got and how to tend them.

And luckily Amanda didn't follow me around today, I woke up quite late and only went down to eat with Michonne and Daryl and then went back to my cell, I was extremely tired for what we did yesterday, my arms ached as crazy and I got a bruise on my back from when I hit the shelf when the walker attacked me but I was fine besides that.

"You were quite, uh, affectionate last night," Carl said with a smirk on his face. "Good night, Mr. Dixon!" he teased.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him, hitting him straight in the face but that didn't stop making me feel so embarrassed about the fact that Carl heard us and who knows who else heard. Carl grabbed the pillow and threw it back at me, hitting me in my back.

"I have a bruise there, damn it!" I exclaimed, glaring at Carl.

"What happened?"

"Got it while I was on that run, nothing important," I said, sitting up on my bed.

"Heard you got in a horrible situation yesterday, I'm glad you are okay," he told me, sitting in front of me on the bed. "Your mum was hysterical when Sasha added the part where a walker almost bit you, she asked my dad to never allow you to leave again."

"I can imagine," I said rolling my eyes.

"Are you still mad at her?"

"I don't even know," I admitted. "Are you still mad at your dad?"

"Not really," he said shrugging. "I still don't like having them here."

"It's just... weird," I agreed.

I heard footsteps so I raised my head a bit and saw Glenn by the door of my cell, I smiled at him and told him to come in, he never comes to my cell so I wondered what he could want.

"Can I borrow Cici for a few minutes?" Glenn asked Carl with a polite smile.

"Sure," Carl said, standing up. "It's going to be dinner time soon, anyway."

Carl left my cell and Glenn sat on my bed, taking Carl's place. I noticed he looked happy for once, there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there in so long, probably since the farm or even before that.

"What's up?" I asked him curiously.

"I don't know how to start," Glenn admitted, looking down at his hands. "It's about Maggie and me."

"What about it?"

"I proposed to her, you know that. We really didn't want a wedding, seems kind of ridiculous during these times but Maggie want us all reunited and we decided we will do a small simulation of a real wedding," Glenn told me with a shy smile and then I heard him chuckled. "Daryl even volunteered to get some alcohol to celebrate."