Guardian Angel (Daryl Dixon)

Daddy Issues

*One Month Later*

"Mom?" I called down the long white hallway. Doctors were scrambling into the room the nurse had told me to go to. My mom was suppose to pick me up from school, but she never showed. My friend Toris grandma had to pick me up and after a hushed phone conversation with my father, she dropped me off here. I peeked into room 113 and my mother lay on the white bed covered in blood, her face was bruised, and her eyes shut. My five year old self starts to sobb, why was my mommy laying here?

"Mommy?" I cried running in between the doctors to hold my mothers hand. She turned to me, her eyes barely opening but she whispered loud enough for only me and the doctors to hear.

"I love you baby. Stay strong." Then the beeping started and more people scrambled in pushing me out. My father ran up the hallway and pushed me aside to see into the room. His face was pale and he was shaking.

"This is your fault!" He suddenly shouted slapping me across the face.

"Sam!" My father shook me trying to hurt me again, I fought against his strong arms but they were to much.

No!" Tears were falling from my face as I tried harder to get away from the man that had caused me so much pain.

"Sam its me, it's Daryl." With that I came to my senses and calmed down, I looked up at Daryl threw my tears. He frowned and pulled me up towards him so I was sitting in his lap. I cried into his shoulder and he held me like I was the most fragile thing on the planet. He obviously wasn't used to hugging people but neither was I.

When I finally calmed down I pulled away from Daryl and he stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"You keep this up people are gonna think you have a soft spot for me." I joked rubbing my face with my hands.

"What happened?" He went straight to the point making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Do I tell him the secret I've never told another living soul? My fathers dead, so he can't hurt me. Not anymore.

"Nightmare." My reply was simple, I could tell he knew I was lying.

"Keep that up and you're sleeping with Merle, he has night terrors too."

My eyes widened at the thought of laying next to Merle, Daryl didn't say anything but lay back down and turned away from me. I sighed and laid back down to, "My dad used to beat me, I was having a nightmare about that." I confessed, but instantly felt stupid and vulnerable. Daryl didn't sit up but he lay on his back next to me and sighed, I felt his hand creep up on mine and then lay on top of my small hand. We both lay on our backs in silence, I couldn't understand why he was being so nice when he's always so hostile and closed off. I wasn't used to this, laying with someone like this, hell even confessing my past to someone. I never actually told anyone out loud that my father was a monster. Plenty of people knew though, they had to. I'd come to school with bruises, even ended up in the hosbital a few times. No one ever tried to help me, no one ever came to my rescue. I figured out at a young age that fairy tales and prince charming was a load of bull shit. So the second I turned seventeen I left and never looked back, the last time I saw my father in a decade was when he was a walker.

"I knew you went through somethin like that." Daryl finally said, his sudden outburst made me jump a little.

"What do you mean?" I took my hand away from him and turned on my side to face him. He was so handsome, even from a side view. Quickly shaking the thought from my mind I listened to what he had to say.

"The day I saved ya, you looked off in the distance and somethin flashed across yer face, somethin dark and awful. I figured you were abused or somethin."

I frowned, was I that easy to read?

"I'm pretty good at readin people." He said as if reading my mind, he must have saw the strange look on my face. I fell asleep soon after, "Don't tell anyone okay? You're the only person I've ever told." My sleepy self whispered. Daryls hand somehow found its way on the top of mine again before I fully fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with out Daryl laying next me. That had become pretty normal though, he liked to hunt early in the morning, thoughts of last night filled my mind and I smiled to myself. I braided my hair to the side, changed into a pair of black pants, white t -shirt, and pulled on my combat boots. I was up and ready to go, I made my way down to our little water hole and started to wash my face when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Heard ya got some daddy issues?" A thick southern accent asked me, It was the same sound that Daryls voice made. His was sexy and rough, unlike Merles.

"Excuse me?" I stood up and turned to face him, he had a tendency to get under my skin a lot. Daryl was there last time to break up our little fight, but he was no where around this time.

"Oh my daddy used to beat me! Hold me Daryl I'm scared!" He mocked me in a high pitch girly voice that sounded nothing like me, at least I hoped.

"Shut up." I can't believe I was stupid enough to tell Daryl my secret, he blabbed to his brother the second he woke up I bet. Damn rednecks. I was so pissed as I walked into camp, Glenn must have noticed because he ran after me as I made my way to the RV.

"Hey what's up?" He asked trying to get me to stop and talk to him. Over my last month here Glenn and I have become pretty good friends. He had to be no older than 22 so he was at least five years younger than me, I didn't mind though, he has a good heart and he's an amazing friend.

"Merle and Daryl are assholes." I admitted stopping, shoving my hands in my pockets, and staring at the ground.

"I'll have to agree with you on that one." We laughed a little bit and I silently thanked whoever sent Glenn into my life.

"There's your boyfriend." Glenn mumbled and started to walk away from me, glancing up I saw Daryl making his way to me. Oh boy, was I going to give him a piece of my mind. I think.

"You're an asshole." I simply said as he was about to pass me. All the confidence left as soon as he was within a few feet of me. Damn him. He looked confused for a moment and then his regular 'I don't give a shit, I refuse to show any emotions' face came back on.

"What crawled up yer ass?"

"You! I told you a secret that I've never told anyone else in my entire life and you managed to blab your mouth to Merle in the couple hours you've been awake!"

He didn't reply which made me even more angry, his silence drove me crazy sometimes. I chose not to say anything I would regret later so I left him standing there while the rest of the camp stared from him to me.

Stupid redneck.

Stupid fucking redneck.

"Sam!"

"What?!" My harshness made Glenn take a step back and hesitate asking me something.

"Want to to on a run with me? We're starting to run low on some things."

"Oh, yeah. Let's go." I loved going on runs with Glenn, he always made everything so much more fun. Maybe Glenns exactly what I needed in a time like this.

Daryl stomped by us and gave me a cold stare, why do I let him get to me?