Holding On {Daryl Dixon}

A Flashback

Chapter 3- A Flashback

It's been a whole 7 damn months since the dead started walking and I lost Daryl, him and his brother Merle got away at the start of the break out, the night was crazy..

*Flashback*

It's been 2 months since Daryl and I started dating and it's been the best 2 months of my life, Daryl is sweet and caring, I trust him with my life.

At the moment I'm in my room with Daryl, cleaning the new cuts on his back that his drunk father has inflicted on him.

He groaned when I put the rag that was soaked in rubbing alcohol on his deepest cut.

"I'm sorry." I apologized.

"It's not your fault." He replied, his fingers gripping slightly at my duvet in pain.

I felt bad for him, yes my mother and step-father punched and kicked me around like a rag doll, but never pulled a knife on me or Kyla like Daryl's father did.

"You don't deserved this." I said. And he doesn't, no one does.

"But I'd rather myself get hurt than you." He replied turning around to face me.

"But I hate seeing you get hurt." I told him, I do hate seeing him in pain.

Daryl smiled softly, grabbing my waist and pushing me down lightly so I was lying on back on the bed, his body between my legs on his stomach to relieve pressure on his wounds, my fingers found their way to his dirty blonde hair and played with the strands. We stayed like that for a couple minutes.

"Let me finish rapping your back up?" I asked softly He nodded his head and sat up pulling me up with him.

"I'm going to go get the bandages I'll be right back." I said quickly. He nodded again.

I got up and off my bed and left my room. What's up with him? he's normally always smiling with me, always talking, but he's quiet and he looks nervous about something.

I got to the closet full of medical supplies, I opened it and grabbed some gauze bandages and some tape to hold it down.

"Ro?" My 13 and a half sister Kyla called my name.

"Yeah Kay?" I used her nickname like she used mine.

"Is Daryl okay?" she asked in her soft voice. Daryl has always been like her older sister, Daryl has a soft spot for younger kids, well younger than 14 that is.

"He'll be fine Kyla, I promise." I smiled at her.

"Could I see him?" her green eyes looking up at me.

"Yeah, just let me finish up cleaning his back. okay?" I replied to her question, she nodded her head and went into her room I smiled and walked back into my room, that was across the hall from hers.

"Daryl, I got the banda- what are you doing?" I change my sentence quickly because they was Daryl on the ground on one knee. A small black box in hand.

"It's not hat you think." Daryl quickly said

"but it's a promise ring." He open the box and I saw a beautiful ring it was sliver with braid like bands at the top of it with 2 diamonds in the center and the outer 2 braided like brands where smaller diamonds. On the inside of the band the words 'Chasing Cars' the song we both loved, it was our song.

"RoseAnn Elaine-Hope Baker," he started; he used my middle? he must be serious.

"I promise to protect you and Kyla for as long as I live and never let anything hurt the two of you. I love you so much. Your my world." He finished as he slide the ring onto my finger.

"I love you too so much Daryl." I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Now, let me finish wrapping your back up." I said and Daryl smiled and laid down on his stomach on my bed.

*End of Flashback*

I played with ring that I placed on a chain around my neck looking outside the window that looks out to the front yard watching Kyla cut wood for the fire tonight a couple yards away. I held my recurve bow in my lap with my quiver on my back filled with a little less than 20 arrows.

Kyla was walking back to the house with lots of wood. She was going to trip I just knew it, so I got up and ran down the satires to catch up to her to take so wood from her. But one I hit the cement Kyla fell and yelled out in pain, her foot faced backwards.

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The photo listed at the top is a picture of Kyla. (Isabelle Furhman)