The Start Of The End (Daryl Dixon fan fiction)

Chapter 8 - Passed Out

Hershel stepped out of the house and all the worried eyes looked up to him.

"She passed out. Dehydration and food deficiency. I gave her something to eat and drink so she will be fine." Hershel said. "But there is not much left."

"First thing in the morning, we'll go on a run." Rick ordered. "It's not only Carol who needs fuel, we all do. We can't let our supplies get this low. Now get some rest, there is a lot of work to do tomorrow."

I entered the house with my heavy body and soul. The couch was so inviting so I sat down and took my shoes off. A sigh was let out of my lungs. If one good thing happened, then five bad things had to pay the price for it. That was just the way the world worked today. There would never be one second of peace.

Daryl stood at the door staring at me. He had just entered.

"What are you doing on my bed?" He asked.

"I changed my mind." I responded regarding the 'who sleeps where' situation. "So, are you going out for the run tomorrow?" I said before he could say anything.

"Uh huh." He answered. "You?"

"Probably."

"Then go to sleep." He said. "On your own bed." I just sat still and looked down not responding. I felt Daryl's glare on me as I was sitting on the couch which was his sleeping place. "Seriously?" I finally looked up to him.

"You should take the bed. You need it more than me for tomorrows run." I said and gave him a tired smile.

"You are going too. So you might as well sleep there."

"Nah, you are more useful than I'll ever be. We need you well rested."

Daryl took a step towards me but stopped immediately. I was now laying down on the couch with my eyes closed. There was silence but I still felt his presence in the room. I turned around to see that he was sitting on the armchair just staring at me. He didn't even try to sleep.

"Ugh, why can't you just listen to me?" I said as I started to cry. I was not really crying because I was mad at Daryl for not sleeping on the bed. I wasn't mad at him at all. It was just everything that had happened suddenly came down on me, like showers of rain. Daryl didn't say a word. He was still sitting on the armchair bended forward with his head hanging down. "It's just, it's just that I'm so tired." I said with tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Then go to sleep." He said looking at the bedroom.

"I don't mean tired like that." I said. "I mean tired like in tired of all of this. This world and how it works. I don't want to lose people and I don't want to feel pain. Most of all, I don't want to see the ones I care about suffering. If I could, I would give everything I could to all of you. Food, water, a bed, clothing... All of that!" I said in desperation. "But I can't. I can't." I shook my head.

The next few minutes were spent in silence. Daryl sat in silence not saying anything. He looked away from me and I didn't really know what was going inside of him. My sobs started to calm down and then Daryl finally opened his mouth.

"Go." He said. I knew that he meant to the bedroom. I didn't say anything because I knew that he wouldn't give in. Not after bawling my eyes out. I stood up, looked at him and shook my head as I headed to the bedroom.

"You are so stubborn." I said and smiled as I wiped away the rest of my tears.
When I entered the room I immediately opened the wardrobe. There were pillows and blankets there all nicely folded. Nobody had been here, we were the first ones. I grabbed two pillows and their cases, a blanket and a bed sheet. I walked out to the living room and handed Daryl the stuff. He nodded. I turned around to go back but just before entering I looked back at him. "I'm sorry." I looked down in shame.