Girl in the mask(A Daryl Dixon Love Story) (Under revision)

Chapter thirteen

Ghost P.O.V.
I can't believe I acting so vulnerable around him I don't get it he obviously doesn't give a shit about me and he still doesn't trust me either. I really need to get my shit together and avoid him like I had planned to begin with. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away from the group so I could get a handle on my emotions I shouldn't let them see me cry. I really couldn't understand it why was I giving him all the information he wanted I had nothing to prove to him.

I composed myself and then went back to the group I know it wouldn't be long till Rick and the others would be back. I just hope everything went well and nothing bad happened I don't think we can handle any more bad news right now.

We waited but it was taking forever so I decided it be best if I went on a hunt but when I told the group they talked me into staying that it was best to stick together till the rest came back.

I had a bad feeling, they had been gone for too long. I was pacing around hoping my feeling was wrong. They got back but Tyrese had passed he got bit they cut off his arm but he lost to much blood. Sasha broke down crying and I opened up the cuts on my knuckles again I got angry and started punching a tree this time it was Daryl who got me to stop. "Stop it ain't gonna bring him back to miss up your hands" he said and I stopped thrashing in his grip. He let me go and then I slumped to the floor. He left to the car then he came back he was holding bandages. "No keep 'em there might be someone who needs 'em later" I said and shook my head. "You need 'em now" he said tried to grab my hand. I pulled away "I said keep 'em" I snapped. "You think gettin' sick or dyin' from those cuts on your hands is what he'd want what your family would want what your sister would want" he whispered to me harshly. "What do I care what they want they're Dead...she's dead" I snapped out not carin' who heard me. "She died a long time ago and I know she'd want me dead for lettin' what happened happen to her. And I wouldn't be surprised if my family and Tyrese would be ok with me dyin' right here right now whether it be from infection or the walkers" I said angrily.

I felt the force of someone slapping me across the face my head following the force of the blow. "Don't you dare say that about your family or Tyrese. They wouldn't want you dead they'd want ya to keep survivin'" I heard Carol snap at me and I looked at her and nodded. "Now let Daryl patch you up" she demanded and I looked at Daryl hesitantly he looked surprised she had slapped me but reached for my hand slow after I didn't resist he removed the old bandages and poured water on my bloody knuckles I whined but didn't pull away. "You 'lright?" He asked and I nodded and he continued to replace the old bandages with the new ones then he repeated the process with the other hand. "You should be 'lright now but stop doin' stupid things" he said and got up to go help bury Tyrese. "Thanks I'll keep that in mind next time I'm angry" I said sarcastically as he walked away. I don't get why he even bothered helping me it's obvious he still doesn't like me.

We had a small ceremony in Tyrese's honor and then we were on our way. It was hard on all of us honestly I think things couldn't get any worse but who knows no one ever thought the apocalypse was going to happen and now look where we are.

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Sorry if it's a short chapter