A/N: Alright I've been asked to describe what Diana looks like, but haven't yet because I thought you'd probably already have an image of her in your head but I'll try and give you a few. That's all please message me if you have any suggestions or questions. I'll try to answer you. Thanks and enjoy the chapter!
"Uhhh." I moaned as I rolled over.
"I'm guessin' ya ain't a mornin' person."
I turned to look at Daryl leaning against the door frame of the cell I was in, "Never was." I pulled the blanket over my head, trying to block out the sunlight.
"So how ya feelin'?" I looked up at him, seeing his eyes laced with worry.
"Like I normally do. Why? Should I be feeling something else?" I took the blanket down from around my face.
"Shit..." He trailed off.
"What?" I sat up throwing the blankets off me. I looked down to my arms. They were covered in a nasty mix of purples, blues, greens, and browns. Cuts, scratches, and gashes ran up and down and sideways across my skin. Stitches held together the deeper gashes while gauze and tape held the others, "What the hell happened?"
"Ya fell over the railin' after that kid... uh...passed away. Ya don't remember?"
"Yeah," I put my head in my hands, "I thought it was a bad dream." I felt my throat swell with tears that I didn't let fall.
I saw Daryl walk over and sit on the bed next to me. He hesitated before awkwardly putting hand on my back, trying to comfort me, "Sorry." His blue eyes seemed to sadly sparkle telling me he was sincere.
"It's alright. That kind of stuff happens." He kept looking at me with a worried look like he thought I'd 'opt' out any second because I saw someone die, "What?" he kept looking at me.
"What're ya thinkin'?" His bright blue stare asked along with his words.
"I'm thinking another one of those showers sounds good," with that I hopped up fast, and started for the door. My head began to pulse and my vision clouded. I braced myself on the cool, concrete wall.
"Git up too fast?" He teased.
"Yeah. I guess so. What time is it anyway?" I rubbed my temples, leaning against the wall to regain my eye sight. I didn't really mean time because no one keeps track nowadays. I really meant day or night,
"It's sometime after lunch." He stood up.
"You let me sleep that long? I told Lori I'd be back to have dinner with her."
"Ya musta hit yer head header than we though."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean!" I was getting mad. I could tell he wasn't telling me something but he wouldn't spit it out.
"We went on that run three days ago. A walker pulled ya off the edge and ya tumbled down a few rock beds. I went down ta git ya but ya were out cold. We carried ya back and Hershel sewed up what he could but there's a cut on yer lip and one on yer back that may leave a battle scar. Ya didn't wake up. Not once until jus' now."
"Wait," I stopped him, "You carried me back?"
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Daryl's POV:
Out of everything I just told her the girl pulls out the fact that I carried her back? I guess the woman's stronger than I give her credit for. I'll use it to mess with her, "Like a baby. Ya were even snuggled up ta me."
"Uhh," she grumbled, "Well thanks for helping me out back there, I guess."
She started to leave, but when Hershel had to stitch up her back he had me hold her down. What I saw made me sick, "Can I ask you somethin'?"
