Last One Standing ~ TWD Daryl Dixon

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Daryl

Denise kept Jo in the infirmary the first night for observation. She had a concussion and her arms had been cut up pretty bad. Nothing had needed stitches, but the doc wasn't taking any chances with her. She had given Jo something right away to make her sleep and I had sat with her until Denise forced me to go home around midnight.

I didn't sleep at all. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was somehow my fault. I had let her leave to go find Maggie and Carol alone. Why the hell had I done that? She had been tired and hurt already. That asshole had cut her and I had sent her out there straight to those pricks. I tossed and turned until dawn.

When the light first hints of light shone through my window I went outside to look over my bike. I sat down at the curb and started going through the packs. I pulled out the small one under the seat and frowned as I found a small carved wooden soldier.

Dwight.

I scowled at it and tossed it onto the street.

"Didn't even notice," Carol said as she walked up. "You got your bike back." She dropped down to sit on the step next to me.

"Yeah," I grunted. "You got another one of those?" I asked, motioning to the cigarette in her hand.

She handed one over and stared at my bike thoughtfully. "Those people you met, the ones in the burnt forest, they took it from you?"

I didn't want to talk about this. "Yeah."

"You saved them, right?" she asked.

I didn't respond, didn't even look at her. I had been an idiot.

"Sorry," she said. "It's who you are. We're all still stuck with that," she said staring down at her hands.

I frowned and turned to look at her. There was something up. She looked sad. "No, we ain't. I shoulda killed them."

Carol stiffened at my words. She set the cigarettes down beside me and started to walk away.

"Hey," I called after her.

She swung around to face me, but I could see she was fighting back tears. "The ones that took you and Jo and Maggie...what did they do to you?"

"To us?" she asked as though she were confused by the question. "They didn't do anything to us."

I scowled down at the cigarette in my hand as I thought over her words. When we got there every last one of them was dead. Jo had been hurt, so I was guessing she wasn't the only one to do the killing.

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Jo

I slept late that morning. It was the first time in a long time that I could remember ever sleeping past dawn. I sat up and stretched. I was sore, but my muscles all felt fine and my head hurt considerably less today than it had the day before. I reached up and lightly touched the spot just above my ear. I winced in pain, but the cut had closed. Both of my wrists were bandaged and there was a bandage around my bicep. I flexed both arms, but there was only some minor discomfort.