Daryl Dixon has faced a lot since the world changed and this has resulted in even greater change in his own life. Once a reckless and volatile man, he has now become a respected and productive member of Alexandria. Most importantly, he has become a...
Delilah's POV The crowd erupted into cheers from everyone. I let Rick have his moment, then motioned to Roe and Daryl to get Rick back inside. They moved quickly, allowing him to use the crutches to get back into the house. But once inside they lifted him under his arms and carried him quickly back to bed. Earl had the traction device set up and ready to go. I entered the room and had them help me adjust his splint into it securely. I checked the temperature of his foot and his pulses. The swelling hadn't worsened dramatically in the few minutes he had been up and I heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Dr. Carson entered the room. He looked over the improvised traction device and nodded. He smiled at me. "Good thinking doctor." I smiled in return.
Then he turned to Rick. "I sincerely hope that this will be the last time I see you out of traction for the next four weeks except for the few seconds it will take you to relieve yourself a few times a day."
Rick smiled and nodded. "Yes sir. Doctor Casey made it abundantly clear what I would be up against if I wasn't a completely compliant patient from this point forward."
Dr. Carson nodded and smiled at me again as he exited the room.
Rick turned to me and asked. "That doesn't mean I have to stay here for a whole month, does it Delilah? We really need to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible."
I looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, the traction device Earl made is portable. I suppose if you agree to travel laying down in the back of an RV or van... with your leg in traction the whole way home, we might be able to move you in a couple of days."
Everyone in the room smiled and let out loud 'whoops'.
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Three days later Daryl's POV It was still hard to believe that the fighting was behind us and we had finally beat down that bastard, Negan. We returned to Alexandria yesterday. I thought about the day as I drank my coffee on the front porch. Couldn't say that I agreed with Rick's decision to lock the dude up. I think we just should've strung him up and played piñata with him. I hoped that this wouldn't come back to bite us in the ass some day.
I walked back inside and upstairs to Rick's bedroom to say good morning. "Mornin' Daryl. Sleep well?"
I grunted. "It's good ta be back home and in my own bed again."
Rick smiled. "Well now! That's somethin' I wondered if I would ever hear. Daryl Dixon callin' Alexandria 'home' and preferrin' a soft bed to the back of his bike." He chuckled.
"I've called a council meeting for this afternoon to go over long term plans for rebuilding and growth. I think we should have our new doctor involved too."
