Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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Knocking gently on Daryl's door did I take a deep breath as he appeared on the other side, he still looked beaten, his eyes swollen and I swallowed harshly as he looked at me.
We were staying at the Kingdom for the night and had all been given our own rooms, so I waited a couple of hours before I went to see Daryl because I thought he might have wanted some space.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
Stepping out of the way and gesturing for me to come in did I take a few steps in as I began to pace the room. Their was a slight awkwardness between us and I wanted to get rid of it.
Once he closed the door did he begin to chew on his thumbnail, a nervous habit of his, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"We need to talk." Clearing my throat did I stop pacing. "About everything."
Hearing him sigh did I begin to chew on my thumbnail myself, until he bought up the subject i wasn't expecting him to talk about yet.
"Wha' did Rosita mean you got shot?"
Dropping my arms against my sides did I let out a deep breath as I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Rosita tried to kill Negan. He retaliated...and Arat shot me. But I was lucky, I survived. Olivia didn't."
Finally looking up at me did he hold out his hand and gesture for me to come over.
"Show me."
Furrowing my brows did I sit on the soft bed beside him as I slowly rolled up my T-shirt, well his T-shirt, to reveal my gunshot wound which had been stitched up but was still coated in thick, dry blood.
I winced quietly as he traced over the wound, but his gentle and delicate touch made the pain bearable.
Once he had done I pulled the shirt down and smiled softly as his voice raised, his tone turning more angry with each word that escaped his lips.
"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."
As he rubbed his hands together, looking of into the distance did I find myself attempting to crack a joke to break this awkward vibe that was suffocating me.
"Hey, I was gonna kill him. Don't take my role asshole." I chuckled.
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He turned to look at me, not any trace of even a faint smile tugging on his cracked lips as he did so.
