I need you here with me // Carl Grimes [EDITING]

Thirteen - Something New.

-Carl's POV

"This is all your fault..." Merle spoke from where he sat on the ground, his back pressed against the wall, "If you hadn't have gone near her-"

"Shut your damn mouth!" Daryl snapped, "You did that to your own niece, to my daughter, and you're trying to blame the fucking kid?"

All the while the two Dixon brothers argued, my father and I could only watch in deaf silence.

"People, yelling isn't going to help the girl!' Hershel quieted them both, "I need some of you to leave so I have more space to work."

"We'll go." Dad said whilst dragging Merle to his feet.

I could tell he was hurting almost as much as both Daryl and I were, after all my Dad had once been the only real father figure Lydia had had in her life, he'd raised her and treated her as if she was one of his own children. The mere look in his eyes told me he didn't want to leave, but he knew it was all for the best.

"I ain't leaving now!" Merle spat

"You've done enough." Daryl spoke before anyone could speak a word, "Get out of here."

Rick turned to Daryl, "Let me know what happens, alright?"

"Alright, man."

And with that both my father and Merle were gone, leaving me to watch as Hershel stuck a needle through Lydia's cheek. In and out, in and out, he wove the thread through her skin, stitching up the wound and stopping her from losing anymore blood.

It was a horrible sight to watch, it always was, someone you care for being in pain. I knew that bitter feeling all too well.

"If you don't come out of this alive, I don't know what I'll do. I'll be broken again." Daryl mumbled to himself, it pained me to hear. "What now Doc?"

"She lost a lot of blood, all we can do now is let her rest, wait for her to wake up and hope the wound hasn't been infected."

"So she's going to be fine?"

"She's going to have a scar, but she's a fighter, she'll be okay."

"Thank god..."

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-Lydia's POV

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm not sure, I mean my Uncle just cut my cheek open for kissing a boy." Carl chuckled softly.

"Does it hurt?" His fingers gently brushed the skin just beneath the stitches.

"Like a bitch." I laughed slightly

Before Carl was able to answer me, Glenn ran into the room with Sophie, Maggie and Beth all right behind him. Each one of them looked frantic with worry, it unnerved me to see.

"What the hell happened? I heard you got hurt." Maggie sat beside me on my bed, "Who did that to you?"

"Yeah, I'll kill them." Glenn added