Dixon Darlin'

Ch.5

Ch.5

Shane ran up towards the barn and started trying to brake the pad lock holding the chains and everyone was in complete chaos. He busted the lock and started shooting at the walkers charging at us to cure their unending craving for flesh.

Rick had went to talk to Hershel earlier today trying to convince him that these walkers weren't safe. We thought it would go well until Rick and Hershel both came back with walkers on a leash. Shane was crazy pissed and now we're here shooting at all of Hershel's "friends". I looked his way sorry, as I shot at the living dead. I couldn't tell if he was upset or scared.

The gun fire finally stopped after what we thought was the last walker. Everyone froze as another one slowly began to walk out. Carol let out a weep and everyone sucked in a huge breath. Small, breathing, dirty, hungry. Sophia.

I saw the expression on Daryl's face change. He was...sad, mad, disappointed? Whatever it was, I knew he wouldn't take it well. Everyone still stood silent as Rick walked up to the poor little girl...walker. Carol still cried in the background as she watched Rick pull the trigger and the bullet hit her brain. Dropping her on her back...lifeless.

Carol ran to her body weeping, bringing tears to my eyes as well as Beth. She ran to her dead mothers body. She removed the bodies from on top of her mom and held her head. To everyone's surprise her mom awoke grabbing her for her fresh meat. Beth yelled as everyone ran to help her and Rick shot her in the head.

Beth weeped even more.

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I sat in my tent silent. I looked up and saw Daryl sitting outside of his tent which was now farther away from us. He obviously felt hurt from Sophia's death. He was the main one looking for her and he finds out she was dead the whole time. Turned. I felt really bad and decided to comfort him.

As I walked over to his tent He looked my way. Realizing that I was headed over there he dropped the stick that he was using to poke at the fire burning in front of him and walked into his tent.

I sighed and stopped a few feet away from his tent.

"Daryl." I called out softly.

It was silent for a few seconds. I sighed.

"Go away." He mumbled.

"Daryl I ..." I began to say. "I'm sorry...I know you really cared about Sophia." I was trying to find the words to say but I wasn't really good at this. I just hated seeing people so hurt. "Look I know you were hoping she was still alive bu-"

He bursted out of his tent interrupting me. "Look I didn't care 'bout nobody a'right! I don't need you feelin' sorry for me! I don't want any of y'all's pity! Just leave me be!" He yelled. I looked him straight in the eyes seeing the hurt. He sat back down on the log picking up the stick again.

I looked down disappointed. Of course he wouldn't admit to caring for Sophia. He's just gonna try pushing us away.

"Look I know how hurt you feel Daryl, but you can't go pushing everyone away. We care about you...I care about you."

He looked up at me only moving his eyes. "Ya' wasting ya' time woman...I don't give a damn about y'all."

"Stop! Stop this whole act! This big 'I could care less if any of y'all died' act! It stupid. I know you care. Because you wouldn't be all the way out here. You wouldn't have been looking for Sophia! You wouldn't be trying to push us all away!"

"You don't know shit woman!"

"I know you care! Stop acting like you dont give a damn, its obvious you do." i said turning away. I figured he was going to let me leave but he caught me by surprise when he grabbed my wrist pulling me back towards him. I turned around staring at his hand holding me. Then i looked up at his hurting eyes. He stood still as I wrapped my arms around him. He didnt hug back, but I knew he needed it. Eventually he pulled away. He appoligized with no expression as usual and walked back into his tent. I stood for a dew seconds and finally walked back to my tent. 

Daryl has feelings he just wont let them out. But he cant hide them from me...not for long. I have made it my mission to get to Daryl. To get him to admit to Caring. What more do a have to live for?