My head was pounding when I woke, the light shining through my tent wasn't helping. I look down at the bandage on my arm debating weather I should see how it was doing. I rolled my eyes unafraid of Dixon and unwrap my arm staring at the angry red scabs.
I hear arguing and threw the bandage away and get to my acing feet. I pulled my bow over my should and walked out. Everyone stopped and stared at me as I walked by I was confused, I looked down at all the body's and stop at the middle of the camp. Rick walked over to me with an angry Shawn and fuming Daryl.
"We need to get rid of all the bodies." Rick said.
"Take them up to tha hill and burn them." I agree. He was staring at my head before tilting it to the side.
"Yer head." He mumbled I back up and put my hat on and walk over to a body dragging it to the truck. Daryl grabbed a pickaxe putting it through there heads as Shawn, Glenn, Jim, and Dale moved them. I stabbed the corpse at my feet and moved on to dragging them.
I was weezing as i dragged the body, and Carol and Lori walked up. I ignore them and pant leaning on my knees.
"We want to think you, we'd all be dead if not for you." Lori said. I walked to them and stopped.
"I can't loose anyone else, I just can't." I said weakly before dragging the next body. I was breathing so heavy you could hear it over the truck engine. Daryl stormed over and helped dag the body before pulling me to my tent. I sat in a daze as he re-bandaged my arm.
"What did I say." He growled. I didn't answer as a stared at him trying to catch my breath. He grabbed my other arm and looked down at what I did last night. He was shacking with rage. His eyes met mine and I slowly began to regret not listening cause truth is I am scared of Daryl not because of his rage but of disappointing him. He doesn't know how his little glances get to me, I in truth didn't realize tell now, We haven't known each other long, but I have feelings for him, I don't know if that good or bad, but right now all that matter is that we are here together, and I didn't listen to what he said. He grabbed my arm roughly in anger as he bandage my arm.
"Imma check this again, and I'm going to kick yer ass if its not wrapped how I wrapped it when I see it." He growled.
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Fighting for a Broken Life (Daryl Dixon)
FanficShade Rider, is the last living Rider after her sisters died in a car wreck. She travels on her own trying to forget that it's was her fault sense she was the on driving, but the dead have other plans. Will she let guilt clam her or will she push it...
