Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 66

Melinda's POV

It's been days since Daryl's accident. He hated being up there all the time, completely still with nothing to do. I'd sometimes bring him sticks from outside so he could make them into bolts for his crossbow. Charlie was up there more than I was lately, making up stories for him and blowing him kisses so he could 'get all better'.

For the past week I've been going out with Mike everyday to get supplies. I needed to take my mind off of Daryl, and going out to help the rest of the group was how I was getting by.

We were currently in the same store we had visited days ago. Rick said he saw a lot of supplies before I started calling for him, making him have to leave them behind.

"We should split up." I go through the open doors of the store. Mike grabs my arm before I can take another step.

"We're not doing that. You're staying with me." He argues. His hard eyes glared into mine. Something was different in them.

"We'll get more stuff this way. I'm fine." I shrug out of his hold, taking a step away from him.

"No, Greene." He grabs my arm again. My teeth grit together in frustration. "You remember what happened the other day. And you remember what happened last time you disobeyed my orders and left my side."

"Mike that was almost a year ago. I'm fine. I know what I'm doing." The grip on my bow tightens as the conversation gets more heated.

"I'm not losing you again dammit." His voice echoes in the dead store. I jump at his sudden burst.

"You're not." My voice was much lower than his. I slide from his grip, but still face him, seeing in his eyes that he's not finished talking.

"You don't even understand what I'm saying." He takes a step back from me, hurt evident on his face.

"Explain it to me then." I motion for him to follow me as I begin to walk down the hall, fixing to load up on supplies.

"Will you stop walking? I can't concentrate." I stop mid step, an annoyed breath escapes me.

"I said, I can't lose you again." He repeats himself. I turn to look at him, confused.

"I heard you, Young. But what does that mean?" I lean against a near shelf, sliding my crossbow over my shoulder.

"I-" he stammers. "How can you not see it?" His voice was broken as he stares at me. He rubs over his face.

"See what?" My frustration gets the better of me as I snap at him.

"That I love you!" He barks at me. My heart drops in my chest. "I've done everything to show you that and I get nothing. Instead you always hang around that damn redneck." He fumes. He takes a step closer to me, resulting in me taking one back. I wanted to keep my distance.

"You don't even want to touch me anymore. What happened to us?" He questions. I choke on my words, not knowing what to say in his fragile state.

"There never was an us, Mike." I whisper lowly.

"Don't you dare act like there wasn't something there. I saw the way you looked at me. I know you feel something for me." He takes a step closer to me. My back runs into a display case behind me.

"I know you love me." He caresses my cheek. I squirm under his touch.

"Stop. Please." I try sliding to the side but his arms box me in. Making me look down at the floor.

"This is why I killed him. I did it for us." My heart thinks in my chest at his words.

"Killed who?" I breathe.