Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 5

Melinda's POV

Turns out Rick didn't let me protest. He just got in his car and drove off much to my dismay. After this little stunt I think Rick hates me for yelling at him.

Yeah, or god just wants to punish you for what you did!

"I was in a fucking coma! How do I know where she is?" I mumble. I look over to the drivers seat and see Daryl staring intently at the road. His jaw is set and his knuckles are white from grasping the wheel so hard. I see him shift uncomfortably and I rip my gaze away from him.

I watch the trees as they go by and I can't help but think about her light blue eyes and her rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair as it blows in the wind. God knows that I would take a bullet for her! She's my life.

Every moment we had together passed through my mind in about three seconds. Her life was to short, she was only four dammit! I had to mess it up and get shot! If I would have listened to Mike and stayed in the damn car I would be sitting beside her on the porch swing at my dad's house. But no, I had to fuck things up! now I'm with a group and I only know two fucking people! I need to find my family.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sudden slamming of breaks. Daryl's arm flew across from his tight grip on the steering wheel to my chest, holding me back.

I gasp in alarm as I stare out the windshield. We were only about four feet from hitting the parked RV.

"What? You-" I stutter. We could have just died, and all because he wasn't paying attention! Well I wasn't either so he's not all to blame.

"Deep in thought." He muttered before getting out the truck and slamming the door shut. I watch with wide eyes as he walks around the truck like nothing happened. He might not have much to live for but I do!

I mimicked his actions and got out the truck as well. I closed the door and walked up to the forming group. I leaned against the RV and started to pick at my dirty nails.

"Hey, Melinda!" I heard a voice call from the front of the RV. I lifted my head and all eyes were on me. I shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground.

"Yeah?" I called, still picking at my lame excuse of nails.

"Come over here and help us!" I notice the voice as Rick's. I groan, not wanting to move from my place.

"With what?" I sigh, standing to full height and slowly walking over to all the people. They made a path and I squeezed through.

The RV was smoking and Daryl was trying to fix it. I gave Rick a look, not really impressed with the fact he made me move for no reason.

"Your hands are small enough to fit in and not get stuck..." He trailed off. I guess this is his way of asking me to fix the RV. I sighed and stood beside Daryl, taking the screwdriver as nicely as I could from his hands and started to get to work.

At the station I would always be the one called when a car or truck broke down. I could fix them in no time and my hands were small enough, unlike the men. I remember getting picked on, being called 'tiny' for months and months. It was funny at first but then it started to drive me crazy when the chief would address me by that name.

Time I got the RV stable my hands, and probably face, had oil on them. I wiped my hands on my pants but I think it only made it worse.

I walked into the RV and could hear Jim's coughing. I'm surprised he's still alive. It's been hours sense he got bit.

I sighed and turned to Dale who was sitting in the drivers seat looking at me expectantly.

"Fire it up." I nodded to the keys dangling from the ignition. He grabbed them and turned them a few times. I was about to go back outside to see if there was anything else wrong when it came to life. The rumbling of the vehicle made a few heads turn from outside.