Divided Destiny: A Rick Grimes Love Story

Chapter 4

The Walker staring at you from behind the window growls and snaps at you. Its torment features didn't scare you like they did before. In fact, they didn't really make you feel anything. Nothing anymore made you afraid, besides facing your sister. It wasn't fair, it certainly wasn't.

Everyone just had to choose whether to kill a Walker or not. You had to face that your sister wasn't going to wake up from this nap. Anger rushed through your body. You jumped up and clenched your fists. Rick put his hand up and took a step towards you, looking at you through cautious eyes. 

You push past him and punch the white closet door across from the bed. The whole structure wiggles and startles the people outside. Michonne, Daryl, and Carl push through the bedroom door and stare at your bleeding knuckles and Rick, who has a hand on your shoulders. 

"Everythin' okay?" Daryl asks. 

You bow your head and grasp your wrist. Knowing that the pain will consume you at one point, you slip past the crowded doorway. You can hear your name being called from the room but ignore the warnings. Where the hall turns into the living room and the kitchen starts to the left, a bright red stain catches your attention. 

Her scream fills your head and the pain of her nails cutting into your thighs. The blood gushing over your hands, just like the nightmare is happening again. Your throat initiates an ear splitting scream. You snap your eyes closed and drop to the floor into a ball. Instantly you feel hands touch your side and head. Somethings grabbing your feet, trying to pull you off. 

"Let go! Get off me you bastard!" You scream, kicking the thing at your feet. 

A loud thrash is heard and your eyes break open. Tears make everything fuzzy, which is harder for you to tell who is real and who is not. Two figures are above you, looking down and the other is closer, on their knees, with arms around you. You panic and pull away, perching yourself up on the wall. The figures are facing you, and you start to cry a little harder. 

"Sweetheart. Breathe, its us."  a soft voice calls. 

"R-Rick?" you ask them. 

One of the figures slides next to you. You blink and a few tears flee to clear your vision. His light blue eyes and perfect scruff are close.  Rick. 

"Yeah. Its okay." his voice is like a warm blanket. 

The other figures come into sight, Daryl and Michonne look at you carefully. You look down and wrinkle your nose. The pain is starting to come back to you. 

"Whats why ya don't punch doors." Daryl says standing up and walking into the kitchen.  

Michonne looks down at her twiddling fingers. You look at Rick, he immediately looks away. You look down. Daryl comes around the corner and bends down. He looks at you with those eyes and then your hands. You nod and lift your hand up to him. As he starts to clean them, Michonne stands up and walks into the hallway. 

"Daryl, um, you wouldn't mind sitting in the room with me right?" you whisper. 

Both him and Rick look at you. Rick blinks and tears his attention down and to the side. Daryl clears his throat and nods. He places the gauz and medical tape around your hand and then the peas. Rick stand up and walks off with his hands in his pockets. Daryl looks at him. He closes his eyes and stands up, extending a hand out to you. 

***

"Daryl, uh, I have to tell you something." You say. 

You're shaking and the words are hard to get out. His attention is drawn to you now, instead of outside the window. Your throat clogs up as the reality of telling him about you and Rick becomes more apparent. You blink and look down. 

"Well, um. Rick..." you start. 

"What did he do?" Daryl asks, looking at you with concern. 

You look up and then back down, "He didn't do anything. We, uh, I. Um, we are um.."

Your stuttering somehow comes across and hits Daryl. He nods and looks at you.

"I get it. That's nice." He says.

Astonished, you look at him. He gives you a half smile and sets down his crossbow.

"Did he wan' to tell me also?" he questions. 

You shrug, not knowing. This wasn't even planned. It just seemed right. 

"Were leaving tomorrow. Are you sure you can travel?" 

You nod, and half smile before you stand up and walk over to the closet. there a baseball sized whole in the middle of  it. As you open the door, your garbage bag falls to your feet. You don't move it, it just lies at your feet. 

"Ill get it to the truck." Daryl coughs and grabs it. 

You nod and sit on the ground, leaning on the wall. Tomorrow, this house will just become like any other.

A Memory. 

Just another memory, with another blood stain.