Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 19

Melinda's POV

I closed my eyes as the information sinks in. That's another loved one missing, I can't take the pain of loosing anymore. My heart is literally breaking into tiny pieces, each shard pricks my chest and spreads pain through my body. Each little thing that happens now adds another pinch.

My body must have a voodoo doll. God holds the tiny cloth doll in his soft palms and every time something happens, he stabs it with a pin. Bringing endless pain to my body.

He's testing me, seeing how long I can last on this earth. He's trying to make me weaker, but eventually all the shit he's giving me will make me stronger. I'll learn to block out the little things and not be so soft. I'll turn hard like the rest of the world, and I'm not sure if anything would bring me back.

"What do ye mean he's gone?" Daryl's soft heart beats turned into a drum, beating at a fast and unhealthy paise. My eyes open at the sudden change.

"We can't find him. He just... Left." Ricks eyes fall on the loose dirt beneath our bodies as he thinks. Thinks about anything I suppose. Life, people, walkers. He has a lot of shit to deal with and no one is helping him with any of it.

"What do ye want me to do about it?" Daryl grumbled. I get up from his grip so I'm sitting in front of him. He glances my way with a worried look, probably thinking that I'm going to run. But I couldn't, my body feels like bricks so every time I lift an arm it would come crashing down and slam into the nearest object with a loud thud.

"Maggie said that he might be at the old bar. Said he practically used to live there." Ricks back was stif as he looked at the surroundings. His eyes averted back to Daryl's as he sighs. "I need you to go with us."

"What about her?" Daryl lifts a finger so it's mere inches from my face. "We can't leave her here in this situation, someone has to watch her." He lowered his hand and I couldn't help but glare at him. He was talking like I wasn't there, like I was just the dust that floated through the air and into your lungs as you inhale.

"I'll be fine." I harshly intruded. The two men looked stunned with my sudden mood swap. Ricks eyebrows were pulled into one as he licks his dry lips. And Daryl's face said it all; pissed. A moment ago I was clinging to him and telling him to hold me and now I'm telling him to leave. I would be pissed too.

"Ye just watched yer whole family get taken down and ye want to be alone? I would be stupid if I let that happen." He propped his elbows on his knees and folded his hands together so they were in front of him. His face was hard as stone but his eyes were different. They were a soft blue that I had seen a few times, I hadn't thought much of it but; I haven't seen him look at anyone like that other than me.

I blinked a few times at the thought. Daryl, actually liking me. There was no way on earth that could happen. His walls were to far up his ass for them to fall.

"I thank you for caring. But they need you more than I do." My face turns back to the decaying creature I called the love of my life, and roamed it's body for clarification. A scoff was heard from Daryl's direction as he stands to his feet and grabs his weapons.

"Who said I cared? Just making sure yer crazy ass don't die." He roughly brushed past Rick as he walked in the direction back to camp, causing Rick to catch himself from falling backwards in the blood at his feet.

He glared at the back of the stubborn mans head as he took large and messy steps, occasionally kicking at the dead grass.

My lips were parted at the rudeness that man had. His eyes may be as blue as the sky that held gods face as he over looked us. He may have had lips that were slightly chapped and cracked. And he may have had skin that was kissed by the sun. But on the inside he was just a little man with a pitch fork. His eyes and his soul have little to no connection; he's the devil with a beautiful layer.