Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Eight| More Losses

🌱Kristina🌱

I open my eyes, the wind whipping my face and hair. My face is resting on Daryl's back, in our journey, Daryl had to switch to his bike. He didn't seem to mind, he likes being more moveable. We hit a block in the road and Daryl turns around to get back to Dale.

"Do you see a way through?" Daryl nods and beckons Dale to follow him. Daryl weaves his way through the graveyard of vehicles. Suddenly the R.V. broke down. Dale hops out to check it. Daryl stops his motorcycle and I get off, happy to put distance between us.

Well more happy to give Daryl distance. I feel like the longer I ride with him the more twitchy he gets. I cross my arms, feeling like I'm going to explode if we spend any more hours in silence. So many questions are filling my brain.

Why did he sneak out of bed at the CDC? Why is he giving me the cold shoulder? Why'd he save my life only to act like I don't exist? Just thinking about how cold he is to me makes me want to cry. I look down at my feet, messing with a can. Daryl gets off the bike and I feel his hand on my arm.

"You alright?" he asks in that devoid tone, that he usually gives the rest of the group, not to me, I sniffle and shake my head. "Do you really care?" I ask rhetorically before pulling away from him and heading for the R.V. I enter and pull off my plaid shirt, I'm wearing a black tank under.

I peer at my shoulder and carefully peel off my bandage. When the window exploded a burning hot piece of glass sliced my shoulder open. Ironically the heat kind of cauterized my wound and it didn't bleed so much. The wound is almost on the back of my shoulder, hard to reach. I splash some peroxide on a washcloth.

I attempt at reaching my wound to clean it, but I can barely touch it. I sigh in frustration. I hear footsteps enter the R.V. "Go away." When nothing happens I turn around to shout only for it to die in my throat. A walker stood in the doorway, staring at me. "Oh, fuck," I say to myself, and the walker snarls at me.

I step back only to trip and fall. It snarls angrily and begins shambling towards me. I scramble backward, reaching blindly for a weapon. Suddenly my hands curl around a knife handle. I look and see a hunting knife, that belonged to Daryl, I have no idea why it's here but I'm glad it is.

I pull myself to my feet as the walker reaches for me. I kick at the walker's leg, causing it to drop to its knees. I then kick it in the stomach, knocking it on its back. I quickly stand on top of it and pull the knife up before jamming it into the walker's skull, I repeat this until I'm sure it's dead.

I'm covered in the walker's blood and I feel disgusting. I move quickly, closing and locking the door. I peek out the window and see a group of walkers shuffling through the highway. It looks like the swarm from Atlanta. I sit on the floor, under the steering wheel, using the seat to cover me.

I curl in on myself, staring at the walker's corpse. I'm trembling, I don't want to keep going through this, I don't want to be afraid of going to sleep and never waking up. Eventually, I hear knocking on the door and jump. I look and see Daryl knocking on the door, I shake my head, trying to ignore him.

"Kris, please let me in." I rub my eyes, groaning before getting out of my hiding place. I unlock the door and let him in. "I need some bandages for T-Dog. He got hurt pretty bad." I laugh with no humor and move passed the walker's corpse. I crouch down and grab the bandages and throw them at Daryl.

"Here! Also, I'm fine by the way, fucking fantastic!" My voice breaks and I pull out his bloody hunting knife. "This belongs to you." I hold it out to him, Daryl looks down at it. He takes it from my hand only to set it down on the table. "Keep it, saved you once, could save you again."