Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Eleven| Nearly Lost Him

🌱Kristina🌱

I leave the stable, adjusting my shirt. I told Dean that it was a one-time thing. "I'm sorry," I tell him and he nods. "I told you, use me however you need to." I smile and thank him. I head over to help Lori and Carol with the laundry.

Carol looks at me. "You seem to be a little better."

"Well, I actually got a story on someone's past." Lori gives me a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Daryl knows everything about my past but I know nothing about his." They stare at me in shock. "Nothing about his past?" I shake my head, hanging up a shirt. "Well, who did you question?"

"Dean." They get different looks on their faces. "Did you now? And?"

"And he had a difficult life, Maggie and Hershel saved his life by taking him in."

"Well, at least he survived." I nod and continue helping hang up the laundry. Lori and Carol talk about using Hershel's kitchen to cook dinner for everyone as thanks.

I'm sitting on top of the R.V. with Andrea. Dale heads into the vehicle and Glenn comes out a moment later. "Walker! Walker!" I look to where Andrea is looking and I see a silhouette coming out of the forest. "Just the one?" Rick asks, coming up to look.

"I bet I can nail it from here," she says grabbing her rifle. "Andrea, don't."

"You best let us handle this," Shane says and I roll my eyes. Yeah because the 'men' are so much more capable of taking down one walker. "Shane, hold up. Hershel wants to deal with walkers."

"What for, man? We got it covered." They start running in the direction of the walker. I jump down and follow them, something about the walker is familiar to me. Rick follows close behind with his revolver. Once we reach the walker everyone holds up their weapons only to freeze.

I stare at him in concern as he's covered in blood. "Is that Daryl?" Glenn asks and I nod. "That's the third time you've pointed that thing at my head. You gonna pull the trigger or what?" Rick sighs and lowers his gun, I see Daryl relax as well. I step forward about to help him back to the house when a gun goes off and Daryl goes down. I gasp tears in my eyes and I almost turn away.

Rick turns in the direction where Andrea is. "No! No! Stop!" Rick and I rush forward and kneel down beside him. I look and see the bullet just grazed his head. Daryl is freaking out as he wipes blood from his temple. We begin to pull him to his feet. "I was kidding!" He says before passing out. I pull his arm around my neck, Rick does the same and we drag him back in the direction of the house.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Is he dead."

"No, he's passed out. You just grazed him."

"But look at him. What the hell happened? He's wearing ears." I look and see ears around his neck, Rick, rips the necklace off Daryl's neck, stuffing it into his shirt. "Let's just keep that to ourselves."

"Guys! Isn't this Sophia's?" I turn and see T-Dog holding up Sophia's doll. I look down at Daryl as he made a big breakthrough and almost died in the process. We take Daryl back to the house and since I went to med school I help stitch his wound.

As he's on the bed, his back facing me, telling us how he found the doll, I'm helping stitch him up and I notice that he has scars on his back. "She must have dropped it crossing there somewhere."

"Cuts the grid almost in half."

"Yeah, you're welcome," he says in a tone that makes me smile, it reminds me of old Daryl, the one I love. "Any idea what happened to my horse?"