Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Six: Friends

"No!" I screamed as my head looked towards the location of the person who had fired the shot.
I realized it was Andrea. "Are you fucking crazy?" I screamed at her. I looked back at Daryl's motionless body as Rick pushed me away from him. I heard Lori scream Rick's name, but I ignored it. Everything seemed so far away. I felt like I was in complete shock and I probably was. I just saved this guy from being killed and now he just got shot right in front of me.

"Is he dead?" I asked Rick as my lips trembled. Rick didn't answer me. He just stared down at Daryl's body. I heard my father's voice, but I ignored it. I knew I looked like shit, but I was more concerned about Daryl.
"Fuck," I whispered under my breath. Glenn heard me and he rubbed my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me. You don't have to get on my good side. You're banging my sister, don't worry about making me like you.

I watched as Shane and Rick helped Daryl up and I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God he's okay.
The bullet grazed his head. This guy was just a walking time bomb. He suffered two falls, an arrow to the side, and a shot to the head all in one day. He wouldn't have lived through the first two if it wasn't for me, actually.

"Oh my God, is he dead?" I heard a voice shout from behind us. I saw Dale and Andrea running towards us. We began walking towards the farm now with Glenn still rubbing me in comfort. I was fine, I didn't need your support. Thanks anyways.
"Unconscious. You just grazed him," said Rick. His voice distracted me from Glenn's "comfort and support."
"But look at him. What the hell happened? He's wearing ears," Glenn said, pointing to the necklace of ears around Daryl's neck. Glenn's eyes fell upon me and I felt as though I should provide an explanation.

"It's a really long story."
"I'd rather not hear it," Rick replied as he threw the necklace to the ground. I still failed to understand the significance of a necklace made of walker's ears.

"Wasn't this Sophia's?" T-Dog asked, holding up the small doll that Daryl had found in the water. "Yes. Daryl came across it," I said after a moment. They all nodded and we continued to make our way into the house. Rick and Shane took Daryl into the house with my dad following them. Luckily he hadn't seen me. I didn't care if he did, but he would probably kick them all out when he realized the damage I had taken.

"Liz?" I heard a voice whisper behind me. I spun around to see Beth looking at me with wide eyes. Thank God it wasn't Maggie. She would've flipped out if she'd seen me.
"Hey there sis," I said as I ran a filthy hand through my already filthy hair. She peered at me and looked shocked, "What happened to you? Did you go with Daryl?"

I nodded for a moment before coming up with my answer, "I did. And I am currently bleeding all over this floor."
Beth looked down at the puddle of blood under my leg and her eyes got huge. She was about to say something, but I cut her off.
"And I don't need daddy to see me like this. So I am going to need you to stitch this up and help me get myself cleaned up. I'd rather him not know I got hurt, can you do this for me?"

Beth shook her head, "I hate blood, Liz. You know I hate blood."
"I'll clean up the blood. I just need you to stitch it and bandage it. Please. I am begging you to do me this favor."
Beth bit her lip for a moment before nodding, "Okay."

After I had gotten cleaned up I felt a whole lot better. The cut wasn't too deep, Beth was able to use only a few stitches to close it. By a few I mean nearly fifty, but I was okay. Beth assumed that a rock had gashed my leg during the fall. That made sense. I wasn't too sure about what did it, but I just know that it hurt like hell.
Beth began helping me down the stairs from my room and I frowned when we reached the bottom. That's just fucking great. Just perfect.