Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Forty-Two: Welcome Back

I sat in the darkness of my cell, not wanting to ever come out.
The pain had subsided with the help of some pills, but a new pain was deep inside of me. The pain of losing a child I never knew about. If I would've known I was pregnant, I would've never put myself in the situations I did.

The test said I wasn't, and I trusted exactly what it said. I guess that should teach me to follow my own judgement. How could I not know?
I didn't understand how this could happen without my knowledge of it...without Daryl's knowledge of it. Daryl...what would Daryl say?
Would Daryl be angry with me for being so careless? What would my father say?

I couldn't even bare to face my father. I hadn't heard from him ever since I had awoken so I assumed Maggie kept this entire thing to herself. I hugged my legs to my chest as I continued staring at the wall. I felt as if the entire world was crashing down on me. Lori, Merle, Karen, and now this. I couldn't take much more. I could feel myself on the brink of losing it.

I could hear footsteps slowly walk past my cell. It sounded as if they stopped in front of it for a second. I quickly sat up hoping that it was Maggie. It was even better. It was Daryl. I longed to see him after what I had just been through.

I quickly leaped up from my bed and rushed over to the cell door. I didn't open it. I just simply stared at him through the bars. The look on his face told me that he already knew what happened. Maggie must've told him.

He looked down at my hospital gown and I could see pain drifting through his eyes slightly. I gripped the bars so tightly in my hands that I felt as if I would bend them in half.

"Say something," I begged with sorrow in my voice. Say anything. I don't care what, just speak.

"Ain't nothin' to say," Daryl replied with a simple shrug of his shoulder. I was pretty hurt with his actions. I just wanted to know that someone was hurting as much as I was, that's all. But it was clear Daryl didn't care much for this conversation.

"There's plenty to say," I said, still pleading with him. "Don't shut down on me again."
Daryl still seemed to show no interest in what I was saying. His mind was obviously somewhere else. How could his mind be elsewhere during a time like this?

"What do you want me to say?' he asked with a blank expression. Say that you care. Say that it will all be okay.

"That things will get better," I replied barely above a whisper. "That's what you're supposed to say to me. You're supposed to be there."

"They ain't gonna get better," he replied coldly. I was honestly shocked at the way he was acting. If there was ever a time I needed him, it was now. I needed him more now than ever. Tears formed in my eyes as I gazed at him. Why are you being this way?

"That's not fair," I replied quietly.

"What?" he asked me as he looked down at his feet.

"That I have to care," I whispered as I looked down at his shirt.

"You ain't gotta care," he continued with his cold tone. "You just gotta let stuff go. Can't hold onto things forever."

"You want me to do exactly what you do?" I demanded. "I'm going crazy. I am losing my mind. You're making me go mad."

Daryl scoffed at me after a moment. "I ain't makin' you do shit."

At this point I was crying violently. The tears never stopped coming out of my eyes. He didn't see just how badly he was destroying me.

"I'm in this alone," I said while sobbing into the bars to my door. "I need you and you wont be here for me. Why can't you just be here?"

"I'm standin' here," he replied in a cocky tone.

"That's not-" I just gave up on trying to explain anything to him. I felt as if Daryl would never completely understand how much he meant to me. Sometimes he acted as if he loved me and other time I was his worst enemy. I couldn't take his constant mood swings. He was hot and then cold and it was driving me over the edge.

"Nevermind," I replied quietly. "Can you just go?"

"Go? You just complained about me not bein' here," he continued with his cocky attitude.
"Go," I pleaded, now looking back up at him. Daryl attempted to open my cell door, but I stopped him. I was done with him. I was honestly done with Daryl Dixon.

Our child was dead and wanted to act like it was fun and games. Enough was enough.

"Don't," I spoke as I slammed the cell door back shut. "You're not going to fix it this time. I'm done."
"Done?" Daryl asked as he looked down at me.

His eyes pierced through me and took away my ability to speak. I loved him. God, I loved him. But I couldn't let him get away with everything. If he wasn't going to care, then I wasn't going to be with him.

"Don't look like you're done," he said as he noticed my lack of words. I parted my lips to tell him, but we were interrupted by a loud explosion. The prison shook for a moment as the sound echoed through the air. I looked at Daryl with complete fear in my eyes.

I welcomed him snatching my cell door open after that. I pushed out of the room and watched as Rick and Maggie came rushing into the room.
"What the hell?" I asked, looking to them for answers. They didn't have answers either. They were just as perplexed as I was.

With Daryl by my side, I began heading to the courtyard with the others. I wanted to put my clothes on before we went out, but we didn't have time. I would just have to go out looking like I had just escaped an insane asylum.

When I finally got used to the sun beaming in my eyes, the entire world seemed to stop. When I saw who it was, I couldn't even speak.

The Governor was back.