Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty| Just To Forget

🌱Kristina🌱

I stare up at the ceiling of my cell for a long while. Daryl came back with his brother Merle, who's just as peachy as ever. Then the Governor says that if we trade over Michonne he won't attack. Rick was never going to do it, so Merle did it for him. Took Michonne and left to hand her over to the douche in Woodbury.

We've been doing raids on Woodbury and they've already gunned down one of us, Axel, the prisoner while he was talking to Carol. I hear the door open to the cell block. I sit up and jump off the bed, moving to the doorway of the cell. I sigh in relief when I see Daryl, but Merle's not with him.

He heads up the stairs, but instead of going to his cell he comes to mine. The sun is nearly set and we don't have much in the way of light, but I can still see his face clearly enough. And what I see is sorrow. I don't say anything just beckon him inside. He comes in, he sits down on my bed and begins taking off his jacket, tossing it onto the floor. He does the same with his shirt. He leans forward, arms resting on his thighs as he stares at the floor.

I move and sit beside him, placing my hand on his shoulder blade. "Daryl? Are you okay?" I ask even though I knew it was a stupid question. He shakes his head. "You can talk to me you, know that. I love you, Daryl." He lifts his head and looks at me, I see in his eyes that he is vulnerable for the first time in a long time.

I give him a caring look, running my fingers over his scars. "I love you, Daryl Dixon. Nothing will change that." He quickly presses his lips to mine pulling me closer. I kiss back, leaning against the pillows with him above me.

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I open my eyes when approaching footsteps rouse me from sleep. I rub my eyes and look towards the door. Carol steps into the doorway and leans against it. "Morning," she says with a smile and I return it, making sure the blanket was covering me.

"Kara's been wanting to come back here so I think you should get dressed."

"Will do, Carol. Thanks for watching her." She nods her head in my direction. "Wake sleeping beauty over there. We're preparing our defenses for the governor." I nod and listen to her departing footsteps. I turn and see Daryl, asleep, lying on his stomach. I look at the back of his head wishing I could see his sleeping face.

He's so peaceful when he's sleeping. I realize his arm is basically wrapped around my torso. I look down at him lovingly then glance at his tattoos. It looks like maybe 2 demons. Before long I'm reaching out to trace my fingers over his scars.

"The good thing about having scars on my back is that I never see them, so I can forget about them," he says in a sleepy voice. He lifts his head up and looks at me. "You want to know the bad part?"

"Hmm?" He suddenly grabs me and pulls me under him, looking down at me. "When someone sees or touches them it reminds me that there still there. And who I got them from." I stare up at him, never even thinking about what he goes through when I touch them. "Sorry, but I think every part of you is beautiful. Your scars are a reminder to me as well," I whisper, looking up at him, placing my hand on the side of his face.

"It reminds me of what you went through, what you endured, lived through. And you didn't let it destroy you. Most people would be far more damaged if they went through the same things you did." Daryl's eyes close and he leans into my touch.

"I'm not most people." I laugh and his eyes open, connecting with mine. "That you've made abundantly clear, Daryl Dixon. That's one of the many reasons why I love you." He stares at me seeming sad, but happy. Or maybe it's that vulnerable look again.

I've quickly noticed that when I say I love you, he doesn't say it back. He doesn't have to, I know he loves me. Maybe saying it will mean he's truly gotten close to me and maybe he can't. He has a lot of defense mechanisms.