Another Chance ~Carl Grimes Love Story~

Chapter 27 - Trigger

A/N~~ Delilah’s nickname by Emma is Lih, just pronounced “Lie.” Like, De-LIE-lah. Lol, just thought you should know. (: And this is a superr long chapter. Nineteen pages, to be exact, but I already warned you guys about a long chapter. PLEASE comment and tell me what you think! I love reading your guy's thoughts and opinions on the story and on the show. Stay awesome!

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I open my eyes, finding myself with all limbs intact, in the front seat of the car.

I move and my stomach hurts like hell, but I ignore it. My eyes shift to the back seat, where Carl’s head is laying in Michonne’s lap. She sees my movement, apparently awake, and sits up straighter.

She looks concerned. “You okay?” she whispers, not wanting to wake up Carl. I’m in pain, but I’m sure I’m fine.

“Yeah,” I whisper back. I point to Carl.

“He’ll be alright. He’s strong.”

“Like father, like son,” I say, earning a smile from her. I turn back around and look out the windows of the car. It’s still dark outside. Early morning. I reach for the handle but hear a “Hey,” being whispered behind me. I look back at Michonne, who is looking for some kind of clarification as to what the hell I think I’m doing.

“I’ll be back. Just wanna see Delilah,” I tell her. She nods wearily and I turn back, opening the car door. I step out slowly, letting my body adjust to the movement. It hurts.

I walk around the front of the car, seeing Daryl leaned up against a tree off of the road. He notices me and stands up straighter, and I can feel tears prick at my eyes. I remember seeing him last night, although not under the best of circumstances. My feet move on their own accord straight to him, and I wrap my arms around him, my brain not even believing that this could even be him. He is literally standing right infront of me, his arms wrapped around me.

He pulls me in tighter and I can feel his chin rested on the top of my head. “God, I thought you were dead,” I say, my eyes shut tight but tears still managing to leave them.

“I didn’t like the separation either, kid,” he says, and I pull away just a little. His eye is badly bruised and he has cuts all over him.

“Are you okay?” I ask. He shrugs it off.

“I should be asking you that. You got beat pretty hard. Just.. passed out.” I guess I did pass out.

“I’m fine,” I tell him. I feel myself smile. “God, I cannot believe that you’re here!” I say, hugging him again.

“At this point, neither can I.”

I pull away from him again, wiping the tears off of my face. He grips my shoulders, leaning down a little to look me in the eyes. “Hey,” he says. “I’m here to stay, okay? Nothing else is going to happen.” He uses his thumbs to wipe off some of the tears on my cheeks and I smile. “Promise?” I ask. He laughs a little.

“Promise.” He’s here. He really is here.

“Baby sister!”

I look around behind Daryl and see Delilah running out of the forest. When she reaches me she wraps her arms around me, hugging me so tight it hurts. “Oh, my God. I was so worried. Well, I mean, I knew that you were fine, but I was still worried.”

She pulls away and pushes some hair out of my face. “How do you feel? Too badly injured? Do we need to hang out here until you get better?” she asks, though I’m pretty sure she has absolutely no dictation over whether or not that happens.

“Really, I’m fine. We’re not sticking around here. It’s okay, I’m okay.” She still looks concerned, and puts her hands on her hips.

“Emma Scar Peterson, you better not be lying to me because that’s just the selfless person that you are.” She sees straight through me, I swear.