Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Forty| Chance Encounter

🕉️Kara🕉️

I cry into my mom's shirt until I couldn't anymore. She stands up and pulls me with her. "I need to go outside and help them. I need you to protect Denise and Carl, okay?" I nod and she wipes the tears off my face. She goes over to Denise. "You think you can handle this by yourself."

"Yes. Go! Save our home." She nods and grabs a spare machete. "Give them hell, Mom." She smiles grimly and closes the door behind her. "Oh, Kara, I need to go get more bandages watch him for me. I nod and she rushes away. I look down at Carl, the side of his handsome face that's gone.

I lean forward and run my fingers down his cheek. "Carl, please don't die. Don't leave me like all the others. I--I love you, so much....I don't--" My pleading dissolves into quiet sobs. I curl my fingers into his shirt. There's a sudden burst of orange light.

I look and see flames. I wipe my tears and walk over to the window. I smile as I watch the walkers turn around, being drawn toward their destruction. Denise returns, cleaning and bandaging his wound. After everything is done, I help take Carl to a room so he can rest.

I lay down next to Carl, resting my head beside his on the pillow. I slip my fingers into his, squeezing gently, I close my eyes and let the sound of his breathing lull me to sleep.

⛏️Daryl⛏️

As soon as we killed every last one of them, the people that were injured including myself go to the infirmary. As soon as I enter I'm captured in a hug by my wife. "Careful, some dumb prick stabbed me." I wrap my arms around her, feeling my tensed muscle relax slightly.

"That fire was you?"

"Yeah." She pulls away and I move my hands to her waist. She tilts her head up, gazing into my eyes. "I knew you'd come back. I had faith." I let myself smile and she smiles too. "You got a nice smile, Dixon." I roll my eyes and she laughs, pulling me over to a gurney.

"Take off your shirt," she says and I give her a playful smirk. "Right here?" She smacks my shoulder lightly as the surrounding crowd laughed. I shuck my vest off, ignoring the pain in my shoulder blade. I unbutton my sleeveless shirt and take it off, placing them beside me.

"Do what ya gotta, Doc." I make small talk with her as she stitches me up. "You know, something about stitching up your back is giving me the biggest sense of Deja Vu."

"Well then don't think about it too much. I'm not too proud of how I acted way back when."

"Daryl, you should have seen Kris. When Carl was shot she immediately stepped up and started giving orders. She saved him," Denise says and I look at her. "Come on, Denise, you saved him. I just told Michonne to keep pressure."

"You told me what to do, Kristina. I owe you."

"Okay, done," Kris says and sits down beside me. I place my hand on top of hers, giving her a smile. "Looks like you found your purpose." She smiles and kisses my cheek. "Aw!" I roll my eyes, ignoring everyone. "Where's Kara and Shawn?"

"Kara's with Carl and Shawn's with Carol."

"And how's Rick doin?"

"He's hopeful. Which I'm grateful for. But ya know, Carl's tough. I think he'll be fine."

🌅11 Days Later🌅

🕉️Kara🕉️

I walk through the woods, absorbed in my thoughts. Our deal with the Hilltop was carried out. Rick and a small group attacked a compound but we've been running into even more of the Saviors. Like the ones that took Maggie and Carol.