Madison Grimes

8

"Do you have Hectors inhaler? He's having an asthma attack." I guess these people really don't know. I turn to the man to help, having experience with asthma attacks since we once had a man in the field have one. I grab the mans hands, but he doesn't look at me.

"Hector?" He looks at me, telling me he can hear me. He breathes heavy, not able to breathe. I hear the door slam, but figure G won't care that I'm helping this man. "Can you sit up straight for me?" He struggles for a second before sitting up. "Take deep breaths for me, okay?" He does nothing. "Squeeze my hands if you understand me." He squeezes my hands. I give him a small smile. "Breathe in." He does as told. "One, two, three. Now hold it." He holds it. "One, two, three. Now breathe out." He does as told. We do this a few more times before he gets his breath back.

"Thank you." He says to me. I smile at him before standing up. I let go of his hands and turn around, seeing my group standing there with very confused faces.

"How did you know what to do?" G's jaw is literally on the floor as he holds an inhaler. I just shrug and move to my group, earning hugs from all of them but Daryl. I know you don't like contact, but come on, I could have died in here! Rick walks off with G, making me turn to Daryl with my arms wide open. He scrunches his nose up at me.

"What are ye doin'?" I smile at him.

"Human bonding!" I exclaim before wrapping my arms around his waist. He doesn't tense, which makes me smile even more. After a second, he hugs me back. I move away from him after a minute. "Not so bad, huh?"

"Eh." He says, before walking after the rest of the group.

"Eh? I give the best hugs!" He just shakes his head, making me drop mine in defeat. Once Rick finishes his conversation with G, we leave. I stay in the back of the group to watch for anything trying to sneak up on us. Daryl comes beside me and matches my pace.

"Ye still poutin'?" I just cross my arms and look toward Glenn, who's listening to the new conversation. "I'm gonna take that as a yes." I fight the smile trying to creep on my lips. I'm not really pouting, but he doesn't have to know that. I just want to hear him say I'm the best hugger.

"What'd you do?" Glenn asks, coming on my other side. Daryl gives him a long look. "Last time I got that pout, I ate the last cheddar cheese chip." I laugh at the memory.

"That's because you ate the whole bag!" I exclaim, shoving his shoulder. He smiles as well, and I see Daryl hide his smile with yet another grunt. Still can't hide it from me, Dixon.

"So, what did you do?" He keeps his mouth shut, so I turn to Glenn with my arms crossed again.

"He said my hugs are eh." I whine. Glenn holds back a laugh as he makes an 'o' with his mouth and covers it.

"Ooooh. You're in the dog house now." Daryl scoffs as Glenn jogs ahead of us to talk to Rick, I guess, leaving Daryl and me alone. He squints his eyes at me before repositioning his bow.

"Yer hugs are 'ight." I raise my eyebrow at him as the corner of my mouth curls. "That's all yer getting from me, darlin'." Darlin'? I smile and see a small smile creep onto his face. I'll call him out this time since no one is here for him to be embarrassed or him to be grumpy.

"Don't think I didn't see that!" I exclaim as I race up to Rick. I hear him scoff before I stop beside him. "I'm splitting, I'll meet you at camp!" I exclaim as I'm already walking away.