Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

Flight Of The Stars

"Standing on the edge of no tomorrow."

As I trudged my way back to the infirmary, nearly everyone was out in the streets piling up dead bodies to burn. There was a separate pile of our people that we would bury. I noticed Deanna among that group.

I timidly entered the small house. Denise was changing Carl's bandages, quickly glancing over her shoulder to see who was here.

"One second, Belle," she told me. I remained silent.

Rick was still in the room with his son, utterly exhausted. Boy, did I know the feeling. Carl was still out. This was hard on both of us.

"Hey," Rick tiredly said to me.

"Hey," I replied in the same manner. "You okay?"

"Okay as I can be," he sighed and shrugged. "You?"

"Same," I frowned.

"Okay," Denise said as she finished up, turning to face me. "Jesus, Belle, it's been less than twenty-four hours."

"I know, I know."

"What happened?"

I looked at my feet for a moment. Thinking back to the situation, I felt like an asshole.

"Got in a fight with Daryl," I mumbled lowly.

"I don't know how that would open up your cut," she said as she began gathering some supplies to clean up my wound.

"You've never seen a Dixon fight," I informed her.

Denise turned around, staring at me for a moment. The look on her face was honestly priceless. She looked so confused but annoyed. Probably because I was being irresponsible and disrupting my healing process.

"It's true," Rick chimed from behind me. I looked at him briefly with a small smirk.

"Christ," Denise muttered. "Alright, sit down."

She got to work cleaning up my cut through the stitches. It burned really fucking bad, too. I kept wincing every time she touched my face.

"Try to be careful this time," she said as she finished up. "I really can't do much with the stitches in."

"I will," I agreed. "Sorry I did this."

I turned to Rick and asked, "Let me know when he's awake, okay?" He nodded in agreement, still barely awake.

I wasn't ready to go back home just yet after leaving the infirmary. I sauntered along the blood-ridden asphalt. So much bloodshed in such a small amount of time. So much anger and violence.

Not knowing where to go, I sat on the steps of the gazebo. Just days ago, things were peaceful. Daryl asked me to marry him while our family was stood around us.

Now, the same streets are littered with bodies; lives lost to insanity and an unknown virus. I miss humanity.

"Hey," a woman said to me as she sat beside me. I glanced over at her.

"Hey," I replied. "Tara, right?"

"Yeah," she smiled at me. "Congrats on your engagement, by the way." She pointed to my ring.

"Oh, thanks," I muttered, dropping my gaze to my hand. I couldn't help but frown, though, thinking of what I said to Daryl.

"Everything okay?" Tara asked. I quickly lifted my gaze to meet hers before bringing it back to my lap.

"Uh, yeah," I stuttered, trying to keep it together.

"Look, I know we've never really talked, but I do know when someone's not alright." Tara paused before adding, "And I promise, whatever it is will stay between you and me."