Lost then found • Daryl Dixon

Chapter Twenty Two

"Everyone else is okay?" I ask them as I sat on the bed holding my little sister in my arms, she's so perfect and tiny. She looked like Lori, but you could definitely see the hints of Shane in her.

"Everyone else is okay," dad told us, the tears still in his eyes.

"Does she have a name yet?" I looked up, everyone was still huddled around the cell. "Daryl's been calling her little ass kicker," Carl tells me, causing me to laugh.

I look at Daryl and smile, "I like it."

"Let's get that head looked at," Hershel says, sitting on the bed beside me.

"Its okay, I can do it," I smile to him. Dad looks down giving me an unimpressed look. "Let Hershel take a look, Kay."

I roll my eyes, "I can do a running whipstitch with my eyes closed, someone just get me a mirror and I'm good to go."

The unimpressed look on dad's face now transferred on to Daryl's too, causing me to sigh. "Fine, this once, but be careful, it hurts like a bitch," I tell Hershel. He lets out a small chuckle, grabbing a suture kit and some antiseptic wipes.

"Here, Carl," I call him over, I hold out my arms and he carefully lifts little ass kicker out of my arms.

"It's lucky you seem to have nine lives, " Hershel laughs, Carl laughs a little.

I wince when Hershel starts to dab the cut. I close my eyes once I feel the needle going through my skin, my hands gripping the sheets on the bed. I can feel the tears burning up behind my eyelids as I struggle to keep them at bay.

"Nearly done," Hershel tells me, I hum in response.

"I'm putting this one on to help keep it clean, you know the drill with it." He wraps a bandage over the now stitched cut and around my head.

I watch dad and Daryl move off to the side talking about something, but not loud enough for me to hear.

"Thank you," I give him a half smile once he's finished.

Standing up to my feet, Carl looks up at me starting to laugh. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"You look weird, " he tells me, causing me to laugh a little.

"Didn't you know this is in style now?" he looked at me, confused. "Oh yeah, must have look for the end of the world," I try to say seriously but we both burst out laughing.

Daryl and dad started making their way back towards the common room, Hershel following after them with a bag of supplies. I look at Carl, confused.

"We found a woman outside the fence, she was hurt bad so dad brought her in. She a had shopping basket with formula in it," he tells me. I give him a nod and followed after them.

Walking into the common room, there's a dark skinned lady with killer dreadlocks, she was holding her leg. I guess that's where she was hurt. She didn't look very happy to be here, that was for sure.

"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food, water, and then send you on your way," Dad tells her, Daryl stands the other side of him, his crossbow ready if he needed to use it.

His eyes dart to me as I sat on the table next to them, Hershel leaned against the table next to me.

"But you're going to have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula," Dad tells her.

Her eyes looked around the room, from dad to Daryl, Hershel, then me before she looked back up at dad. "The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl." My eyes go wide, Maggie and Glenn.