It was the next morning and I was getting dressed in the RV. I took off my shirt and removed the bandage. My wound was closed up completely so I didn't bother to rewrap it. I heard the door open and turned around to see Daryl looking at me, and the only thing I had on top was my bra.
I blushed but looked at him as seriously as I could. "Like what you see Dixon?" I smirked.
"Yeah." He said bluntly.
Okay, I didn't expect that answer.
I put my shirt back on and Daryl walked up to me. He put his hands on my waist and leaned me against the wall. I put my hands on his chest and kissed his cheek.
"Daryl.." I said.
"Yeah?" He said and kissed my lips.
"I was going to search for Sophia. You want to come with me?" I asked.
He nodded and smiled. "Better than you going alone."
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I would be fine going alone. Don't make me regret inviting you." I joked.
He smiled and was about to kiss me again when we heard someone clear their throat at the door. We looked over and saw T-Dog watching us.
"Hah!" He laughed. "There is something going on."
I stepped away from Daryl and grabbed my rifle and pistol from off the table. Rick heard the laughter and walked into the RV too.
"Rick." I said. "Daryl and I are going to look for Sophia."
"Okay. Be safe out there, and be back before dark." He said and shook Daryl's hand.
"We will." Daryl said.
T-Dog nudged Rick. "You won." He said and Rick chuckled.
"Won what?" Daryl asked.
"A bet that something was going on between you two." T said.
I just shook my head and everyone else laughed. I took a drink of water and then walked over to Daryl. I grabbed his arm and he looked at me.
"Let's go... Lover boy." I smiled and we walked out of the RV and I heard Rick laughing in the background.
"Lover boy, huh?" He smirked.
"Well they aren't wrong. There's definitely something going on." I said.
We walked over to the stables and I saddled up the horse I rode yesterday. I mounted the horse and held out my hand for Daryl. I helped lift him onto the horse behind me and I grabbed the reins.
"You know how to ride don't you?" He asked.
"What one are you referring to?" I joked.
He just smirked and I walked the horse out into the field.
"Hold on." I said, and Daryl held onto my waist.
I kicked the horse into a gallop and we rode into the forest. Daryl was gripping tightly onto my waist and I could tell he's never been on a horse before. I was laughing, and once again smiling big as I felt the wind on my face.
I rode about a mile into the forest where the group hasn't searched yet. We walked along a small trail that followed a small creek. It turned out that the creek dropped into a pond that was about twenty feet under us. The pond was in a small gorge that had steep sides, and we were riding right passed it.
"Kell. Wait." Daryl said and I stopped the horse. "Look." He pointed down by the pond. "Is that Sophia's doll?"
I looked where he was pointing and gasped in shock. It was Sophia's doll. She could be right here under us.
"Let's go." I said and moved the horse forwards. "We have to find a way down there."
It was definitely steep and we couldn't ride down there. The best idea I have it to ride farther down the gorge to a flatter area and walk up towards the pond. It was a little bit longer but safer.
As we were riding alone, we heard a rustling in the bushes. The horse was getting anxious and started refusing to listen.
"Come on." I muttered, juggling the reins.
All of a sudden we heard a loud rattling noise and a rattlesnake popped out from the bushes. The horse got spooked and that's when shit got serious. He was rearing, whining, bucking, and doing anything to get us off his back. Eventually it worked because he reared up so high that me and Daryl fell off his back, and right into the gorge, twenty feet below.
We tumbled down the hill fast. I heard Daryl grunting, then yell in pain. I landed on the ground hard and felt my ankle twist, and I cried in pain. I crashed into the dirt hard and groaned in pain. It felt like all my old wounds were coming back, the concussion, the leg, and the gunshot, and it was extremely painful. A few feet away I heard Daryl hit the ground and groan in pain.
"Daryl!" I called out, but couldn't manage to get up yet.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled.
I saw him clutching his side and breathing heavy. I rolled over and slowly stood up, trying to move through the pain. I limped over to Daryl and saw that he had an arrow through his side.
"Oh shit." I said as I approached him. "Are you okay?"
He didn't answer me. Instead he quickly cut off the sleeves of his shirt and knotted them around the arrow. He then stood up and found a long stick, which he then started poking around in the pond. I saw him bend over and pick up his crossbow that fell into the water. He then walked back over to me and grabbed my shoulder.
"You okay?" He asked me.
"I'm more worried about you." I said and pointed to the arrow.
He scoffed and waved his hand at me like it was no big deal. Still with the arrow in his side, and walked over to the base of the cliff and began climbing.
"Fucking idiot." I thought.
He grabbed onto a log and once he tried to pull himself up, the log gave way and he fell back down. I ran over to his side and tried to lift him up.
"Don't fucking touch me." He yelled and pushed my arms away.
"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.
"Leave me alone. I don't need your help." He yelled.
He was fucking losing it. It was the pain getting to him because he knew he was now vulnerable.
"Daryl. Let me help-" I said and tried to lift him up.
He pushed me away. "Get away from me you crazy bitch! I don't need your help." He yelled. "You don't know me."
I crossed my arms and looked at him. "You really want to do this right now?" I asked him.
He stood up and stared at me.
"I know a lot about you." I began, and raised my voice. "I know you're a loner redneck. You never let anyone get close, so when you want to be an asshole no one will give a shit! And I know you said you loved me, but I think you were mistaking." I yelled in his face, but soon regretted what I said.
He glared at me and I saw the anger in his eyes. He quickly raised his hand up to slap me, but slowly lowered it a second later.
"Bitch." He muttered under his breath.
He backed up and sat down on a rock. I backed away from him and felt myself panicking and my eyes started watering. I watched as Daryl bit a piece of his shirt and grabbed the arrow with both hands. He breathed in heavily then proceeded to pull out the arrow. I couldn't help but look away and when I looked back the was holding the arrow. He threw it on the ground and walked back over to the cliff wall. He began climbing again, but I refused to move. I was waiting for something bad to happened, and it did.
Daryl was really weak and he fell down to the ground from a few feet up. I walked over to him to make sure he was okay.
"Damn it." I muttered.
He passed out.
"How the HELL am I going to get us out of here?"
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A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)
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