a dead world || {daryl dixon} || (being changed and edited since 3/26/2022 ||

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 6

*Daryl's Point of View*

I sat in the living room, one leg over the other one, the last words she spoke replaying in my mind. Don't think I can do it though. Can't kill her. 

My leg jolted up and down with every scream and wince I heard coming from the back door. There was nothing in the moment I could do to save her. She was already dead. The screams were so loud they couldv'e knocked the door down. My body couldn't take any more of the anticipation, just for Hershel to come out of the room telling me shes was dead. My legs began pacing around the small little living room as my thumb found my mouth, the skin slowly erasing from my finger. 

"What happened"? Shane asked busting into the house. Rick followed. I looked up to him still sad. 

"Someone shot and stabbed her. We ran out of anesthetic with me and Carl. She is in there, but she's gonna die. Hershel said there's a slim chance". I said sadly, looking down. 

I'm bad luck. Any one that gets too close to me dies. My mom, my dad, her. Hell , probably even Merle. That bastard stuck in Atlanta. 

No one can kill Merle except Merle. 

Rick noticed I was sad. 

"Why don't you go outside". He said, as the yelling lowered down. 

"She wanted me to do it". I grumbled. Hershel stepped out of the room, blood soaking his hands. His face was pale and the color was drained from his eyes. 

"Is she-". I was interrupted by the old man. 

"I'll check on her in one hour. The operation is done. Bullets out. She was strong". He said, as he went to the kitchen, completely ignoring everyone there besides me. 

"One of you can go in there if you want". He offered. My legs found there way to the door I found a chair in there, and put my ass on it. I looked at her. This-beauty. Another person we are going to lose. I felt like she had to have had more time. 

Since she was good as dead, I wanted to do something. I reached for her hand, which has at the end of the bed. I held it.

 It was soft. 

I looked back to her, to see if she was turning or anything. Instead, the sign came somewhere else. I felt a squeeze on my hand. I looked to her, she wasn't turning. Her eyes were fluttering and her tongue was moving inside of her mouth. 

"Hershel"! I called for him, still staring down at Jordyn making sure I wasn't imaging nothing. 

"What!". He came rushing in. 

"She squeezed my hand, but she's not turning". I said calmly.

"Move. Move". He ordered me. I quickly moved out of the man's way, my hand falling out of hers. He used this long thing with a circle at the end of it to see her heartbeat. I don't know man. He was just doin' somethin'. 

"Holy Jesus"! He said

"What"? I asked, raising my voice. 

"Good God she's alive" Hershel said calmly giving me a small smile and knocking his head back and forth. He crept close to me and put his hand on my back. 

"This is God's way of giving you more time" He said to me as he exited the room. I looked at his shadow leaving the room as my eyes scatter back to her.