Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~14~

You were listening as best as you could as you paced back and forth. Your mind running a million miles an hour. Not only had Sophia been lost, but Daryl and T hadn't been seen since the herd came through. Even though it was only roughly about thirty minutes ago, it felt like a life time had passed you by. Worst of all, you couldn't take the not knowing if they were okay. It had made you so anxious that your whole body felt hot, and you physically couldn't keep still, hence the pacing like a mad woman. "Fuck it- I'm going to look for them, while you look for Sophia." You say quickly, mostly to Rick. "(Y/n) no-" Shane starts and you snap your gaze over to glare at him, immediately cutting him off. "Shane, I swear to god- I'll beat your ass if you try n stop me again." You snap while holding your ground, before taking a single step towards him, "And this time I won't fuckin' stop." You growl out dangerously while pointing at him. Shane immediately holds his hands up in surrender, slowly taking a step back and looking to Rick for help. "Sis. No. I need you here protectin'-" Rick starts but stops mid sentence to look past your seething form.

You spin around, your rifle up immediately up, thinking it was a walker or that herd. Only to gasp at the sight of Daryl and T stumbling towards the RV. Fresh blood all over the both of them. You instantly sling your gun over your shoulder while running towards them. "What happened- Are you guys okay!?" You ask quickly then while Daryl sets T down on the steps of the RV. Rick quickly starts looking T over while you physically check over Daryl. "M'fine, Darlin'. It ain't my blood." Daryl tells you while panting slightly after carrying T back to the RV. Still, you insisted on looking him over, just to be sure and a wave of relief washes over you when you find no wounds on him at all. He was pretty much unscathed aside from T-Dogs blood all over him. "Shit. ...(Y/n)." Rick says in worry from beside you, making you look down and the relief was short lived when you saw T's arm. It was practically sliced all the way up his forearm. You knelt down taking in the injury, "..Fuck." you accidentally mumble out loud earning you a groan from T while his head rolls to the side of the door way. Already exhausted from the blood loss. "Okay- Theo, you stay awake n keep calm. You're gonna be fine." You tell T calmly before looking over at Rick. "Um- I need alcohol, bandages, tape, a needle and thread- or floss, that will do too." You instruct quickly while looking up at Rick and Shane, who just stare at you. "Now!" You snap at them, jerking them both back into reality. They immediately scramble off to try and find the things you required to fix T's arm. So you slide a crate directly in front of T on the steps and sit down in front of him.

You didn't have a lot of actual medical experience, but when your in the sticks of the Middle East, you learn to patch yourself and others up or your forced to face death. "Keep your arm up T. I'm gonna patch you up." You tell him, and he nods weakly at you. "You're the best..." he says weakly, and you smile at him. Trying to keep him as calm as possible, so his heart rate didn't spike and make him bleed even more. Finally Rick and Shane come back with the stuff you asked for. "We didn't have anymore rubbing alcohol, just vodka that Dale had stashed away. ..We also only have floss and electrical tape." Shane says as he hands you the stuff and you groan internally. "Okay." You say simply while taking the stuff from your two brothers and setting it out neatly. "Theo. Chug some." You state while handing the bottle of half full vodka to him, earning a confused look from him. Your head nods to the side, a more sympathy gesture than anything else. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch- trust me, just drink it." You inform him and he takes the bottle while you go through the few options of bandages you had. Trying to pick out the one that would work best.

After he had downed some of it with a disgusted face, he handed it to you and you take it from him. You sat there for a second letting the alcohol dull T-dogs nerves as best as it would. "Guys, go look for Sophia." You say looking up at Shane and Rick. "What?" Daryl asks making your gaze slowly move over to his now shocked confused one. You shake your head a little in saddened guilt, and he knew by your eyes it that whatever happened wasn't good. "Go with them. You're the best tracker here." You tell him, and he looks over at your brothers before nodding in agreement. "Alright." Daryl adds, before leaning down. Quickly kissing the top of your head before walking to his bike to grab something out of his bike bag. It looked like a flashlight and maybe a knife. You watched him walk over to where Rick and Shane now stood at the guard rails talking with Glenn about the search plan. "You guys be carful." You loudly state over at the four men, making them look over at you. "We will. Hold down the fort for us." Rick says back, trying to sound reassuring but you saw right through it. Your twin brother was just as worried and stressed out as you were. Rick paired up with Daryl and Shane with Glenn. You watched as they jumped the guard rails, and headed back into the woods in search of a no doubt very terrified Sophia. Taking in a deep calming breath, you turn back to T and hold his arm down a little. "Sorry-" You say before quickly dumping some of the stout, clear liquid over the wound enough to flush it out.