Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~16~

Rick was frozen seeing you sitting there unmoving, so lifeless. It was surreal, and couldn't possibly be reality. The man they learned was called Otis, immediately rushes down to Shane's side. He places his fingers to your neck, pausing, searching, praying for a heart beat. "I-Is she..." Shane barely chokes out due to his throat that felt like it was closing up on him, immediately fearing the absolute worst. It also didn't help that he was unable to see you clearly from the tears flooding his vision from thinking he just let you just slip though his fingers. Otis heaves a sigh of relief, "I have a pulse- She's alive, but she won't be if we don't slow this bleedin'." He says while looking up at Rick. Your twin also breaths a huge sigh of relief while stepping back in total shock from the flood of paralyzing emotion he was muscling through. "Can ya carry her?" Otis asks Shane who quickly nods, still blinking tears out of his eyes because he can't make them stop flowing. So very gingerly, Shane lifts you up into his arms, and Otis opens the door while Rick walks in behind Shane.

"Is that the other one?" The older man, Hershal, asks form inside the room where Carl lays with tight bandages around his torso. Hershal quickly wipes Carl's blood from his hands. "Yes, this ones worse off. Where can we put her?" Otis asks and Hershal sighs about to answer when his oldest daughter beats him to it. "There's a spare room. Down the hall." Maggie tells Shane, pointing to the only unopened door in the hallway. Rick rushes to the door, swinging it open as Hershal and Otis rush in. Both men immediately yanking the bed sheets off before Shane lays you gently down. Hershal wastes no time cutting your black t-shirt off, leaving you in just your black bra. He quickly places bandages over the wound, slowing the bleeding so he can get a batter look at the three different nasty gashes in your side. The two longer and gnarlier ones coming over your ribs. If you looked close enough, you could actually see your rib bones in the gash, but it was too bloody to know that yet.

"Again- the deer slowed the bullet down which saved certainly her life. Like the boy, they did not go clean though. The bullet broke up into pieces, and judging from it, if she hadn't taken these that boy would be dead right now. If I can get them out- and I'm counting three on her. I can try to save her." Hershal explains before Rick cuts him off in total shock. "Lori doesn't know... She- my wife doesn't know... my wife doesn't know." Rick stutters still in shock from the news. "Rick. I know this is an impossible decision but I need you to chose who I'm to work on first." Hershal says while looking up at Rick after he finished wrapping your wound to control the bleeding. Ricks mouth goes bone dry and he just stares at Hershal. Shane looks down at your pale, sweat slicked face, "Carl. She said to save him first. ...She'll fuckin' kill us all if you don't." Shane says while looking up at Hershal, who just stares at Rick waiting for him to confirm it. Rick nods once slowly, obviously torn in half with the impossible decision before him. Hershal nods, "Let's get to work then." He says as he stands and quickly makes his way back to Carl with Rick and his Maggie hot on his heels. Shane looks down to you, gently grabbing your hand when he feels a wave of panic wash over him again at the thought that you might not make it. He takes in a shaky breath doing the old breathing exercises you used to coach him though as a kid.

Finally after a few minutes he gets control of his breath again, and he hears Carl scream in pain. "You stay breathin', (Y/n)- I'll be right back." Shane tells you before releasing your hand and rushing to Carl's room. He rounds the corner seeing Maggie and Hershal holding Carl down and Rick screams at Hershal. "Stop! You're killing him!!" Rick screams in heart shattering fear, so hurt that it breaks his voice while Patricia struggles to stick Rick with a needle. Hershal didn't stop but calmly as possible responds, "Rick- he needs blood. You come hold him down!" Hershal yells at Rick before looking at Shane. Shane rushes over, helping hold Carl down like he was told, and Rick sits down in a chair while Otis' wife, continued to start taking his blood. Hershal keeps working, despite Carl's pained cry's, and Shane grits his teeth hating seeing this unfold in front of him. Shane looks up instantly when Carl abruptly stops moving, then he looks over between Rick and Hershal in panic. Hershal stays calm, telling them that Carl had just passed out before he pulls out a fragment of the bullet from Carl's abdomen. He wastes no time diving back into what he was doing.