run to you | daryl dixon

chapter twenty-seven

ALLISON STOMPED INTO THE PRISON, HER WHOLE BODY SHAKING. Every time the woman would look to her hands, she would see them covered in blood and shaking immensely. She walked through the cell block and bumped into many people, everyone giving her a dirty look.

Daryl watched as she walked away and wanted nothing more than to follow her and comfort her the best way he knew how. As he paced back and forth slightly, he decided against it and decided to stay outside, giving her space. 

Maggie saw her walk in, her eyes wide and panicked and she immediately followed her, seeing the woman on her bed, her hands running through her hair as she went to look for something in her bag, groaning in response as she couldn't find it. "Allison? Hey." She looked at her sister, her eyes dark as her hands were shaking and her breathing was picking up.

"No, no, no." Allison mumbled, her face paler than before.

Maggie placed her hands on her sister's face, making her look into her eyes. "Hey. Look at me... look at me!" She yelled, knowing it was the only way for her to calm down and listen.

A tear fell from her left eye as she looked into Maggie's eyes, breathing deeply. "I can't, Maggie. I can't. I don't want to." Allison cried, her sister looking at her with wide eyes.

"You're okay." Maggie assured her as she kept shaking her head, looking down to the ground. She followed her eyes and grabbed whatever was in her bag and she sighed deeply at her sister.

"I-I didn't take any." Allison told her sister, sobbing as she covered her face with her hands. "I wanted to. But I didn't."

Maggie put the pills in her pocket and turned to her sister, sitting next to her on the bed, gripping her hand. "When's the last time you slept?"

Allison shrugged and looked to her. "I don't know. Last week?" She stated, but it sounded more like a question.

"Lay down." Maggie ordered her, Allison obeying as she laid her head down on the pillow, falling asleep almost instantly with dried tears on her cheeks.

Moving into the corner, Maggie buried her head into her knees, crying softly. Her sister was broken. It was almost as if she could feel it. Her heart broke for the girl as the tears fell onto the floor of the cell. When she looked into her eyes, she didn't see her sister anymore. She saw someone who couldn't come back. Someone who was shattered.

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Daryl inhaled and started to walk into the cell block, immediately being stopped by Maggie, who motioned for them to talk away from everyone. "What happened out there?" She asked him in a slight irritated tone.

He sighed and looked to the floor, biting his lip slightly. "The roof was gon' collapse. She was goin' back for her knife, not even hearin' my calls for her." Maggie looked to the floor and sighed, nodding her head. "Was like she wasn't there, y'know? She hardly talks to me anymore." He shrugged, trying not to show any emotion.

"That was her mom's knife. She's had it ever since she was young. Never took it off of her." She told him and he nodded, now looking at her through his hair. "She won't talk to me... maybe she'll talk to you." Maggie suggested, turning away and to her cell as she gave him a sad smile.

Daryl towards her cell hesitantly, not knowing whether she would want him in there or not.
Pulling the curtain back hesitantly, he saw her laying down on her back as she played with one of her throwing knives in her hands. "Hey."

The blonde didn't answer as she just sighed and turned away from him, still embarrassed from her breakdown earlier.

Daryl took notice of this as he walked closer to her bed, leaning against it. The two sat in comfortable silence and occasional sniffles from Allison were heard. "I'm sorry. For earlier." She stated shortly, not even looking at the man.

He now looked to her, noticing that she looked more beautiful than ever. Her hair was sprawled across her pillow as her eyes looked like the ocean, Daryl getting lost in them. Once she looked back, he looked to the ground. "Don't gotta apologize." He finally said softly.

Allison sat up on the bed and looked to him, his eyes on the floor. "What is it?" She asked him. He looked to her confused, so she elaborated. "Why do you care about me so much?" She scoffed, shrugging. "I'm not... as great as you think I am, Daryl. I'm... broken." Her voice cracked, her putting her head in her hands.

He looked to her with squinted eyes once he sat down on the bed. "That's why I like you." Daryl told her shyly. He wasn't used to this type of attention. He didn't need this type of attention, but oddly, he needed it from her. "You and me... we're the same."

The two just looked at each other. They kept eye contact as Allison leaned closer towards him slowly, seeing if he would accept her. Gripping his hand gently, she pressed her forehead against his, him closing his eyes tightly.

Daryl moved his hand to her cheek, rubbing her skin gently with his thumb. She smiled under his touch and motioned for him to lay down with her, to sleep. He didn't hesitate before he pulled her into him, her snuggling into his chest, sighing in comfort.

Daryl then felt something he hasn't felt in a long time; Love.