Survive {Carl Grimes}

Chapter 3

I felt a shiver across my body as I forced my eyes open to the dark hidden cell. Remembering events from yesterday, seeing Daryl again made me feel something I haven't felt since Ray died. Fear. Fear that he would bring my soft side out.

I couldn't get soft. Being the way I am keeps me alive. I rolled onto my back staring at the dull ceiling and groaning intently as I heard someone walk towards my cell. Probably the same person that was here every morning since i was put in here.

"Go away Daryl. I don't care what you have to say!" I yelled but the body didn't move.

"So it's true. You're Daryl's sister?" A young voice states, confusing me. I sat up to see the same boy who had shot me knocking me out in the first place.

I gave him a death glare as he returned one. "Yes. I am. Now unless your gonna let me out to go then polity piss off." I screwed as I sat up against the wall on the bed with my knees high to my chest again.

The rattling of the cuffs made their way to my ears as it reminded me that I was trapped. The young boy didn't falter. "Didn't you hear me, sheriff dork! Go away." I yell as he stood there looking at me.

I turned away looking straight at the other wall before hearing a click making my head snap back to see the boy pulling the door open and walking inside. "Are you stupid or something?"

The young sheriff shook his head putting the keys down on my bed. "Unlock your chains. Go on!" I didn't move. I just faltered and looked at the keys wondering if this was a test or not. I turned away from the keys looking away from both it and the boy.

"You can't can you. Because for once in your life since this all started you feel safe not having to watch your back every 5 seconds to survive." The boy spoke as he sat in the chair opposite my bed. I knew he was right but I ignored him.

"My name is Carl Grimes. The guy that locked you in here, that's my dad. Rick." He spoke freely. I continued to ignore him as his words flowed through out the cell.

Feeling myself huff in defeat I looked at the young sheriff before nodding. "Daisy Dixon-Giggs." He smiled at me and I felt a small smile tug at my lips.

"Carl! What the hell?!" I looked up to see the leader, Rick, stood angrily inside the cell before pulling his son out of the cell, picking up the keys before locking the cell again and pulling his son away from my cell.

I could feel my eyes start to sting as the familiar feeling drifting into me. I felt a tear drip down my cheek before wiping it away as quick as it fell. I knew the words Carl spoke were right but they would never let me stay. Not now.

I laid back on my bed before falling to asleep once again.
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I awoke to the sound of metal against metal. I looked up to see Rick back with a glare. "My son seems to think that you are a good person. Is he right?" His voice held so much hope. I wanted to say yes so badly.

I wanted to apologise for my earlier actions but I couldn't. I wasn't letting my guard down for even a second. "No. I'm a monster. You're best best is to let me go before I hurt someone you love." I couldn't help the words filling the air.

Rick growled before unlocking the door and holding a pistol to my head. I didn't falter but instead stood up of the bed and held my forehead in the middle of the gun. "Do it, Rick. Go on. Kill me!"

"Rick!" He faltered as the voice boomed through the cell. I looked as my brother stood behind him. "Please. Don't." He pleaded. The gun slowly dropped from my head as Rick held his stare at me.

Rick disappeared away and I looked at my brother. "Don't expect a thank you!" I said turning away sitting on my bed again looking away from my brothers figure walking away locking the cell and leaving me to my thoughts.

I laid staring, something I had got good at this last few days. I was starting to feel the hunger pains in my stomach. I knew I needed to eat soon before I collapsed. I looked at the floor to see the tray from this morning still there.

I stood up and brought the tray to the bed. I nibbled at the bread filling the hunger pain growing in my abdomen. As I finished the bread, I took a sip of the cool liquid that ran down my throat. I put the try back near the door and laid down before letting the tears fall not bothering to wipe them away.

I hugged my body feeling the shiver return before feeling myself collapsing. My body was shutting down. The food not being enough. I tried to stand but my legs failed under me. And I fell to the floor.

"Daryl." My croaking voice called out but was too quite. "Daryl." The same voice escaped my throat before feeling darkness surround me and all strength in me disappeared.
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Daryl's P.O.V
As I left my sisters cell, locking the door, I followed Rick back to the main cafeteria. "What the hell was that, man?" I said catching his shoulder stopping him. He turned to me rubbing his chin.

"I know she's your sister Daryl but she tried to kill Mika. Then she threatened someone else. She's dangerous." He said pointing in the direction of Daisy. I felt anger boil up inside me. "She's not dangerous, Rick. She's just lost." I yelled back.

The main group filled into the room hearing our argument. "I'm sorry Daryl but she goes. Tonight!" He yelled before walking away outside making anger bubble up inside me. I look at the people I have come to care for look at me shocked. Carl and Beth looking at me sympathetically.

I huffed as I turn back around going towards my sisters cell. "Daisy?" I turned the corner and walked up to her cell door and seeing her unconscious body on the floor with sweat forming a puddle around her head. I grabbed the keys fiddling to get the door open before sliding inside and holding her head up.
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AN: I find this chapter really bad but it gets the message across.

Will she be welcomed into the prison?
Will Rick forgive her?

Toodles
-WQ