Chapter 12

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Faye's pov 

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Faye's pov 

I opened my eyes, I groaned as I sat up, where am I  what's that? There was something on the bedside table I reached out and picked it up, the cold metal chain was connected to what looks like dog tags, I grabbed them and turned them so I could look at them.

Yeah, definitely dog tags one of them had the name Kat on it the other had the name, Faye King. I heard a knock on the door, I sat the chain on my lap as two guys walked in, one was an old man the other was a redneck.

"Good morning Faye, now do you remember me?" The old man says, Is my name really Faye were they telling the truth? This could just be a plan to hurt me or something. I should give them a chance before I judge them. "uh no, should I?" I mumbled. 

"Rick was right she did lose her memory" the old man said looking at the redneck "is there anything we can do?" he asks "Daryl, you should just talk to her, tell her some stuff you too have done, it might help" Daryl nods "okay thanks Hershel" he says, Hershel nods and leaves the room.

Daryl walks over and sits next to me on the bed.  "so you're going to tell me a story huh?" I said with a small smile, He smiles, a small smile but still a smile. "Yeah, I guess so" He says "what story are we starting with?" I asked,  "About the time we got into a fight"  he said "I don't remember us getting into a fight, but I bet I won" I said with a cocky smile. 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that" he says, "what caused the fight?" I asked he stiffens, it can't be that bad, can it? "well.."  he said "we were at the CDC and we got drunk" he continues I frown I don't like where this is going. "and well we ended up kissing, I got angry and I pushed you away" he mumbles 

"be careful, next time" he says "but you'll be there to save me right?" I said giggling dang I'm drunk. I pulled my self up so I was sitting on the counter.

"Right?" I asked again "yeah" he says with a small smile. I grabbed his hand pulling him closer, I wrapped my arms around his waist, he tenses up "what are you doing?" he asks I looked at him "hugging you" I said, I stared into his ocean blue eyes, though I rather call the Dixon blue eyes since merle had them too.

I found my self leaning towards him, he was leaning toward me as well, I pressed my lips against his kissing him, he kissed back, for a few seconds before he pushes me away "stay the hell away from me, stupid kid" he says before angrily storming out.

I blinked rapidly, I remember now "and later that night Rick brought my drunken ass to our room, I ended up punching the mirror" I said with a smile, Daryl smiles "you remember?"  he asks. "Yeah, I remember up to the point of being beaten, but then everything goes black, Daryl what happened?" I asked. 

"Well, we found the camp that took you" he says "yeah?" he looks at me with a worried look on his face "they were dead" he says quietly "okay some walker could have gotten them" I said confused, he sighs "Faye, they were burned, some were stabbed or had their throat slit"  My eyes widened "Shane and Rick found you, you were covered in blood" Realization hit me, I had killed those men without any hesitation. 

"No" I cried, tears fell down my face Daryl wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. I cuddled into his chest, he rubbed my back as I cried. 

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"So you're telling me that Andrea shot you?"  I asked as I looked at Daryl, Robin was sitting next to me now smiling. "yeah" he says "and you're okay with it?" I asked "she apologized," he says "okay but if it happens again..."  I muttered causing Robin to burst out laughing. I turned and glared at her "what?" she completely ignores me and continues to laugh. I missed her so much I'm glad she's okay. 

~752 words~


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