I Still Love You (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 2

My eyes fluttered open. I sat up. I was in a bed and my hands were tied to the bedpost.

I sat up. A blond girl who looked a little younger than me appeared in the doorway. "Oh, You're up." She seemed shy.

"Daddy! She's up!" The girl yelled.

An old man on crutches hobbled in and sat down next to the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine. Where am I? Who are you?" I frantically asked.

"Calm down. Were not going to hurt you. Im Hershel and this here is Beth." He pointed to the girl in the doorway.

"I'm Abbey. You didn't answer my question. Where am I?"

"At a prison. Rick and Glenn saved you. You have a sprained ankle and your skin got cut into."

"Ok great. Now can you untie me from this bedpost?"

"Sure." He chuckled.

He untied the rope and I rubbed my wrists. I tried to get up but he lightly pushed me down. "Not now. You need to let your ankle heal."

I rolled my eyes. "I've been through worse."

"You need to let your ankle heal." He repeated himself. He got up and left. Beth followed.

This was going to be hell. Sitting in bed with nothing to do. Screw that. I've been through worse pain. A sprained ankle is nothing. I got up and looked around to make sure Hershel or Beth weren't there.

I heard voices. The man with the beard came walking my way. "Ah, you're up. I was just coming to check on you. Im Rick."

"I'm Abbey."

My eyes traveled to the figure coming our way. "Rick!" He yelled. The voice was all too familiar. 

I almost didn't recognize him. My eyes went wide, my heart skipped a beat, my breath hitched in my throat.

"Daryl?"