My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 30- Waiting for a Cure

This is a really short chapter, but I swear it's gonna get better soon. There has to be a boring part sometimes right?

************************************

I clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly, feeling his rugged skin underneath my finger tips as I tried to savour my last moments with him.

His musky scent was stuck in his clothes, and I didn't want to leave his arms ever, because once I did, I knew he'd leave me here while he leaves to try and find a cure.

I tried to bring him closer, if that was even possible. His strong arms were firmly wrapped around me in a longing embrace that made my heart ache with every secound.

"Daryl." Tyreese mumbled as he opened the car door for himself.

"Just gimme another sec'." He mumbled into my hair.

He gave me one last longing squeeze before kissing the top of my forehead, and looking down at me painfully. "Go, they need you." I whispered, staring past him to his waiting group members.

"I'll be back soon." He grumbled, releasing me slowly as he made his way to the drivers door.

"I know." I said, feeling Victoria latch onto my leg silently.

Everyone else climbed into the car, and Daryl looked at me and Victoria carefully before he began to sink down into the drivers seat.

"I love you." I called out, making his eyes find mine.

"I know." He replied quietly before fully sitting down in the car, and slamming the door behind him.

I watched as the car slowly drove down the old dirt path and drifted away from the Prison and towards a cure.

"When's he coming back?" Victoria sighed quietly, clinging to my leg weakly.

"Soon love, he's gonna make you feel better. He's getting you lots of good things that will make your cough go away forever." I whispered to her, watching the last dust cloud disperse as if the car had never driven through there.

She coughed loudly, wobbling to the side as the sickness tore through her tiny body.

"Common' baby." I sighed, scooping Victoria into my arms and heading for cell block A.

I pushed open the heavy door and the stench of blood and death laid heavy in the air as the door clicked shut behind us. Victoria buried her face in the crook of my neck, and I pushed onwards towards the coughing and wheezing of the sick.

Several people walked limply outside of the cell block, leaning on the tables and walls for support, Sasha being one of them. "What's the system in here?" I asked, looking at her terrible state.

"Pick a bed, fall into it, try not to die." She mumbled morbidly before coughing into her arm.

I looked at her sadly, hoping that Sasha would take it easy in her sickly state. "Glenn's healthier than me, he's in that cell over there." She said, pointing to one of the distant cells. "Take her there, at least he's a friendly face."

I nodded and brought myself to Glenn's lonesome cell. He looked up at me slowly when I entered, his face falling heavily when he realized it was Victoria and I. "Lay her down here." Glenn said, shifting over so that he was sitting up and left enough room for Victoria to lay.

I set her down gently on the bed before she began coughing again, this time sounding more and more sick.

Glenn moved a shaky hand to smooth back the hair in and around her face, her eyes closing shortly after that. I quietly sat down in the chair opposite the bed. "You too?" He mumbled, looking down at Victoria sadly.

I nodded, running a hand through my hair as Glenn let out a congested cough. "So husband eh?" He asked.

I furrowed my brow and looked at him in confusion. "What?" I questioned.

"Back at the meeting, you called him your husband." Glenn explained.

"Oh." I stated, wondering how Glenn remembered such a tiny detail. "Um yeah, we just decided a few days ago I suppose." I explained.

He nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. "I remember.... I cut the finger off a walker, used the ring to propose." He chuckled, remembering the happy moment.

"Who woulda thought." He mumbled, shaking his head.

"Thought what?" I wondered, looking at him curiously.

"Me marrying a farm girl, you marrying some backyard hick." He added.

I smiled, agreeing with him and then the urge to cough was suddenly shaking through me.

I hunched over and coughed, choking for air. Glenns hand went to my hair, pulling it back from my face as he brought a small bucket to my mouth where I choked out sticky, red, blood.

I panted for my breath as Glenn handed me some water. "Thanks." I wheezed, taking the water from him shakily.

I drank it slowly, being careful to not choke and waste it all. I nodded to Glenn thankfully and he stood up from the bed, wobbling a little as he did so.

I reached out for him, trying to help him keep his balance. But he shook his head, stumbling towards the door. "Get some rest, I'm gonna go talk to Caleb." Glenn urged before leaving the cell.

I got up from the chair, feeling a nasty headache coming on. I laid down beside Victoria, her body instantly snuggling up against mine as she slept soundly.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted and empty. I slowly started to drift off, thinking about how Daryl would be back soon, a cure with him.

And that soothing thought dragged me into a dark sleep.