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I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 38: Remain Violent

I poured the mucky water out of the basin while Carl folded some blankets and rags into a cardboard box as a bed for the little dogs. Daryl and Krista were outside the tent. I couldn't help but to feel jealous. Oh, I know, I shouldn't. I just can't help the fact that it got to me; one of my surviving victims with a sex profession was talking to a man who was ignoring me because I proclaimed my love to him. Oh and look they're going inside the tent. Together. How lovely. I am so happy right now.

Should have killed the bitch when I had the chance.

"Harleigh, have you eaten recently?"Hershal asked, behind me.

"No,"I sighed, I turned and walked with him inside.

Jay looked up and passed me a tin of beans.

"How are ya feelin' pet?" he asked.

I shrugged grumpily, snapping the tin open. I was sick of beans, but it's the best we had at the moment. Glenn chucked an apple over to me and I caught it in both hands. I put it down on the table.

"I've been told everything,"he sighed, keeping his voice low.

Everyone else was busy talking to one another anyway.

"Oh,"I mumbled, sticking my spoon into the beans.

I crinkled my nose, I wasn't really hungry.

"I'd be willing to give some of my blood, pet. We're the same."

I glanced at his frail arms. He probably had about as much as me.

"Have you been bitten?"I asked after swallowing a mouthful of beans.

He shook his head.

"Mom bit me"I muttered.

I looked up again and he was grinning.

"Great! I'm glad that bitch didn't make it! Ruined my son she did."

I pushed the beans away and stood up. He grabbed onto my wrist.

"Now, now missy. Talk to your ol' Pa."

I sighed and sat back down. I could almost feel what he wanted to talk about.

"Daryl's a nice man, isn't he?"

"I guess."

"Oh come on. I may be old but I ain't stupid. Both of ya's are smitten."

I frowned a little, how could he possibly think that? It was his first day walking around and we weren't talking.

"Even showed him some baby pictures of ya!"

"You what?" I asked, horror struck.

"Oh yeah! Keep 'em in my wallet."


Some of the others turned at my outburst. He then started laughing, almost hysterically. I stared at him, fuming.

"I'm just kiddin'! HA! I don't have any pictures of ya!"

I let out a sigh of relief, smiling a little. My grandad is evil.

"Ah yes, but your grandma kept a little book. I locked it up. I would like to go back and get it,"he sighed.

I watched as his face fell slightly thinking of the book. It would be stupid to go back, every time I visited my home bad stuff happened.

"Now, will ya go sort yourself out. Instead of moping, go talk to Daryl,"he said giving me a quick one armed hug.

I sighed and nodded. I walked outside, Sam following me down to the tent where Daryl was sitting outside on a stool sharpening some arrows.

"What's this?"I asked, gesturing to the tent.

"A tent."

"Why's it here?"

"Prison's stuffy."


I think it's really an excuse to get away from me.

"Are you hungry?"I asked, looking at the tent instead of him.

"Ate already."

"What did Krista want?"

He huffed a sigh.

"She needed a pillow."

"Oh, right."

I stood there, arms folded across my chest trying to think of something to say. I took a quick glance at him.

"Are they my arrows?"



I sat down on the grass and started to help him without even asking. I hoped some conversation would start, but nothing happened. There was just the scraping of arrow heads. I sighed.

"Daryl, I don't want you out here by yourself."

He continued sharpening an arrow, his eyes moving to mine and then back down again.

"What if someone drove through the gate with a bread truck full of walkers?"

"Deal with it if it happens,"he muttered.

"Can't you just move it closer?"


"Why the hell not?"

He didn't answer. I started to get annoyed. He was acting ridiculous now. Moving away from the group? I mean I hadn't done anything wrong. Had I? No. Glad we all agree here. I felt a sharp pain shoot through the palm of my hand. I looked down, I had been squeezing my sharpening knife. The growls of the walkers on the other side of the fence got louder. I dropped the bloody knife on the grass making Daryl look up.

"Jesus, Harleigh,"he muttered before standing up and going inside the tent.

I hated when he call me my full name. He knelt down in front of me and poured some alcohol on the fresh cut. I flinched a little watching the walkers gnash their teeth against the chain link fence. Now he was pressing some cloth on my hand, holding it in his. I looked up at his face, wanting to punch it.

"You said you didn't want to upset me,"I stated.

He concentrated even more on the cut.

"You're really pissing me off. I just want you to talk to me. I've had a shit day,"I continued, not really caring if he was even listening or not.

He started wrapping a bandage around my hand. He shrugged his shoulders. I scowled at him, yanking my hand away from him.

"I can do it myself."

"Suit y'self."

I could really feel the anger boiling up inside me now.

"You're a jerk."

"The hell d'ya wan' from me Leigh? Huh? Want me t'say I love y'too? Ain't gonna, 'cause I don't!" he spat.

"Don't want anything from you. I don't fuckin' need you."

"Not wha' y'meant last night."

"Yeah, well that was in the moment. I wish I never said a damn thing to you."

"Great, makes things simpler then don't it?"

"Yeah,"I muttered, standing up.

I needed a cigarette or something. I hurried back to my cell, rummaged in my bag for a pack of smokes and made my way outside again. I sat down against the wall and struck a match. Sam placed his head on my lap and began snoring instantly. It was nearly dark now. I watched the light in Daryl's tent illuminate the damp grass surrounding it.`I watched the smoke in front of me swirl in the night air. I rubbed my forehead listening to the chorus of the dead, still patrolling our perimeters. A lone shadow caught my eye moving across the yard. It took a moment to figure out it was Daryl and he was walking this way. Here we go.

"Y'gonna talk to me?" he asked, approaching me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Tried that already."

"Why are y'so damn mad at me?!"

"I'm not. I don't really care."

"Yeah, well. Tell Rick I'm gone huntin'."

"Tell 'em yourself!"

"Y'such a pain in the ass! I wanna get goin'."

"Then fuckin' go! Just go!"



He shook his head before turning away.

"Fuckin' bitch."

I swiftly got up onto my feet.

"Hey! Get the fuck back here Dixon! Don't you fuckin' call me that!"

"Call y'whatever the fuck I wan'! Y'dumb bitch!" he growled, stepping towards me and shoving my shoulder.

"Don't touch me asshole,"I snarled, putting my smoke out, ready to fight back.

"What? I'm allowed fuck y'but ain't allowed touch y'damn shoulder? Fuckin' skank," he spat shoving again.

Sam started growling viciously by my side, baring his teeth at Daryl. I bit back tears and shoved him away from me.

"Fuck off, Daryl."

I regretted saying anything because I could hear the hurt and weakness in my own voice. So did Daryl. His face fell slightly.

"Leigh... Look I-"

"Shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone."

He scowled again and began walking away, but I wasn't done. I pulled one of my combat boots of and chucked it at his broad back.


I should of left him to walk away. Next thing I know he's striding towards me again. Sam's now barking madly. Daryl raised his fist and I brace myself for the impact.

"HEY! Hey! What the hell you doing man?!"

I open my eyes to see Glenn standing in the doorway of the prison. Daryl took several steps away from me, his eyes on Glenn. Shaking his head, he leaves this time. I took a shaky breath, retrieving my shoe.

"Are you alright?" Glenn asked, cautiously.

I nodded slowly.


He nodded back.

"Come inside."

I followed him in, going straight to my cell and lying down. I was a shaken after that. I stared at the wall wondering what was going to happen next, but I have that same thought every night now. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.


not gonna lie, I love writing angry Daryl. Ahh swear words :)

They started showing Season 3 on the tv here in Ireland and I just died. It's so good. I want it to be October but I don't want the summer to end... ugghhh I love TWD so much man

anyways thanks for the reviews and all that... will update tomorrow cause i dont think you guys like when daryl and harliegh fight


I'm super sad because I've realized this may never get updated. It's legitimately the best story on this site

wolvesyroses wolvesyroses

Oh I really love this story. I hope it gets updated >< please update!

Gilyflower Gilyflower

This is the most amazing story ever on this site ever please update. Harleigh is amazing and you are a great writer.

reddeadwalker reddeadwalker

Amazing writing, as always.

SierraaDixon SierraaDixon

Holy crap please update!!! This is one of the best I've read in a long time!!!

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