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

Chapter 6: Truth and A Promise

"Get up," a gruff voice said to me.

My eyes creaked open and I moaned to the feeling of a splitting headache. I put my hand to my forehead. Daryl nudged me with his foot. We had taken the small bedroom, since we were to get up early.

"I'm comin' I'm comin'," I muttered groggily, sinking further into the sleeping bag.

I heard Daryl's frustrated sigh.

"Ok, ok," I said crawling out of the bag.

I stood up and stretched. Daryl looked away as my top rolled up slightly. How cute. I ran my hand over my stomach feeling my piercings and my new stitches. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to brush out knots. I picked up my bow and followed Daryl downstairs. We walked to the kitchen, surprised to see Carol there. She held out a bag.

"Packed some things for you guys."

"Sandwiches?" I asked hopefully, taking the bag.

She shook her head laughing to herself.

"Man, I'd kill for some sandwiches," I grumbled following Daryl out the back door.


"Why don't chickens live in the woods," I sighed trudging behind Daryl, Sam trotting along beside me.

I eyed all of the dead squirrels he was carrying. No way am I eating them. When Daryl didn't reply I announced that I would love some BBQ chicken wings. To my surprise, laughed, Daryl Dixon laughed. Like, properly laughed.

"Quit it will ya?" he said, still laughing.

"Can't help that I miss chicken, Daryl," I was being serious. I'm starving!

"That's the first time y'say y'miss something 'nd it's chicken?"


He shook his head grinning slightly.

"Glad you can find this amusing, Dixon."

"Maybe if you shut up, Benning, we'll find a deer or somethin'," he stopped and waited for me.

I assumed he was talking about my yapping and how I seemed to crush every leaf and twig.

"Aren't ballerinas meant to be graceful?"

"I'm from the city," I said, rolling my eyes.

"How ya survive out here?"

"Well I had Sam- Wait, where's Sam?!" I held out my hand, stopping Daryl.

My eyes widened as I looked around. I pulled out my bow quickly, loading it.

"Probably sniffin' some mushrooms," Daryl shrugged.

He wasn't taking me seriously. Sam only ran away from me when they were around. I left Daryl's side looking for some sign of which way Sam went. I managed to get separated from Daryl completely. I felt a bit panicky so I called out to him.

"DARYL?!" I called. "Daryl?! You asshole! This isn't funny!"

I heard a gurgle to my immediate right. Spinning, I shot an arrow through it's skull. I heard more of them. Something told me to run towards them, which I did. I ran to the edge of the slope, seeing the group of walkers crowding around Daryl. He was fighting them off but I didn't hesitate to help.

I watched as one of the geeks with one arm, curled it's long bony fingers around the collar of Daryl's shirt. He managed to slip out of his shirt. In the process he skidded in the mud and landed on his back. Three more walkers began to limp towards him. One grabbed me, I managed to push it off and stab it in the throat with my dagger.

I whistled loudly, catching the attention of two of the four walkers closing in on Daryl. He was kicking the one closest to him. I fumbled with my arrows, hands shaking. The strap belonging to my quiver became loose and it slipped off my back. Hitting the ground, my arrows spilled out on the forest floor. I fell to my knees, grabbing an arrow along with a clump of dirt. I aimed my arrow the walker which was now on top of Daryl. I shot the other one down, and then the two coming towards me. I scooped up my arrows quickly and ran to Daryl, who was now trying to sit up. I offered him my hand but he swiped it away getting up.

"Are you alright?" I asked, quietly.

"Not bit if that's whatcha mean," Daryl muttered.

I looked down at the ground to see that it was covered in blood. He had fallen on some stones and roots, that stuck out of the ground.

"I should take a look, just in case," I said trying to ignore the fact he was topless.

Which was hard, because god damn I wasn't expecting those muscles. He shook his head.

"I'm fine."

"You're bleeding, Daryl!" I frowned attempting to walk around him. He turned to face me.

"Daryl, stop. It could get infected!" my right hand grabbed his left shoulder, turning him.

Blood was gushing out of his wound, dripping to the ground. But that's not why I gasped. His broad back was laced with old scars. I understood immediately why he didn't want my help. We retraced our steps in silence, back to where Daryl had to drop the bag Carol gave us. I picked it up and walked over to Daryl who had sat down on some large rocks.

I sat behind him, crossing my legs. I opened the bag and thanked the lord for Carol. She had packed a first aid kit. Using a cotton wad and some bottled water I cleaned the drying blood off his back. The gash was in an awkward place, right between his shoulder blades. Looking at his tattoo, I tried to ignore the cigarette burns on his back. My heart broke for him, no wonder he was such an asshole. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. What was I to say? Something about my mom? That was a bit cliche.

"I'm sorry Daryl," I muttered.

"Why?" he spat. " 'Cause'a my scars?"

"No, because if I wasn't such a clutz I would have known they were around," I mumbled.

He barely flinched as I applied disinfectant. He shrugged ever so slightly. Sam trotted over to us wagging his tail happily. I sighed. Knowing I was going to tell him soon...

"I murdered my mom," I whispered.

Daryl's head whipped around to look at me. I avoided his eyes.

"I broke into her house, shot her in the chest with an arrow while she was sleeping... I was gonna turn myself in but this all happened. That's why I don't know where my family is. I told them to leave so they wouldn't get blamed," I finally met his eyes.

They didn't tell me anything, but they comforted me a little. I took his features, feeling this would be the last I'd see him. He would tell Rick and the group. They would label me psycho and I'd be alone again. I wrapped a bandage around his back and chest. I got up handing his shirt. He snatched it out of my hands and walked away quickly, leaving me to repack the bag. I picked up the squirrels and carried them back, arms length away.


I skipped dinner, I wasn't very hungry anyway. I lay on my back staring intently at the ceiling with my arms behind my head. The door swung open banging off the wall. Daryl stomped into the room. Either he didn't give a damn or knew I was awake. I didn't look at him, knowing he was probably getting changed. He threw himself down on his make-shift bed and fell quiet.

"Did you tell them?" I whispered after a few seconds.

"Tell 'em what," he sighed.

"About my mom..."


"...Thanks," I smiled.

"Kept askin' stuff though," he muttered.

I could tell he had had an argument with someone, he just sounded pissy. I nodded and didn't say anything.

"Why'd y'do it?" he asked.

I was a little shocked that he was trying to have a conversation with me really so it took a few moments for it to register.

"I wanted her dead. Wasn't worth it really, since this happened. Shoulda left 'er."

Daryl grunted in response.

"Where's yours?" I asked.

"She died."


Daryl groaned loudly. "What? I'm tryna sleep, Harleigh."

"Nevermind. Night," I said, turning away as he grunted again. The door opened slowly.

"Harleigh?" I heard Lori whisper. "You awake?"

I sat up nodding. The only light in the room was from the moon so she slowly made her way over to my make-shift bed and sat down.

"I never thanked you for saving my son," she stated. I shrugged awkwardly.

"It was no problem."

She sat quietly for a minute.

"I have to ask you to do something for me."

"What is it?" I frowned.

"I'm afraid that... I'm not going to be around for Carl, especially with this baby coming-"

"You have Hershel, he can deliver-"

"Things could still go wrong."

I nodded, she was right.

"I'm asking you, if somethings happens to me, will you take care of him?"

"What about Carol? I mean you know her longer..."

"I hate to say this, but it's you and Daryl that are going to make it out of this. I couldn't ask Daryl to mind Carl!" she laughed.

I felt awkward knowing Daryl was still awake, I didn't say anything about it though.

"Carl can do this, he's going to grow up with it," I told her.

"It makes me sad," she whispered.

"This is just one of those things that will sort itself out," I said, trying to comfort her.

She nodded.

"Also, Harleigh, I'm scared for Rick. He's a great man, but this is going to get to him," she sighed. "When I'm gone, please try to support him. Be there for him..."

"You're staying," I said to her. I was getting annoyed that she had given up already. She laughed quietly.

"I know I shouldn't even be asking this of you. Will you promise me to look after my boys?"

"Anything for a dying woman," I said rolling my eyes.

I realized it was kinda harsh but she laughed.

"Thank you."

With that she got up and left the room in silence once more.

"Can't get any damn shut eye in this place," Daryl muttered.

I laughed at him, closing my eyes.


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