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

Chapter 9: So Alive

I peeled my eyes open. They stung like crazy. The light were far too bright. Everything was white. Was I in a hospital. No? I'm sure they don't leave you on the ground in sticky stuff with only a jacket draped around you. A jacket that smelt like... animal? Shit. Where the hell am I? My head pumped with a splitting headache and my mind was swamped with some horrible dream. A dream I couldn't recall. Just blurs. Frightening blurs.

I remembered one thing... some guy called Daryl. It flooded back to me. Right apocalypse. Those dreams were probably hallucinations... or reality? I couldn't tell the difference so I shook them out of my head, propping myself up onto my elbows. I glanced down at the sticky floor. Ew gross, who's dry blood is that?

"Daryl," I croaked. "Daryl?!"

I pulled my stiff body into a sitting position. Using the counter beside me I yanked my body up off the floor. I stumbled forward, a sharp pain shot through my leg when I put pressure on it. Why was my leg hurting like a bitch? I limped towards the door to the hall. Grasping onto counters, the door frame and walls to pull myself along. I was slow, dragging your feet like they were bricks make it hard to get from one place to another.

"Daryl?!" I groaned.

I heard a snap. Pain shot through my right shoulder. I cried out.

"What the fuck man?! Why'd ye shoot me?!" I growled, slowly turning around to face Daryl.

He stared at me in shock. He basically had to drag his jaw off the ground.


"No, I'm Lady Freakin' Gaga. Nice to meetcha," I spat at him.

He stared at me longer, not saying a word. I frowned at him, I know he doesn't talk much but like... c'mon?!

"WHAT!? Are you fucking looking at. Damn." I spluttered impatiently.

"How... ya... Ya were bit."

I frowned. What? That had been a dream... Right? I looked down at my bandage showing through my ripped jeans. Blood soaked through the fabic all the way down to my knee, leaving trails on my boots . That stuff I woke up in was mine?

"What happened?"

"It's been three days..."

"Three... WHAT?"

He came closer and placed a hand on my forehead. He frowned.

"Let's get the arrow out."

"What happened to aim for the head, Dixon?"

He didn't reply as I grabbed his jacket off the floor and handed it back to him.

"Thanks," I mumbled, hopping up onto the table.

I sighed and slipped my t-shirt off. I wrapped one arm around my chest, even though I had a tank top on and had to turn away from him. Plus, hadn't he already seen 'em in the tent? Not that they were EVER very visible I mean they never were... Ever seen a busty ballerina? Me neither. Look, you try undress yourself in front of a guy in the apocalypse, okay? He slid the strap down off my shoulder carefully. I stared at the ground, feeling redness seep into my cheeks.

"This gon' hurt."

"No shit," I grumbled.

He made an impatient noise. Which basically meant "Well, okay bitch, I won't help you"

He yanked the arrow out with force. I flinched. I continued to flinched as he applied whatever to my back. Then he moved to the front and did the same thing. We avoided one another's eyes in the process. He'd shush me when I yelped. But not in an asshole-ish way. In a kind way... a Daryl kind of kind. I mean, he ain't a nurse. Better than nothin' though.

Once he was finished fixing me, I left to get changed. I went outside so we could get the hell outta here. Daryl had moved the bike from the outskirts of town to the house. It was parked beside the path, with him waiting and sitting, wiping his hands on an oily rag gazing off into the distance. I was still wondering what the hell had just happened to me. I guess he was just as confused as I was.


"Don't. We're not gon' tell anyone 'bout it," he said sitting on his bike.

My eyebrow perked up. He sighed.

"Promise y'won't tell nobody."

I nodded slowly and slid on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist I flinched because of the pain in my shoulder. He turned the bike to face the way we had come from three days ago. The engine puttered to life and he kicked off the ground. I hadn't clue were the hell we were going so I leaned my head against Daryl's back. After half an hour of mindless driving around we stopped. I looked up to see a fork in the road.

"Tell me if y'gon' turn," Daryl joked. I didn't reply.


I smirked slightly and groaned like a walker. Pretty realistic I'd say, especially since Daryl jumped off the motorcycle, to face me. He tripped over and landed on his ass in the middle of the road. I cracked up.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," I gasped between breaths

"Your face! Oh no," I giggled wiping a tear from my eye.

His face changed drastically from pissed off to amusement. He got up off the ground.

"Y'done?" he asked getting back onto the bike. As he started up the engine, drowning out my giggling but I still shook from laughter.

"Stop!" he yelled back at me over the roar. I tried to regain my breath.


Daryl pulled over by nightfall beside a small brown cottage with a thatched roof. The roof had holes in it now of course.

"I think it's going to rain," I said, looking up at the sky.

Dark clouds rolled passed the low moon. Daryl led the way into the the house. I shut the gate behind me and followed Daryl inside. Luckily there was only one walker, which he dealt with. I sat down on a musty blue couch in the tiny living room. Daryl came in holding a tin of beans.

"Found this," he said, sitting next to me holding out a fork.

We shared the tin, eating in silence. When it was emptied I lay back against the arm rest, facing Daryl. It was hard to get comfortable with an aching shoulder. Plus, this house smelt weird. Daryl was staring blankly at the opposite wall.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Through the darkness I saw him turning his head towards me.

"Why?" he asked in confusion.

"For you losing the group."

He shrugged. "I went back for y'didn't I? Could'a killed y'when y'were bit. Thought I'd a jus' wasted everythin' for a dead girl."

I smiled at him.

"Y'know what Dixon?"


"You're alright."

"Shut up and go t'sleep."

I rolled my eyes smiling.




"Shh, wake up. Quiet now."

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the semidarkness I could just about make out Daryl's face. The sun was just peaking over the horizon. I didn't move. He raised a finger to his lips. Frowning, I nodded.

"You sure about this? I mean what if there are a few?" an unfamiliar voice said.

"There's just a motorcycle, Nathan. It'll hold two people max," another replied.

I stared wide eyed at Daryl grabbing onto his shirt. He rested his hand on my wrist.

"We'll be ok, jus'don't do anythin' stupid," he mumbled to me.

I nodded and let go of him. To my horror he left my side. He stood up and leaned against the wall beside the living room door, his crossbow ready. I sat up slowly hearing the front door creak open. I watched as the living room doorknob turned slowly. The door opened and torchlight poured onto my face. I blinked at the bright light.

"Whoa, well what do we have here?" the man in the doorway said.

I could hear the perverted smirk in his voice. THUNK! Daryl bashed his head with his crossbow. The man went limp and fell to the floor.

"Ron? Are you-Oh... hello there," a young man waved awkwardly. I looked at Daryl in confusion.

"How many're with ya?" Daryl growled. The young man jumped.

"I uh, well if Ron's still alive, six."

"Who in hell are you talking to?" a tall, broad man stomped into the room.

His eyes fell on me.

"I told you there were people here!" another voice said from the hall.

"Ron, get the fuck up," the broad man spoke.

He then turned quickly and punched Daryl square in the jaw. He sunk to the ground with shock, clasping his face.

"Hey!" I yelled standing up.

"Take their weapons,"the broad man spoke.

Daryl was busy holding his face in pain. My shoulder was useless for a good few days. We were outnumbered, overpowered. Three guys pushed passed the broad guy into the room and took my bow and the crossbow.

"Give them back!" I yelled, standing up.

"Harleigh,"Daryl spat. "Shut up."

"Harleigh huh? Beautiful," the broad man spoke.

His accent told me he was originally from New York. If I didn't feel so intimidated I would have found him extremely attractive. He was bigger and taller than Daryl. He had short dark blonde hair and navy blue eyes. I guessed he had been changed by this world by the way his eyes were glassy and held no emotion. I looked at the guy on the floor. All I could see was a mop of brown hair. The younger man, I'd say he was 22 had longish black hair and worried brown eyes that hopped around the room, not resting on anyone.

"Let's teach this guy a lesson for knockin' out my brother," another man said.

He had long red hair and a beard.He reminded me of Gimli from the Lord of The Rings. All the men were dressed in tattered clothing. He grabbed Daryl by the collar and lifted him off the ground. I watched as another man with short black dreadlocks held him as the red head punched him. The blonde guy smiled down at me.

"Name's, Danny," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I just stared at Daryl. Danny then proceeded to introduce me to the others. The youngest's name was Andy, the man with dreadlocks holding Daryl and laughing was Mike and the Gimli guy was Terry. The guy out in the corridor was Nathan.

"I don't give a shit who you are. Let him go!" I shouted up at Danny. He smirked again.

"Feisty one huh?" he then kicked Ron who sprung awake.

"I'm up!" Ron yelled in confusion.

"Take care of this guy, I need to talk to Harleigh about her attitude," he nodded for Andy to follow him.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs. I dug my heels into the carpet tugging and pulling in the opposite direction, towards Daryl.

"Don't fuckin' touch 'er!" Daryl barked. He received a sharp punch to the stomach.

"Let me go!" I growled at Danny.

He was a lot stronger than me and pulled me up the stairs. Oh god, I really didn't need this. We were on a small landing, he burst the door open into an attic bedroom.

"Keep watch," he spat at Andy who nodded, obviously scared shitless by this guy.

Danny slammed the door shut, put his gun down on the bedside table, then pushed me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me pinning my arms above my head. I struggled against his grasp trying to kick him. He laughed at my attempts to break free. He leaned down and kissed my neck, his stubble pricking my skin. I gagged with complete repulsion.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing with a redneck, hmm?" he said, hovering his face over mine.

I gathered as much saliva as I could into my mouth and spat up at him. I smiled as he sat up and rubbed his face on his t-shirt. I tried to squirm away again but he pulled me back by my calves. I glared up at him. Seeing how angry he was I didn't dare move again. He yanked my top over my head and threw it on the ground.

"Y'know, I was gonna go easy on you, ya little slut."

He grabbed onto my jeans and yanked them down. He glanced at the bandage wrapped around my thigh.

"You bit?" he asked, I watched as his hand started to edge towards his gun.

"Dog bite, four days ago," I squeaked.

He relaxed again. He then placed his hand on the bandage and squeezed. I screamed in pain.

"Handy," he smirked.

I reached up to punch him but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it down again, holding both of mine in one of his. I felt sick as I watched him unbuckle his belt. An idea flashed through my mind. I leaned up and kissed the man. He pulled away and looked down at me.

"Don't tell Daryl," I said, hopefully in a seductive way. I don't really know how to BE sexy.

Danny grinned and kissed me again, rougher. Maybe I could be in emergencies. I tried not to gag against his mouth as his hand slipped under my bra, squeezing my breast. I moaned slightly hoping it would relax him. I smiled as I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I waited until he was nearly shoveling out my tonsils and bit down. Hard. He screamed in pain as the metallic flavour hit the back of my tongue. I spat the muscle out onto the bed sheets. Warm liquid poured out of his mouth onto my neck and chest. He had a silent scream plastered on his face.

I tried not to think about what I just did, I'd probably throw up. He quickly recovered from shock. He raised his fist and punched me, hitting my temple. Sharp pain rattled my skull but I forced myself to recover quickly. I head butted his nose and watched as he crumpled off the bed screaming and holding his face. I quickly pulled my pants back up and put my t-shirt back on. I grabbed the gun on the bedside table as the door swung open. I shot Andy's shoulder, blood stained his white shirt as he slumped to the floor. I left the room closing the door behind me.

"HARLEIGH?!" Daryl bellowed.

"DARYL!" I shouted back, letting him know I was ok.

I heard people run towards the stairs. I shot the red head between the eyes and the dread lock man in the knee. I wasn't good with long distance shooting. Even if they were just at the bottom of the stairs. I ran to the living room, the Ron guy was on the floor again.

"Just go," Nathan sighed holding up his large hands.

Nathan looked like he was half way through his 30's. He was tall, messy short brown hair and light stubble. I nodded to him, I could tell him and Andy were decent enough. Nathan passed me back my bow as Daryl pulled me out of the house. The assholes had pushed the bike over onto it's side. Daryl let out a stream of curses and pulled it off the ground. We jumped on and drove as far away from the house as possible.


Daryl pulled over again, beside a forest. He threw his leg over the bike and paced up and down.

"FUCK!" he yelled at the sky. I just stared at him wide eyed, he rarely lost his cool like that.

"What happened to y- why's y'shirt on back to front?"

I looked down, indeed it was.

"Oh," I tucked my arms inside it and swiveled it around the right way.

"Y'fuckin' skank! Y'screwed him?!" he spat in my face. I glared at him.

"No you asshole, he tried to rape me!" I said, shaking. Daryl let out frustrated sigh.

Closing his eyes, he ran his hand down his bruised face. I could feel a bruise rising from my temple and my forehead. My whole head ached. I was shaking as well.

"Did he actually-"

"No, nearly."

He stared at me for a moment.

"How'd y'get away?" he asked.

"Bit his tongue off," I shrugged.

He stared at me longer not blinking. Then he laughed, shaking his head.

"Y'sure are somethin' Leigh. Y'ass-kicker."

I smiled and got off the bike. I threw my arms around his shoulders and leaned against him. He hesitated a moment before wrapping one arm around my waist.

"Glad you're alright, Daryl," I whispered.

He grunted in response and let go of me. I took a step back and looked up at him.

"Where to, Dixon?"

He looked down at me for a second before jerking his head towards the road.

"Shit," he hissed, pushing me towards the trees.

I could faintly hear the sound of an engine. I allowed Daryl to pull me into the trees. He hid behind a tree, beside mine. We didn't take our eyes off each other. The damn bike was out there.

"Daryl?" I familiar voice called.

I felt my knees go shaky with relief at the sound of Rick's voice.

"Rick?"Daryl asked in disbelief stepping out from behind the tree. He looked to me and nodded.

I didn't think I could move I was so damn happy. I followed Daryl to the road on shaky legs.

"Harleigh," Rick sighed, he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug.

I hugged him back feeling like I was going to break down. I felt him plant a kiss on top of my head.

"What happened to you guys?" Glenn asked as I pulled away from Rick.

"Crossed paths with 'nother group," Daryl said, his eyes falling onto me.

Lori then burst into tears. I glanced at Daryl. We shared the same thought. What the hell was wrong with her?

"This is all my fault!" she sniffed. "If I had just, been with Carl instead of-"

"This isn't about you," Daryl snapped harshly, causing her to burst into more tears.

"We're all together now," Rick said, awkwardly.

Lori nodded wiping her tears away with shaky hands. The group went back to the cars.

"Can you believe her?" Daryl asked leading me back to the bike.

"She's pregnant," I shrugged.

"No she's always like that, everythin's 'bout 'er. Dumb bitch," he muttered.

I got onto the bike behind him not bothered with arguing.


So, no she's not dead
All your comments made me laugh ahahaha...
thanks to Nicolelovesoreos! and Death_to_Roses


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

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

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

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Amazing writing, as always.

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

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