You Saved Me (a Daryl Dixon Love Story)
I Can Walk!
He brushed his nose against mine, and took a deep breath in.
“Everyone’s been killing ‘emselves worrying over yer. I should let 'em see yer.”
I sighed and sat up. I was still wearing the same clothes I’d been in when I’d tripped. “Daryl, could you go and find me a change of clothes. If I’ve been here as long as Hershel says, these clothes are pretty gross.” I wrinkle my nose as I sat up.
He blinked. “I uh… Do you need underwear and stuff?” I could have sworn there was some pink underneath the dirt on his cheeks.
I grinned. “I’ll just go and get changed in my tent.” I started to swing my legs off the side of the bed, but Daryl stopped me by scooping me up bridal style. I squealed.
“You ain’t walkin’ anywhere, sugar. No straining.”
I looked at him. “I can walk. For definite. I don’t know if you noticed, but even the dead are managing it.” I stuck the tip of my tongue between my lips as I grinned and he rolled his eyes.
“Not riskin’ it. You point, I’ll go.”
I flopped my head back. “Well stop one is the bathroom so I can wash some of the left over blood and dirt off me?”
“Yes ma’am.” He got to the door and I turned the handle and opened it for him. Then he carried me in and sat me on the side of the bath. He found a cloth under the sink and wet it with a little bit of soap for me, before lifting me up again so I could see in the mirror.
I felt this was going a bit far, but I didn’t think he was going to let up anytime soon. So I gave in and twisted my body so I could properly wipe my face and neck, and squeezed the cloth around some of my hair that was matted with blood. To give him his dues, he stood there and held me the whole time, until I dropped the cloth in the sink.
“Where to now?”
“Outside. I need to get changed, and then I’ll sit by the fire.” I gave him a smile, and he carried me out to the tent. I smirked, because I knew he’d have to put me down to get dressed.
He noticed this problem as well as we got to the flap of the tent. “Umm…”
“Give it up, Dixon.”
He looked between me and the tent a minute, before climbing inside and setting me down on the bed. Then he brought my bag over and put it on the bed next to me. “Now you don’t have to stand up. Shout me when yer done.” And with that he stepped back outside. I could see his silhouette against the fabric and sighed. I pulled off my top and bra, and pulled a fresh bra, with a black top and a hoodie to keep me warm. Then I changed my pants. I’d been in shorts but I pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms I’d acquired just before I’d arrived at camp. I tugged on some socks and my converse, then I tentatively stood up. After a little bit of dizziness, I felt better and took slow steps to the door.
When I stepped out, Daryl looked at me and swore. “I thought I told you to shout.”
“And I thought I told you I could walk.” I let my weight shift over onto one leg and put my hands on my hips. We glared at one another for a few minutes. He looked away first.
“Right. Fine. But at least let me support you, just in case.”
I frowned but nodded. “If it’ll make you happy.”
He grinned and pressed his forehead to mine. “I get to spend all my time with you. Why wouldn’t that make me happy?”
I laughed. “Dixon I didn’t know you could be so cheesy.”
He winked and placed his arm around my waist as he walked me over to the fire pit. Glenn, Maggie, Rick and Lori were still sat around the fire as he helped me sit. I smiled and patted his knee as he sat down next to me.
Glenn handed me a mug, and I took a sip to find glorious coffee inside. He’d been on a special run to make sure we had some when I woke. I smiled at him. He grinned back. “So you really fell for Daryl huh?” and he started laughing hysterically at his own joke. I drained the tin mug and threw it at him, bouncing off his head and into the darkness behind him. “Ouch! Kat! I liked you better when you were unconscious!”
Maggie dug her elbow in his ribs until he squirmed. “How ya feelin’, Kat?”
“I’m great. I don’t hurt or anything. I don’t remember much pain. I feel a bit tired. But I’m fine.” I smiled at her.
Lori nudged me. “Got you the guy though huh?” she winked.
“Yeah. At least I didn’t break my face. Then I might not have gotten him anyway.” I laughed softly, but Daryl was glaring at me.
“Ya think I’m that shallow?”
I frowned at him. “No of course not, I just thought I’d make light of the situation.”
“It’s not a funny situation.” He growled. And then he stalked off into the gloom towards his tent. I blinked after him.
I looked at Lori. “I…”
She cut me off by putting her hand on my arm. “He was terrified, Kat. Now I agree he’s probably over-reacted. But it might be wise to avoid the topic once morning comes.” I nodded and stood up, with support from Rick, and made my way back over to my tent. I could just about see Daryl moving around at his own little camp, so I sighed, nodded at T-Dog on top of the RV, and ducked inside my tent. I climbed into my bed, and snuggled under my blanket. I dropped off quite quickly, regretting how much I must have upset Daryl.
SURPRISE! Yaaaaaay! More Chapter!!!! WOOP WOOP!
Okay so it's honestly a crappy chapter. But this is where I originally split this one up, so deal! But YAAAAY! More story! If I get much love and likes, there shall be more story tomorrow! If not, I will curl up in my hidey hole and write Supernatural fanfiction instead, that the world shall never seeeeeeee!