You Saved Me (a Daryl Dixon Love Story)
No one came. The walker caught the hood of my jacket and pulled me backwards towards it. I screamed and cried until it bit into my neck and blood filled my throat and mouth and I could only gurgle. My eyes the forest slipped out of view as I slowly died.
I sat bolt upright, and promptly threw up into the basin I kept in my room to wash with in privacy. I’d forgotten about my nightmares.
I stood shakily, and picked up the basin to take it outside and get a cup of water. Before I could even straighten up, there were hurried footsteps outside the door and Daryl burst inside. I waved a hand at him.
“Sorry. Nightmare again. Got sick.” I said, holding up the basin. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he came properly inside. He guided me back to the bed and took the basin from me. He disappeared back out of the tent, and returned a few minutes later with some water, and a clean basin. He popped the basin down next to my bed and handed me the water. Still not saying anything. I took a mouthful of water, and spat it back into the basin, before taking a few slow sips.
“Thanks. I’m better now. Really.” I gave him a small smile.
He nodded and then left my tent.
I hadn’t been expecting that. I thought he might have stayed. But I decided he must still have been upset about earlier. I sniffed and a tear fell down my cheek. I lay back down in bed, and brought my knees to my chest, quietly sniffling and sobbing myself back to sleep.
Then the tent door opened, and before I could turn round, a hand slipped gently around my waist, followed by the sound of a bag dropping on the floor, and then Daryl’s earthy smell surrounded me. He lay behind me, tucking me against his chest.
“’M sorry fer earlier.” He whispered in his gravelly voice. “I shouldn’ta stormed off.”
I shook my head and wiped my nose and eyes on my sleeve before turning to face him. “I shouldn’t have made it seem so trivial.”
He took a deep breath. “Kat. I’ might not’ve seemed very long, or hard fer you. But I watched you, and waited fer you to wake up for 4 whole days. I didn’ know what I was gonna do if you just stopped breathin’.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He reached up to my face, and brushed a few stray bangs from my eyes. “Don’t.”
“I love you Daryl.”
He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You too Ditzy.”
I made a sulky face, and pouted. He laughed and brushed his lips against mine. I snuggled up against him, and closed my eyes. I was still tired, even though I’d slept for 4 days. “Do you have watch tonight?”
I felt his chin ruffle my hair as he shook his head. “Nah, no one knew when you’d be wakin’ up. So I’m off rotation for the next few days.”
I smiled. “I’ll make myself comfortable then.”
I started rearranging him so I could be as comfortable as possible, and he chuckled. I got him to lie on his back, with his arm around me and my head on his chest. “There.” And I held his other hand, enjoying the feel of his calloused, but soft hands.
Just as sleep started to find me again, Daryl spoke up. “What dya think o’ me moving back closer to camp?”
“How much closer?” I breathed.
I turned to look up at him. “For serious?”
He shrugged, his cheeks a little flushed. “Well yeah. You might sleep a bit better. An’ if not, I can wake you up faster, so you don’ have to suffer as long.”
I thought for a moment, then looked to him. “I’d like that.”
He smiled. “Now go to sleep Ditzy.”
I nodded and snuggled down. “Sing me something.”
He shifted a little underneath me. “I can’t sing, Kat.”
“I didn’t want Pavarotti. Just a pop song or a lullaby or something.”
He went quiet for a moment. Then he hummed the intro to a song, before singing it softly, stroking my shoulder with his thumb.
“We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn”
I smiled, and drifted back off to sleep. I didn’t have another nightmare.
I woke up, and found Daryl was still asleep next to me. I smiled softly and rubbed my eyes. Suddenly, I realised I needed to pee. I looked around at the way me and Daryl were laying. His leg was curled around mine, and his arm was tight around my waist. This was going to be difficult to get out of. I took a breath and started wriggling to get out of the bed. I slid his arm from around me, and placed it on the bed, then tried to untangle our legs.
“Leave it alone and lie back down woman!” he grumbled.
“But toilet! Coffee!” I whined, flopping back down next to him.
He smirked. “Go on then, you addict, you.”
I kissed the cheek I could see, and then got out of bed, not bothering to get changed. The tracksuit bottoms were far too comfy. I headed out of the tent, and sat down by the fire, setting some water to boil before heading for the toilet. Once I got back, Daryl was up, and looking at the coffee pot in his hand.
“Does Glenn need to go for more?” I asked as I got to the log.
He looked up at me. “Yeah, I think he’s going today. Last time he went into town, he was more getting some medicines and crap, we were all worrying about you.” He smiled wryly.
“Does that mean no coffee for me?” I pouted.
He laughed softly. “There’s just about enough left over, sugar.” He stood and brushed his fingers over my cheek, tucking some hair behind my ear.
I realised right then, I’d give just about anything for some mascara, or lip balm. I reached around his neck to pull his lips down to mine, but he tugged away, brushing his lips against my forehead, before handing me my mug, and wandering back off towards his little camp. As I watched him, I noticed he was packing up his things, and remembered our conversation from the night before. I smiled softly, and started making breakfast for anyone who was going to wake up for it.
Lori and Carl wandered over first, closely followed by Carol. I served them some food, and then headed to Dale to found out what had happened to my weapons.
“Hey Dale!” I banged on the side of the RV to give him fair warning. He opened the door for me and smiled.
“Good to see you back on your feet. Was worried about you for a while there Katherine.” He beckoned me inside.
I followed, groaning “It’s just Kat, Dale.”
He didn’t reply, sniggering to himself instead.
“Do you have my crowbar? And my knife?”
“And your gun?” He raised his eyebrows in my direction.
I smirked. “Yeah and that, if you’ll give it up?”
He took off his hat and rubbed his hand over his head. “I really shouldn’t.”
“I won’t force you to, or yell at you for it. I’m not Andrea.”
He smiled. “That you are not. Much better temperament. And a better taste in men too.”
“Men?” I frowned. “Who’s Andrea interested in?”
He frowned back and gestured for me to sit down at the table. I took a seat, and he handed over all three of my weapons, before joining me. “I have my suspicions about her and Shane.”
He nodded gravely. “After that stunt he pulled with the barn, I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”
I rubbed my neck, and couldn’t help but agree with him. “He is rather a loose cannon, far too loose for comfort.”
“My thoughts exactly. And he keeps raving about killing that Randall. I don’t think it’s fair.”
“No it’s not. If his own people think he’s dead, there’s no harm taking over some clothes and stuff for him to wash, make him earn his keep.”
Dale shrugged. “Sounds like a plan to me. Reckon we can get some more people on our side?”
I winced. “I’m not so sure. People follow their gut instinct, I suppose.”
“Will you at least try and talk Daryl around?”
“I’ll do what I can, But Daryl does what Daryl wants.”
He laughed. “Can’t argue with you there.”
I ran my fingertips over the Browning. “Thanks for returning this, Dale. It means a lot.”
He nodded. “I trust you won’t follow Shane blindly with it.”
“Damn right!” I laughed, and patted his arm, before heading back to my tent.
When I ducked underneath the flap, it already looked different. There was more bags, and a bed squished up next to mine. I smiled as I heard the bike rumble up by the tent.
Daryl threw another bag through the door, before following it through and giving me a soft kiss. I pushed it deeper, coaxing his lips open, and brushing his tongue with mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to our new combined bed. I started to slip my fingers under the back of his shirt, and just felt some rough skin, before he pulled them back out, and placed them on his chest. I frowned.
“Daryl, is everything okay?” I said, pulling away from the kiss.
Daryl just shook his head and sighed. “Yeah, everythin’s great. Just don’ like having my back touched.”
I nodded. “Why?”
“It’s nothin’. Just leave it, Kat.” He gave me a kiss and stood up. “I need to go hunting. I’ll be back tonight.”
I nodded. “Be safe.”
He laughed dryly. “Safer than ever, sugar.” And he walked out of the tent.
I frowned. Running a hand through my hair, I stood up, and changed my clothes. The day was getting warmer as it dragged on, so I switched to shorts, and ditched the hoodie. I tried waiting patiently for Daryl to come back, but I couldn’t sit idly for too long, before I gave up, and emptied all of mine and Daryl’s bags out onto the tent floor. We had 4 bags to play with, so I figured we could organise things as we needed. Inside the one backpack I had, I placed a set of clothes for each of us, 2 bottles of water, and a box of ammo, along with 2 cans of beans, and the cookies Glenn had left with me. This would make do if we needed a quick getaway. In the remaining three bags, I put a bag of my clothes, and bag of his clothes, and one bag filled with our shared possessions. I’d ask Daryl if he had anything really important he wanted putting in the backpack when he returned. I folded everything neatly into the bags, before I realised I should put together a medkit, just in case. I stood up, and stretched out my back, before heading up to the house.
“Hey Hershel! You about?”
The old man wandered into the living room with Rick in tow. “Is there a problem, Kat?” he said kindly.
“No, I just want to borrow a few medical supplies. Just some bandages and gauze and stuff. Maybe some thread and a needle.”
Rick frowned. “What do you need all that for? Is someone hurt?”
“No! I’m just putting together a first aid kit. It won’t save anyone from a walker bite, but it’ll
do for cuts and scratches.”
“What do you need it for if we’re staying on the farm?”
“I’m putting together an emergency bag, for me and Daryl, in case there’s ever a need to get gone quickly. There might not be enough time to get all our bags, so one backpack filled with some essentials will do. I think everyone should make one up really, so you don’t lose someone because they were trying to pick up all the bags.”
Rick mulled it over for a minute. “It’s not a bad plan. Unlikely we’ll need it out here, but at least we’re always prepared. Could you help with setting it all up?”
I shrugged. “Nothing better to do until nightfall.”
Rick laughed. “I’m sure you don’t!” He winked and led me out, calling a meeting around the fire. He filled everyone in on my plan, and even Lori smacked her hand to her head when she realised what I was saying. “Why didn’t we think of that? At the minute we all run around with at least 2 bags each. None of that will be good to us if we die trying to get it.”
Soon enough, everyone had a backpack with a set of clothes, and bottle of water, and a can of food and a spoon in it. Hershel came out with some spare sheets and blankets. We all soon had a blanket for each bag, and were tearing them up into strips for makeshift bandages. I soon noticed the sun was going down.
“Hey T-Dog!” I called up to the big man on watch. “Can you see Daryl about?”
He took out the binoculars and scanned the treeline. “Nah, not yet, doll.”
I frowned and bit the edge of my thumb. “I’m gonna go and see if he’s just doing something just out of sight.”
“Kat, I’m sure he’s fine. Please stay safe, stay here.”
“Naw, T-Dog. I’ll go with her.” The voice made my heart drop to my stomach, and my spine grew cold.
I turned and smiled at Shane. “Thanks. But I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Naw, Daryl would go mad if I let you go alone and something happened to you. Let me get my gun and we’ll go.”
As he moved away from me, I caught Dale’s eye. His gaze expressed his concern, but I held up my crowbar, and moved my shirt so he could see my gun and nodded to him. I could hold my own against Shane.
We set off towards the woods. I kept calling out Daryl’s name softly, in case he was close. I suddenly had a bad feeling. Shane’s footsteps had stopped. I panicked, what if he’d been gotten by a walker. I started to jog back the way I came. A hand stuck out from behind a tree and knocked me flat on my back. I coughed and struggled to get up, but Shane was knelt on top of me before I could even move to reach my gun or my crowbar.
TADA! YAAAAY! New chapter for you lovely folks. Just a heads up, there's a little bit of attempted sexual assault in the next chapter. if this make you feel uncomfortable, feel free to skip to where Daryl's POV starts.