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You Saved Me (a Daryl Dixon Love Story)




I blinked awake, then coughed hard. It hurt. Then I remembered. “Carol!” I sat bolt upright and hit my head on the bunk above me and lay back down with a groan. I wasn’t in the showers anymore?

I looked around and saw Daryl sat by my bed smiling. “Hey there baby girl,” he smirked. “Have a nice shower?”

I frowned and coughed again. He passed me a glass of water and I took a sip. “Wait here a minute while I tell Hershel you’re awake.”

I nod and he disappears out of the cell. I cough into the sheets. I notice it’s speckled with red blood. My eyes widen and I look up with a panic as Daryl comes back. I show him the sheet. “It happened when I coughed. That’s not right is it?”

He strokes my hair softly. “Relax, Kat. Hershel says that a number of blood vessels might have ruptured when you were attacked. It’s okay.”

That reminds me. “Carol! She’s alive! She was going to kill me so she could have you!”

Daryl forced me to lie down on the bed, and crawled on next to me, holding me tightly. “I know, sweetheart. We found you just in time. She’s locked in a cell with a killer headache. None of us know what to do with her yet, and Rick’s still not back.”

I bit my lip. “How long have I been out?”

“Only overnight. You woke up a few times but you went straight back off.”

I nodded. “So how’s Lil’ Ass-Kicker this morning?”

He smiled. “She’s lovely. Very smiley when she’s not hungry or poopy. Carl’s been holding her all morning, and is very protective of his baby sister.”

I relaxed against him. “I think she’s gonna be a right looker when she’s older. We’ll be fighting more than just walkers off.” Daryl’s eyes widened and I laughed. “Chill Uncle Dare. You’ve got at least 13 years before that’s a problem. Now can I get up and go see her please?”

He smiled and climbed off the bed and helped me up. I swayed for a moment then smiled. “All good?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Come on.” I laced my fingers through his and headed out of the cell. “Hey Carl!” His head popped out from one of the cells. “Bring me your sister! I need cuddles!” The young boy grinned, and I felt glad he wasn’t horribly depressed after what happened only yesterday. I thought about it a moment as the four of us went down the steps to the kitchen area, so I could eat and cuddle Lil’ Ass-Kicker. In 24 hours, Carl lost his mom, his dad went AWOL; he gained a younger sister, and almost lost his adoptive older sister. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have smiled once.

We got seated and Beth brought me a bowl of porridge, which I gulped down with one hand whilst I cuddled the gurgling little baby. When I finished, Carl brought over her bottle, and I fed her, and chattered on to her. I looked up and caught Daryl smiling at me. He blushed and looked away, but I knew he was thinking about our conversation last night too.

The rest of the day went on without anything to note. I stayed in the cell blocks with Carl and the baby, whilst everyone else went about their chores. Beth came in a few times, and we took turns holding the baby and playing card games. Whoever lost got to change the diaper next time. Soon enough, everyone was sat around the tables, playing cards to find out who’d have to change the adorable little girl. As it was, Beth lost in the end, and I handed Lil’ Ass-Kicker over to go and get cleaned up.

Carl and I made dinner. Daryl had brought back a load of squirrels, so between the two of us, we got all the meat off the bones, and made squirrel stew, canned potatoes. Everyone sat together to eat before it got too dark, and we told jokes, and made the best of our situation. After dinner, Beth made a plate up and took it to Carol’s cell. It was in the far corner of the block, on the top floor, so I never had to see her. Daryl brought in some firewood, so we all sat down around our little fire pit and chatted in the light of it. I sat happily between Beth and Daryl with Daryl holding the baby, and Carl with his head on my lap while I played with his hair.

The cheeky boy looked up at Daryl and grinned. “If you’re not careful, I think I might steal your girl Dixon!” he giggled.

Daryl shot him a look, and I tugged on the lock of hair I was playing with. “Be good you! I’m practically your sister. No funny business.” But I loved that he was still joking.

Hershel looked over. “Sing us something Beth.”

She looked around, and looked at her hands, before she started singing. “They hung a sign up in our town, ‘if you love it up, you won’t live it down’”

I recognised the song, and locked eyes with Maggie, as the two of us joined in.

So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim

Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.

Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world

Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on

Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called

Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.

We finished, and I put my arms around Beth and gave her a squeeze. I smiled, and looked down. Carl had drifted off to sleep.

“Here.” Daryl handed me the baby, and stood, picking Carl up and taking him to bed. I hoped with all my might that Rick would return soon. It almost wasn’t fair to Carl.

Glenn came and sat on the other side of Beth. “I went looking for him today,” he said, as if he read my mind. “He was okay, but he didn’t look like he was up for coming back yet.”

I nodded and stretched out my legs, making faces at the little girl. As Daryl came back, I noticed a funny smell. “It’s diaper time.” I said, screwing up my nose. I went to get up, but Daryl stopped me and took the baby to a cell to change her. I watched him go, and Beth nudged me.

“You’re onto a winner there. He’s so good with them both isn’t he? Gets Carl, and dotes on that little girl.” She smiled at me.

I blushed. “He’s great with them. I’m glad Carl has someone here for him, even when his dad’s not.”

Glenn smiled around Beth, and took my hand. “Everything is going to work out, Kitty Kat. Don’t you worry about that.”

I squeezed his fingers, and leaned against Beth. “So where did the baby sleep last night?”

Beth looked at me. “In Daryl’s arms mostly. I think he needed something to hold onto last night. I’m surprised he’s not dead on his feet. I don’t think he slept a wink.”

I grinned. “Do we have a box or something we can pad as a bed? We can’t all stay up all night with her again.”

Beth shrugged. “We set one up this morning. I think it’s in Carl’s room. I’ll go and get it before we go to bed.”

I smiled and enjoyed the light a while longer. Daryl returned with the baby, and we all just enjoyed one another’s company, and not worrying about walkers every second of the day. Soon, I was dropping off, and Beth brought out the baby’s box. It had Lil’ Ass-Kicker written on the side in big letters and I smiled. I took it up to mine and Daryl’s cell, and Daryl placed her in it. She was sleeping for now, but I suspected she’d be up before long. I set it by the bed, and started getting changed. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and a hoodie and climbed into bed beside Daryl, who was wearing a shirt and his underwear.

“Isn’t that shirt uncomfortable?” I asked him. I thought back, and remembered the rough skin on his back.

He grunted. “S’not so bad. I’m used to it by now.”

I frowned. “Daryl, tell me what happened. Please.” I cuddled up to him and held him tightly.

I felt him shifting underneath me. There was a long silence, and I thought he might have fallen asleep. I was about to turn over and go to sleep when he spoke. “It was my dad. He was a drunk old bastard, like I told you last night. When I was younger, my mom died, and my dad got drunker. For a long time, he just did it to Merle. But as soon as Merle could, he got out of the house, and I was left to deal with it on my own. I used to cry so hard. I could never reach them to clean them properly. I didn’t know what to do. One day, before I turned eighteen, I found him dead on the sofa. I panicked and called the police. They came over, and called Merle back from wherever he was. I was glad he was dead. I felt wretched for feeling glad anyone was dead, but I did. After that, Merle was always drinking, and doing drugs, and fucking. I never went out for it much. I spent all my time at work or in my room, or hunting.” He caught himself. “Anyway, that’s where the scars come from.”

I looked at him a moment, and noticed he was stony faced. I chewed my lip, and stood up, I pulled some blankets from the corner, and some drawing pins, and covered all the bars with them. I never liked the idea of people being able to watch me sleep anyway. I switched on the little lamp we had, and pulled Daryl to his feet. “May I?”

He watched me for a moment, and then turned around. I pulled up his shirt, and looked at the thick ropey scars running diagonally across his back. I ran a finger along one, and he shuddered slightly. I thought for a second, then starting kissing along them, and then further up his back, towards his shoulder. He turned to face me, and started kissing me passionately. His fingers went up the back of my top, and scratched down, making me gasp into his mouth.

A small gurgle from the bed caught my attention. I pulled away, holding up one finger to Daryl. I picked up the box, with Lil’ Ass-Kicker still in it, and went out the door to Beth’s room. “Hey Beth?”

She looked up at me, with the box and smiled. “Have fun you,” she said as she took the box from me and started babbling at the baby inside.

I grinned and ran back towards my cell, where I tackled Daryl, pressing my lips to his, and he picked me up and pushed me up against the wall. I pulled his shirt off completely, and ran my hands across his chest, and then he pulled mine off. He squeezed my breasts and I groaned quietly. We undressed each other quickly, and fell to the bed, driving each other quietly into oblivion.

I woke the next morning, and grinned, remembering the night we’d had. I snuggled closer to Daryl, listening to his soft breathing, until he took a big deep breath, signalling he was awake.

“Hey Kat.” I could practically hear the grin in his voice before I looked up to him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Hey you.” I smiled back.

“So… last night…” I couldn’t help laughing as Daryl desperately tried to figure out how to address what happened the night before. “Was it okay?”

I smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbing the blanket on the bed above to cover me whilst I got dressed. “It was wonderful, Daryl. You have nothing to worry about.”

He grinned madly, whilst I pulled my jeans up and tugged a hoodie on. I took a look in the mirror on the wall on gaped at the big purple bruises forming around my throat. “Daryl! I need a scarf! Desperately!”

He sat up and blinked at me a moment. “Umm… I uh… just a second.” He slipped out of bed and into his jeans, before tugging on his shirt and disappearing out of the door.
I figured everyone had seen the bruises the day before, but I didn’t want a reminder every time I walked past a mirror. I put two small pigtails in my hair, and fussed over my fringe until Daryl came back, with a flowery sheet. He took out his knife and cut a wide strip from it. Then he stood and wrapped the cloth around my neck, kissing just under my ear.

I laughed and swatted him away, and he wrapped his arms around my waist whilst I adjusted the scarf. I looked at myself and then huffed. “I look awful!” I groaned and pulled off the scarf and hoodie. I pulled away from the love of my life and started routing through his clothes on floor, until I found a plaid shirt I rather liked, and pulled it on, buttoning it to just below my breasts, and tying the tails, so I looked a little like Daisy Duke. I smirked, feeling like a real redneck chick, and tied the scarf around my neck, to one side. I placed my hands on my hips and turned to my own personal redneck, who hadn’t stopped watching me. “How about this?” I said, turning for him.

He smiled and nodded. “Beautiful, as always, girlie.”

I grinned. “Come on Dixon. You have hunting to do, and I have big sister duties to attend to.”

He smiled, and took my hand, picking up both of our shoes, and leading us down to breakfast. I sat by Beth, and babbled at the baby she was holding. “Beth, you’re so good with her.” I smiled.

“I don’t know how. It just happens.” She smiled at me. I rubbed her arm, and tucked into the bowl of porridge Daryl slid towards me. As I finished off the few bits left at the bottom. The door opened, and I looked up to see Rick coming in covered in blood, and gore.

Everyone stood and stared. “Rick?” Daryl said cautiously.

He blinked and looked at Daryl, then to Carl, then at the small baby Beth held. He started towards them, then stopped. “I uh… Something happened.”

I put my hand on Carl’s shoulder. Whatever had happened, it didn’t sound good.

Rick took a breath, and then spoke. “I got bit.”

Carl made to run forwards but I held him back.

“Where?” growled Daryl.

“My back. If it had been anywhere else, I’d have cut it off and crawled back to you.”

Daryl nodded, and we took Rick back to his cell, where he sat on the edge of the bed for a while. He beckoned Carl over, and I let him go, following closely behind.

“Carl, you need to look after the baby. It’s just the two of you now.”

Carl shook his head, tears tracking down his face. “Mom said Kat’s my sister now. And we’ve got her, and Daryl, and Beth, and Maggie and Glenn. But you wouldn’t know about that because you’ve not been getting to know anyone these past months. You’ve just been being in charge. You hardly even spoke to mom right up until her last few days here.”

Rick closed his eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” He looked up at me. “You’ll look after Carl and…” he frowned.

“His sister. She doesn’t have a name yet.” I supplied.

Rick smiled and thanked me. “Can I just have a few minutes with her and Carl alone, before… you know?”

I nodded, and took Daryl's hand. "We'll be back in a few minutes. Just in case." I went a collected the baby from Beth, and gave her to Carl, before going back to the kitchen.

After a while, Daryl and I went to the cell to collect the baby, and cuff Rick to the bed. "Just in case," he said.

Rick took his wrist. "Don't let Carl do it. It has to be you."

Daryl nodded, and I stroked the baby's soft hair. "Did the two of you pick a name for her?" I asked.

Rock grinned at me. "We decided to let you choose. You and Daryl. You look after them like they're your own okay? Keep them both safe." I nodded. It wasn't until I sat down, and was feeding the little baby, that I was imminently going to be a parent, for all intents and purposes.

Time dragged on, and Daryl came to sit by me, as I rocked the little girl. "Are you okay with this?" I asked him.

He frowned for a moment. "Yes. We discussed this only the other day. We'll be better parents than ours. And this baby girl, and Carl, will grow up into strong adults, with our help, and we will never let them forget Rick or Lori."

I grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." The baby gurgled from her blankets and I tickled her tummy. "So what do we call her?"

Daryl smiled at her. "Lil' Ass-Kicker not good enough?" He laughed. "Well in that case, I like Mikayla."

"Mikayla?" I tested the name. "I like it too. Why don't we run it by Rick and Carl?"

They agreed on the name too, and we spent a couple more hours in Ricks room before I took Mikayla for her feed.

The hours passed, and eventually, Carl came to stand by me, hugging his arms round my shoulders. Daryl followed him, and beckoned Glenn and Axel and Oscar over to take the body out.

I bit my lip, and stroked Carl's hair for a while. "Hey Carl, how about a sleepover tonight? We'll get a load of the mattresses in one cell, and move all the other furniture out, and we can play cards, and tell some stories, and sing some songs."

Beth and Maggie joined us. "That sounds like a lot of fun. Can we join?'

Carl smiled. "Yeah that sounds like a good idea."

I handed Mikayla to Beth and took Carl to the bathroom.

"Carl, I want you to have a good cry. It's not good to keep it all inside."

He nodded at me and after a second, tears ran down his cheeks.

Half an hour later, we came out of the bathroom, to find everyone in one cell, with mattresses everywhere and torches, and we sat down, having out own little slumber party, trying to ignore the events of the past few days.



PLEASE write another chapter this story is PUUURRFECT!!!!!! it must go on you are a brilliant writer:)

kaileyE kaileyE

So good love this but apart of me wants to say you fucked that your not touching kat carol crazy land. But at least Carl. Has someone. And I love daryl

dombast dombast

I be pissed carol. Get better and just leave because carol new he was your man. Bitch. Or see how he like you being with someone else. Yes rick would have stay for Lori or even carl

dombast dombast

No carol and Daryl so wrong on so many levels kat should me on fuck the both of them.

dombast dombast

So good

dombast dombast