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Daryl Dixon Fanfic ~ Open Wounds
A distant figure appeared at the edge of the farm late in the day just before the sun set. It moved slow but smoothly as it grew closer to where Rick sat on the porch. He sat up alert ready for a walker. Rifle in hand he stood, but eases as he saw the figure had a big white tale swaying back and forth as it moved.
"Hershel?" Rick called "Someones ridin’ up."
Hershel stepped out onto the porch looking up to the setting sun then across to the figure.
"Ah, it’s just my niece, Vera." Hershel said.
"Where’s she been since we got here?" Rick asked
"She doesn’t live right on the farm, a town over with my brother in law and other family. She rides in from time to time to make sure all is well and tell me that it is so on her end. "
"All by herself? Aren’t you worried about a walker gettin’ her?"
"No" Hershel said shaking his head and grinning "She’s a smart girl just like my sister was."
Rick wanted to ask Hershel about his sister, hoping it wasn’t a walker that made her leave this earth but before he could speak again Vera and her horse reached the Porch. She jumped down from her horse and swong a large canvas bag over her shoulder.
"Uncle Hershel, nice to see you." she said embracing him in a warm hug.
"My dear, how are you? And the rest?" he said
"I’m fine, you know Daddy’s still hanging in there, so are the others. I brought some batteries Daddy and I found in town in case y’all needed them."
"That’s good." He grinned glancing at Rick "We have a few more guests right now, they could come in handy."
"I’m Rick, Rick Grimes." Rick said extending his hand to Vera.
"Nice to meet you I’m Vera." She shook his hand and beamed a big smile at him. "Uncle doesn’t usually have extra people around, I’m surprised."
"And I’m very grateful to him that he has let us in to his home." Rick said looking up at Hershel.
Hershel looked down at his shoes with hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heals.
"Are you staying the night hun?" he said looking up again.
"Daddy doesn’t want me riding in the dark, if y’all don’t mind."
"Of course not, we could use your nursing skills around right about now."
Vera slipped inside smiling once again back at Rick. Rick sat and looked off into the distance debating what he should say to Hershel.
"Was it the virus?" Rick asked "I mean for your sister."
Hershel sighed taking a seat in the rocking chair beside Rick.
"She got sick when this all started, we didn’t think it was the virus, she didn’t have the usual symptoms. We thought it was just a cold or something, I think it was and her immune system just got too weak to combat the virus. It took a long time for her to change, longest I’ve seen." He glanced off blinking his eyes real fast as if to keep from tearing up.
"She finally did. We didn’t expect it. And I mean what do you do? It’s not as easy as you think shooting a loved one when they were just them not too long ago."
Hershel stopped and Rick could tell he didn’t want to explain anymore.
"I’m sorry, I know how hard that must be."
They both watched the sun set and the last bit of sunlight left the porch.
Laurie peeked out the door and called them in for dinner.
Rick got up and took her hand as he walked to the table with Hershel following behind them.
Hershel’s wife, Carol and Laurie cooked dinner again for the family. Hershel wasn’t pleased by this like the first time but he sat at his usual end of the table staring off into the distance.
Glenn sat at the couch with Maggie and Vera strumming Dale’s guitar.
"Hey Vera knows how to play too guys." He said handing the guitar to her.
She strum a few chords of The Devil Went Down to Georgia before stopping to sit for dinner.
"I hear your a nurse?" Laurie said as Vera sat beside her.
"Well, I was in school for it, almost done actually."
"She didn’t want to be a veterinarian like her old uncle" Hershel said with a small chuckle "She was actually headed over to Africa to volunteer."
"That’s amazing to do something like that." Carol said smiling from across the table.
"Yeah, I really wish I could have gone though." She said looking down at her food.
The room fell silent, only the clicking of forks and knives.
"Will you take a plate up to the young man, Daryl, upstairs when you’re done there and re-wrap his bandages? You do them better than me." Hershel said.
Vera nodded and collected her plate and went into the kitchen to wash her dish. She stood grasping the sink staring out the window. She hated remembering the past before the chaos hit.
Vera pushed the ajar door leading into the guest room slowly as she grasped a tray of the home cooked meal she just enjoyed herself. As she stepped in to the cream colored room, the man in the bed rolled over to see who was there.
"Hi, I’m Vera, I brought you dinner." she said "And you look like you need your bandages re-wrapped."
"I’m not hungry." he said turning back to his original position.
Vera set the tray down on the table beside the bed and grabbed a roll of cotton cloth from her bag.
"You can at least tell me your name, can’t you?" she said while unwrapping the cloth.
"Daryl." he said not turning to look at her.
Vera laughed. She knew Daryl’s type. Stubborn and unwilling to accept help. She always had a way of bringing out the best in people though. She gave everyone a chance, even thick-headed people like Daryl.
"I don’t care if you eat this food or not, just let me redo your bandages, they must be gettin’ uncomfortable." she said walking to the other side of the bed where Daryl laid facing.
"Why isn’t Hershel doing it?" he asked "He’s the real doctor here."
"My Uncle’s a vet, I’m a nurse so you’re wrong there."
Daryl looked up at her and she smiled. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her smile was and how blue her eyes were. She had shoulder length dirty blonder hair tucked behind her ears highlighting her high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes lined with just a small bit of black eyeliner making the blue in them seem to go on forever. Daryl let out a small chuckle and sat up pulling the sheet to cover him. Vera bent down and start to cut his bandage off his head exposing the wound.
"Ooh, What happened?" she asked
"I got grazed with a bullet when I was mistaken for a walker but that’s not as bad as my side; arrow went right through me and I had to pull it out myself." he laughed a little while saying this.
"How on earth is that funny?" she asked laughing too
"It’s just, it wasn’t my day that day." he smiled
They both laughed for a second even though it wasn’t a real laughing matter.
"It’s healing pretty good."
She wrapped the fresh bandage. Daryl could tell she was a nurse. It wasn’t itchy and uncomfortable anymore, she wrapped it right.
"Now let me see your side." she said
Daryl hesitate pulling at his covers.
"It’s fine, don’t need re-wrappin’"
"I’m sure it does, you don’t want the blood building up, it’ll never heal."
Daryl still hesitated. Vera saw him fidget and stood up. She walked to the other side of the bed and bent down at the side of the bed.
"Here just pull it up a small ways."
He did and she cut his bandage exposing his second wound.
"Ooh" she said cringing "Yeah this ones definitely worse."
Her hands for cold and Daryl jumped as she touched his side. He watched as she intently patched him up. She smelt like flowers, Daryl liked the smell and leaned in to get a stronger scent of it. Vera looked up as he did and locked eyes with him.
It seemed like they stared at each other for an eternity but it was only about five seconds. She noticed the soft color of his eyes, blue and hazel at the same time. ‘They were magnificent’ she thought.
"You have really nice eyes." she said breaking the silence.
Daryl blinked away, turning red from her comment. He wasn’t one for taking compliments. He didn’t know how to respond to them.
"Yours aren’t too bad yourself."
Vera looked down to his bandage again. Noticing the scar lining the outside of it.
"How’d you get this?" she asked running her hand along it lightly.
Daryl pulled away at her touch.
"Accident." he said.
“Ooooh, looks like someone’s got a crush.” said a raspy voice echoing through Daryl’s ears.
“She awful pretty. Not the kind of girl that would go for you Darla boy.” The voice spoke again.
Daryl jerked up from his bed and frantically looked around the room. He saw no one.
“Why do you think anyone like her would want you?” The voice boomed with laughter.
Daryl blinked and once he opened his eyes Merle stood at the edge of his bed sharpening his pocket knife on a small block of wood.
“Merle what are you doing here?” he said
“I came to see you baby brother, make sure your healing up there. Those are some pretty bandages you got there.”
Daryl looked at Merle like he’s seen a ghost. “Merle where were you?”
“I was just wonderin’ around, you know. Why? It’s not like you were too concerned about me.”
“That’s not true Merle, I was looking for you.” Daryl said while trying to pull himself up.
A sharp pain hit his side and he let out a grunt grasping the wound. He looked at his hand it was full of blood leaking from his bandage.
“Oh poor Daryl, does it hurt baby brother?” Merle said putting on a mocking sympathetic face.
“I can heal that right up for you, just like I did my hand.”
Merle held up his arm where he had cut his hand from the cuffs on the roof. Daryl cringed at the sight.
“Merle I tried to find you, I went back for you.” he said
“Oh I believe you baby bro. You and your new best friend Rick did. Now sit down I’ll heal up that wound, I just gotta cut around it first.”
Merle stormed over to Daryl holding his knife in stabbing position. Daryl yelled for him to stop. Merle slashed his knife down to Daryl’s side piercing his wound.
Daryl gasped grabbing his side. Nothing was there, nothing but bandage. No blood, no knife.
Daryl looked up to find Vera reading in the chair in the corner of the room.
“Something like that.” he said looking down to his side.
“How could you not have bad dreams in this world?” She said looking to him.
Daryl laid down again looking up to the ceiling, still breathing heavy. He glanced over to the clock. 3:40 a.m. it read.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked her
“I have a hard time sleeping, maybe because I don’t want the nightmares to get me. Uncle told me to keep and eye on you if I was awake, to make sure you don’t start bleeding bad again.”
Daryl sat up wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“I don’t sleep too well either, it must be the sedatives your uncle keeps giving me. What you readin’?”
“A book Dale gave me. Steamy Nights.” she said laughing “A bad romance novel.”
“Sounds…” he said laughing “Awful.”
Vera started to read outlould.
“He took her neck and started to kiss it passionately. She let out a moan begging him for more. He pushed her up against the wall. She grabbed his hair, he grabbed hers. They both knew what they wanted.” Vera was laughing so hard she couldn’t go on.
They both laughed so hard their stomachs hurt. They caught there breath but once they looked at each other they started to laugh once more.
“That is they cheesiest thing I ever heard.” She said
“Yeah I know.” Daryl said looking to Vera.
He couldn’t help to again be mesmerized by her beauty. Daryl knew what he wanted.
Daryl got out of bed and struggled to stand but still pulled himself up. He hasn’t been up much since his accident and his legs felt like jelly from not moving all those days. He shuffled to the bathroom and turned on the sink letting the water temperature rise as he gazed into the mirror. The bandages had small red blood stains, nothing like before though. His eyes were rimmed with dark circles, looking like he’s been through hell; for the most part he has. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out a pair of clippers. The bandage was wrapped thick, it was the same one Vera had put on him. He cut the white cotton cloth and unwrapped it from his head. His hair laid flat from where the bandages had covered it. He slowly unclothed his wound as it stung with slight pain.
“Look at that.” he said letting out a small laugh. “God Damn Andrea, glad she wasn’t a sharp shooter at least.”
He took a wash towel and wicked the sweat from his face then ran it under the now warm water and blotted his wound. He cringed at the stings of the warm towel hitting it. It wasn’t a deep wound, but it was awful big from the bullet’s graze.
“It’s getting better.” said a soft voice in the dorrway.
Daryl turned to find Vera leaning against the door post.
“Still hurts like hell though.” he said.
She walked over to him, boots clicking on the wood floor.
“You were shot, what do you expect it to feel like? A skinned knee?” she said with a grin.
Daryl laughed. He didn’t want Vera thinking he was some sissy boy crying over a skinned knee.
“It’s not that bad actually.” He said smiling at her.
She smiled back locking eyes with him like when they first met. They seemed more hazel today but still shined with blue. She felt her face getting hot and glanced away.
“I’m gettin’ going soon. I wanted to say goodbye and see if you needed anything.” She said still looking down.
Daryl looked down also. He was still entranced by her eyes even after she looked away.
“I’m quite alright, thanks. Where you off too?” he asked
“I live a town over, Marietta.”
“Really? I used to go there with my brother as a kid.” he said trying to find her eyes.
She looked past him, not wanting to blush again.
“It’s a nice little town, I loved growing up there.” she looked up into his eyes.
Damn it! she thought. But she didn’t regret it.
Daryl took a step towards her. Their faces were inches from each other. Vera glanced down to his lips. He put his hand on her neck and pulled her in. There noses brushed against each others and Vera could hear his soft breath. They stood like that for a moment deep into each others eyes, lips nearly touching. She couldn’t wait any longer and pulled his lips to hers.
Daryl wrapped his arms around Vera’s waist and held her tight to his chest. Her lips were soft against his and he wanted to stay like that for an eternity. With his lips against hers nothing hurt.
“Breakfast Y’all.” Yelled a voice down the hallway.
They pulled apart instantly. Vera wiped her lip and looked away from Daryl’s eyes. She did her best not to smile but her lips turned up slightly. Daryl smiled too. He looked down and brushed the hair out of her face.
“You’re damn beautiful.” he said
Vera smiled again. She felt her face getting hot. “We better go downstairs.” she said before turning away.
Daryl stood there still smiling. He had never kissed a girl like that. He technically never kissed a girl at all. Unless you count the one time he was 7, with the neighbor girl behind their barn, but he didn’t. He never kissed a girl. Vera was the first.
He slowly walked down the stairs into the hall. Shane was standing at the edge of the banister.
“Hey there buddy. How you doin’?” he asked
“If I ain’t being shot, I guess I’m okay.” he said
Shane laughed. “You look a lot better than the other day for sure.”
Daryl was more than okay though, he was amazing. He walked into the dining room and took the seat across from Vera. She looked up at him shyly trying not to blush. He looked down trying to do the same.
“Vera?” Hershel said “Would you like to say grace?”
“Sure, Uncle.” She said snapping here eyes away from Daryl’s
She took Laurie’s hand next to her and went to reach for the other hand next to her. No one sat at the edge of the table where her and Daryl sat. She took her hand up and reached across the table. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. She looked down and began to say grace. Daryl could feel his palm sweating and looked up to find Vera looking at him she spoke. He looked into her eyes and got lost in the sea of blue within them. She laced her fingers into his, holding his hand tight.
They let go of each others hands but continued to stare at one another. Daryl just wanted to kiss her soft lips again. He wanted to hold her and get lost in her beauty for the rest of his life.
“Now Daryl just because you can get up doesn’t mean you can go running out in the woods so soon.” Hershel said.
Daryl and Vera both looked down hoping they didn’t get caught looking at each other.
“I was hoping I could. I need to search for Sophia.”
“Shane’s taking care of that Daryl don’t you worry.” said Rick
“You need to rest, you’ve done enough.” Carol said putting her hand on his shoulder.
Vera saw how much Daryl wanted to find Sophia just in his eyes. He wasn’t the guy she saw him to be the first day she met him. He was kind and loving. She could see herself falling for him, she already tripped actually.
Everyone went off to do their chores for the day and Vera gathered her belongings to head home. Daryl sat on the porch in the old rocking chair watching as she saddled her horse.
“Do you come here often?” he asked
Vera didn’t answer right away. How could she fall in love in this world? Did love even exist anymore, she saw what evil it held, how could it?
“I come from time to time, when I need to.” she said coldly not looking at Daryl.
Daryl looked off into the field “I know that its hard to feel anything when you have things like walkers on this earth, but I feel something for you.”
Vera didn’t look up “What ya’ mean?”
“I like you Vera and it’s rare for me to have that feeling towards someone.” he said stressing his voice.
She sighed “The last thing I want right now is someone else to lose. It’s best we don’t like each other.”
“Well if that’s how you want to be… then fine, it probably is best I don’t have someone in my way.” He said with hurt flowing through his veins.
Vera just looked at him, teary eyed. She tightened her saddle and pulled herself onto her horse.
“Well bye, I hope your wounds heal.”
“No, Vera wait…”
She galloped off before he could say anything. He slammed his fist onto the arm of the chair, why was he such an idiot? Why does everything so good have to go wrong. He never had it easy and he couldn’t except life when it was. He certainly didn’t know how to love Vera. Love wasn’t something he knew even before the virus spread.
He got up and kicked the chair back making his side sting. He let out a grunt and looked at his bandage; it was bleeding again. He didn’t care though, he wasn’t going to tell Hershel. There was only one person he wanted wrapping his bandages.
He stood at the end of the porch for what seemed for forever, imagining Vera would come back and he could hold her in his arms. There short kiss made him feel something he’s never felt before. He started to hallucinate Vera galloping back up the farm yelling to him, her image grew closer and closer.
Daryl leaped forward. It wasn’t just his imagination, Vera was riding as fast as she could towards him, yelling.
She stopped just before the porch still yelling.
“Where?!” Hershel said booming through the door.
“Just at the edge of the fields, a whole heard of them.”
“Are they after you?” he asked
“No.” she said breathless “I saw them through the trees, there’s got to be a hundred just standing there.”
“It’s not safe for you to leave then, you’ve got to stay until they clear.”
Vera breathed heavily and nodded to her uncle then looked at Daryl.
“My wounds bleeding again.” he said.
“My uncle can do it.”
Vera stormed off into the house, slamming the door behind her.
“I guess she’s a little upset, walkers are a scary thing.” Said Hershel as he tamed her horse.
Daryl didn’t say anything, he just looked off into the woods. What if a walker had gotten Vera? He was so stupid for saying those things to her before she left. She was something good, he couldn’t ruin this; he needed Vera.
“Come with me son, I’ll wrap it up.”
“No, I’m fine for now, it stopped bleedin’ now”
Daryl made his way into the house and walked up the stairs. He heard muffled cries coming from the room right off the stairs. With the door ajar he pushed it open to find Vera huddled over on the bed. She looked up at him with tears on her rosy cheeks.
“Get out! I don’t want to see you.” She rushed to push him out.
Daryl grabbed her and pulled him to his chest.
“All I want to do is see you. I never want to let you go again. I know you must hate me right now but I didn’t mean a word I said. You would never be in my way, not when all I want is you right by my side.”
She pushed her head into his chest and cried.
“If I knew you before all this shit happened, I don’t know if you would have went for a guy like me but I’d be madly in love you, just like I am now.”
She looked up at him, with tears still of her cheeks. He wiped them away and pulled her lips to his. Vera pulled him around and kicked the door shut. She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him passionately. Daryl grabbed her hips and pulled them into his.
“I… I need to tell you something.” he said
“What?” she said with her hands still cupping his face.
“Imma..” He paused “I’ve never done this… Imma Virgin.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled. “Me too.”
Daryl smiled and pulled her into him again.
She pulled him onto the bed and stopped kissing him.
“I wouldn’t want anybody but you.”
She kissed him slowly. “We can’t do this right here.” he said
Shes smiled “Meet me in the red barn after dinner.”
Vera slowly walked along side the red faded barn searching for Daryl waiting to plant a kiss on his lips once again.
“Daryl? Are you there?” she whispered.
The night was at an eerie still. Only the moonlight lit the barn in slivers as it crept through the cracks of the roof. No leaves rustled, no wind blowed. Vera started to feel a bit scared from the dark quiet. Her stomach churned with a nervous feeling.
“Daryl?” she whispered again.
A shadow moved along the barn making Vera jump. She peeked her head out the door thinking to find Daryl but no one was there. The only sound she could hear was her slow breathing. The Shadow moved again.
“What?” She felt his warm breathe on her neck.
Vera jumped to face him. The moonlight shined on his face just over his eyes making the hazel in them sparkle.
“You had me half scared there for a minute you ass.”
Daryl laughed and pulled her in for a kiss.
“I’m sorry, you were just so beautiful in the moonlight I couldn’t speak.” he said
She pushed him up to the barns wall and kissed him passionately running her hands through his soft brown hair. He pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. He ran his hands down her side. He brushed her stomach as he went to unbutton her pants. He stopped kissing her and looked down. A long scar stretched across her stomach. Daryl traced his hand along it.
Vera took his hand and laced her fingers into his.
“I got burned real bad when I was younger.” she said “My daddy was a mean drunk.”
Daryl brushed the hair out of her face and softly kissed her.
“Looks like this one of mine.” he said pulling up his shirt to expose the scar Vera saw the first day she met him.
“How’d you get that?” she asked whispering.
“My brother, thought it’d be funny to cut my side with his new pocket knife, that’s one of many times, just left the biggest scar.”
She looked down tracing it with her fingers.
“Look herw.” he took her face in his hands “I’d never hurt you.”
He pulled her lips to his and wrapped her tightly in his arms. Vera pulled off his shirt and started to take off his jeans. Daryl picked her up and walked over to the bail of hay right beside them. He laid her down kissing her neck as he pulled off her pants. Vera moaned from the sensation of his lips on her. He started to kiss down her body making her moan more. She pulled him up and laid a hard kiss on his lips before pulling down his boxers. She glanced down smiling and bit her lip. Daryl started to blush a little but smiled too. He placed his hand on her thighs opening her legs and slid off her underwear.
Daryl pulled Vera closer to him looking down at her moonlit face.
“You have to be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
Vera pulled herself up and kissed him. Daryl slid into her making her gasp digging her nails into his back. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and moaned quietly. He slowly thrusted breathing heavy in between kissing her softly. The moonlight shined across them as they slowly rocked back and forth on the hay. Vera pulled up and gently bit his ear. Daryl smiled and lightly kissed her neck as she did.
“You feel unbelievable.” she whispered in his ear.
Her soft breathe tickled his ear turning him on even more than he was. Daryl slowed and pushed into to her once more making her let out a whimper. They both looked at each other with smug smiles catching their breathe.
Daryl went to speak “…”
“What was that?”
Vera sat up looking into the direction the sound came from.
“I don’t know sounds like gun shots.” said Daryl.
They dressed quickly and ran out of the barn. Daryl grabbed Vera’s hand making sure he had her and wasn’t going to lose her as they ran.
More gun shots. They ran faster towards the house to just come in sight of the group formed near the barn set closer to the house. Vera stopped letting go of Daryl’s hand.
“Oh no.” she said
“What? What is it?” Daryl said stopping a few feet in front of her.
Vera dropped to her knee’s.
There was gun shot after gun shot now. You could here yelling from where Daryl and Vera were. It was Shane, Daryl could tell it was his voice.
“Vera…” Daryl saw tears rolling on her cheek.
She sobbed shaking her head “It’s the barn, the barn has walkers in it. My mother’s in there!”
“What do you mean the barn has Walkers?!”
Vera yelled and put her head to the ground sobbing.
Daryl looked towards the group. He saw it now. His group, facing a drove of walkers flooding from the barn. They were shooting them but more and more came out. He started to run towards them, leaving Vera on the ground.
“Daryl!” yelled Shane “Help us!”
Daryl grabbed the rifle laying on the ground in front of him and started to shoot the walkers. They’re must of been forty or fifty, only about half of them were down when Daryl reached the group.
Rick, Andrea, Shane, T-Dog, Glenn, and Daryl stood in a line like a firing squad hitting the walkers one by one. These geeks look they’ve been rotting for years. They’re brains splattered with every shot to the head. The air reeked of death. They didn’t seem to stop. Finally the last walker came out of the barn and Shane hit it right in the head.
They stood catching their breathe. Looking at one another only slightly but more at the bodies that laid piled in front of them.
Hershel was on the ground crying and Maggie stood over him with tears on her face. Vera ran up to the group.
“What happened?!” She yelled with tears in her eyes.
Neither Hershel or Maggie spoke, they only cried staring at the dead walkers.
Daryl turned to Vera. She wasn’t crying only staring past him. She saw her mother, laying just in front of the barn. Even through the rotting flesh she still looked like her.
“No!” Vera yelled running towards her lifeless corpse. Daryl grabbed her and pulled her away from the geeks. She fought his embrace trying to pull his arms from her but he held her too tight. She calmed collapsing into his chest sobbing uncontrollably now.
A slight rustle came from the barn followed by a soft groan. A small pair of feet stepped out of the barn staggering into the sunlight. It was another walker. The group put up their guns but lowered them gasping to what they saw. It reached out groaning turning it’s face from the sunlight.
“Sophia?” Daryl whispered.
Chapter 10:he little girl stumbled over the dead walkers wincing at the sunlight. She moaned softly with a slight growl in her voice. She out stretched her arms reaching towards the line of survivors standing about 15 feet in front of her.
“Sophia!” Carol cried
She ran towards her little girl weeping. Daryl pushed Vera from him and stopped Carol just as he did Vera. Carol tried to push him off but he held her even tighter than he had held Vera. She collapsed bringing Daryl down with her. They sat on the ground Daryl hugging her as she sobbed not taking her eyes off her daughter.
It seemed like hours the group stood there watching Sophia stumble closer and closer as if she was doing so in slow motion. They all knew what had to be done but couldn’t bring themselves too. Sophia, they finally found her. They finally found her but too late.
Rick took a step forward and drew his pistol knowing he couldn’t wait any longer for for her.
“Don’t look” Daryl whispered to Carol.
She closed her eyes tight tears still streaming.
Sophia fell gracefully to the ground and all fell silent. The only sound was Carol’s soft weeps. For a while all of them just stood there, except Daryl and Carol who were still in the ground.
“What the hell happend?” Vera said calmly breaking the quiet.
“It was a danger to all of us to have those walkers in there.” Said Shane
“So you let them out and shot um’ all?” She said with fury burning inside her.
“I’m sorry missy but that’s how its done.”
Vera stormed over to him and slapped him right across the face. “You’re a bastard. This is my uncles farm not yours! Who gives you that right?”
He didn’t respond with one of his smart ass remarks he only stood there with a pink flushed left cheek. Daryl let go of Carol and ran to Sophia’s body. She fell to the ground next to it.
“My baby girl.” She said pushing Sophias hair out of her face “I’m sorry.”
Vera turned to Daryl and started to walk towards him. Daryl got up and chucked his gun across the grass and stormed off before Vera could reach him. She stopped not thinking it was right to chase after him, instead she walked to Carol and put her hands on her shoulders pulling her softly away fron Sophia and hugged her. They both wept.
“Hershel…” Rick said “I’m sorry.”
“Get out.” He said.