Amelia- may's story isn't all that different from anyone else's. The word went to shit, and the dead don't want to die. She has lost people and so has everyone else. Who she was before isn't who she now but here is one difference between Amelia may and every other survivor she as come across. She does't know who she was.. and who she is? Well, she is still trying to figure that out. During the mayhem of the beginning of the apocalypse, a fateful smack on the head stole her memory. All she has ever known is the world she is living in now but that doesn't means she's adept to surviving it, Eventually she ends up on deaths door until a man on a motorcycle chooses to save her life. Amelia- may has to decide if who she was is worth fighting for or if she'll fight that comes with what's forgotten and strive for something better with the one man who can see past it all.


7. She jus' needs a chance like I did

 "it's called Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Denise said, running her fingers along the line of a paragraph in the book she was holding. " It can be caused by injuries like the one that caused that scar." She looked up at Daryl and Rick, Michonne and Maggie, letting her eyes roam. " Basically causes her to black out and become violent. She's got no control over it and honestly, I have no idea how to fix it. Anger triggers it, even fear and I'm sure the amnesia isn't helping. She didn't mean to do this. " She said, motioning to the bruises on her throat. " And she can be snapped out of it. She stopped.. so there's that." 

Rick crossed his arms, looking down at the floor, thinking. " Basically, she's a bomb that could go off at anytime and not just any bomb." He looked over at Daryl, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and looking all sorts of angry. " She's lethal. She knows how to kill people and not just with weapons. We've seen what she can do with just her hands.. shit, she's been teaching us how to do it." Daryl narrowed his eyes. " Having her here..." he looked at Denise and shook his head. " Do we really want to chance something like this happening again? She could kill someone next time. Whether or not she has control of it, it's a real problem." 


" What're you saying?" Daryl demanded, his voice a whole lot angrier than it should have been. No point in hiding it.. He pushed off the wall, moving toward the whole group. " Throw her back out there? She'll die!" He looked all around and Maggie stepped forward.

" I don't think that's the solution. She hasn't intentionally done anything to anyone. And she's proving she can be a resource to us. She didn't ask for this. We shouldn't just give up on her because it's hard to deal with."  She countered, looking over at Denise. " What else does the book say?"

Denise sighed a little. " Not much. I mean, there weren't many studies done on it. And the ones that were involved medications that we just don't have access to. It does make a big note about keeping anger to a maximum. Getting her emotions under control." Michonne tilted her head a little. 

" What about yoga?" she asked calmly. " Sounds like a joke, I know. But it has techniques for calming." Rick let his arms drop and he paced a little.

" Not sure that's a solution. Maybe long term.. but for now? She can't be left alone. We may have to think about.. confining her till we can think of a long term solution. For her safety as much as everyone else."  Rick met Daryl's gaze and Daryl threw up an arm.

" That's bullshit!" He growled out. " She's not a wild animal." He moved to the door, breezing past everyone. " We're not locking her up again and if you want someone with her all the time, then fine. That's my job now. I'll move her to the empty house with me at the back lot. Make y'all happy." He spat out and yanked the door open, letting it slam against the wall as he went outside. He heard Maggie say, ' Let him go,; as he stepped out to the sidewalk.


Try as he might, he just couldn't see her as a threat. Intentionally or not. She was... broken. like him. If he gave up on her, if he made her believe she wasn't worth saving, then he was no better than all the other evils in the world that she had to deal with. He was always willing to listen to Rick and the others and usually they were the voice of reason but he wasn't going to let them fight him on this. He couldn't explain why, couldn't put words to the need of it. But he had to take care of her, give her a chance. The same chance that had been given to him all that time ago. Everything was fucked but it could still be good. People could still be good and he was going to make damn sure he was going to be one of them.




Carol felt Daryl's hand on her shoulder, turning to look up at him. " How's she doin?" He asked gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking over a Amelia's sleeping form. Carol shifted in her chair, following suit.

" She hasn't budged since she passed out. No fever or anything. I think she's  going to be just fine." She said, reaching out and gripping Daryl's knee for a moment. " What'd everyone decide?" She asked cautiously, looking at his face. His jaw set into a fine line.


" They didn' decide nothin. I did." He reached forward and gently brushed some stray strands of hair out of Amelia's face. " Rick thought we should lock her up again. I ain't lettin that happen." He let his hand fall back to his lap, glancing at Carol. " She jus needs a chance.. like I did." Carol slowly smiled, nodding slightly. 

" You're a good man, Daryl Dixon." she said, standing up from the chair and reaching out to grab the back of his head before placing a kiss on his forehead. Then she stepped away and headed for the door. " Whatever you choose, I'll support you as long as I can. I'm going to go talk with the others." And she stepped out f the room, closing the behind her. For a long time, he just sat here staring at the door. Thinking.


He wasn't sure he would ever consider himself a good man. But as his eyes moved back to Amelia's peacefully sleeping face, he knew he's never stop trying to be one. He didn't always succeed and sometimes, he made the wrong choices. Sometimes , he fucked up .. but deep down he knew even without being able to explain it, that this was the right choice. He'd see Amelia through this, he'd help her find a place here. And he'd prove to them that she was just as fixable as he was



It was at least another hour before she began to stir, Daryl now in the chair at the bedside. He straightened up the moment she opened her eyes, reaching forward and grabbing her hand without a second thought. He wanted her to know she was safe, that she wasn't alone or in some place scary. She blinked a few times, then turned her head to look at him.

" Daryl?" she asked, sounding slightly confused. Then it dawned on her and she let out a slow breath, closing her eyes. " Did I black out again?" Daryl squeezed her hand softy.


" Naw, you passed out like a wuss." He smirked lightly at her. She opened her eyes and frowned at him but then it turned into a small smile. She brought a hand up to her forehead, rubbing it idly before deciding to sit up. Daryl let her hand go, relaxing back in the chair. " How you feelin?" He asked, studying her face. 

" Terrible." she said, pushing her head back against the headboard and looking down at her hands. She turned them over, staring at her palms. " I wish I knew how to control this...  I was I had my memory back. " Her eyes darted up then, going wide. " Oh my god, Daryl!" She grabbed his hand, which had still been resting on the bed. " I remembered something!" Her free hand went up to her mouth , like she couldn't believe what she'd just said. 


" That's great! He said, scooting a bit closer , letting her hold onto his hand. " Right?" He watched her hand fall from her mouth to her lap . And the sudden intense pain in her eyes brought a nearly physical urge to him to just close the distance and hold her. But he stayed where he was, watching her. 


" Those two men... that I couldn't remember if I killed or not. They were my brothers." Her voice was shaking as she said it. " Sam.... he snapped. He just went crazy." Tears began to fell from her eyes, she had to look away from him. " He hit me over the head with a rock. I tried to stop him and he just..." She reached up and touched the scar beneath her hair, above her left ear. " He stabbed him. Over and over.  He wouldn't stop. So i... killed him." The tears were hot , burning as they flowed down her cheeks She had brothers. She remembered their names and how they died but that was it. That was all that she had of her past. And it was.. awful.


Daryl sat there in complete silence, watching her cry with that damned blank expression on her face. " Shit.." He finally muttered and moved to her side, sitting next to her on the bed with his back against the headboard, an arm snaking around her and he pulled her closer to his body. She let him, her side melting into him, the back of her head against his shoulder. " I'm sorry, woman," 

She wasn't even angry at the ' woman'. He could call her woman all he wanted as long as he just kept  holding her like that. Anything to make the pain pass. Her heart hurt. " It's gonna be alright. I'll take care of ya. Yer not goin anywhere. I mean it." She heard him say and for a moment, she wondered if was kidding. She'd nearly killed Denise, after all. But his other arm moved completely around her and for the first time she felt a real sense of safety. The tears subsided , she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. " We're gonna  figure  this out together." He said and she believed him. For a while she just held onto his arms for dear life.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...