Two weeks later, Daryl was standing in the watch tower , pacing easily with a rifle over his shoulder and his crossbow leaned against the rail. It was well past midnight, the sky was littered with stars and the moon was half full. It was chilly, but he didn't mind much. Helped him keep awake. He'd taken the shift over from Abraham. Watching the wall was something he actually didn't mind doing. It was quiet , mostly. And he could keep to himself.
He'd grown to be a part of these people over the last several years. Thinking about who he used to be, before the world went to shit. He was an asshole then.. sure, he was still kind of an asshole now but as Carol put it, ' One with a heart of gold.' Of course, he'd just laughed that off for what it was.. a joke. A heart of gold was way beyond him but he was certainly a different man.These people were his family , his home. It was the only reason he fought for this place. They could be anywhere and he'd be happy with it as long as they all stuck together. They'd lost so much, so many good people. Having a fighting chance was pretty much all any of them could ask for. Which was probably why he'd fought do hard with Rick to give Amelia a shot.
' I know she can't remember.. but what does it matter?' He said, sitting across from Rick's kitchen table, Little Asskicker in his lap and playing with his crossbow strap. Rick was relaxed back in his chair, turning a glass of water in one hand.
' It matters. A lot. She won't talk about it, those two people she says she's not sure if she killed or not? There's no details. It's the one thing she's not willing to elaborate on. And it makes it hard to trust her.' The former Sheriff said, smiling a little at Judith as she made a low giggle. Daryl made a face at her and she just grabbed his nose. He gently pulled her hand off and look at Rick.
' I think we can safely say by now that she ain't lyin. Even Denise say's she's not fakin it. Found a huge scar on the side of her head. Figures that's how she lost her memory.' He met Rick's gaze and let out a heavy sigh. ' Man, we can't keep her locked up in there forever. We gotta make a choice.'
And make a choice, they did. So far, Daryl hadn't regretted it. None of them had. Of course, it has only been a week. But most people seemed to like her and she was teaching them things none of them had ever thought of. Like how useful hand to hand combat could be against walkers or how deadly knife throwing could be. The woman was a veritable force to be reckoned with. She was still trying to figure out where she fit in. Not just in Alexandria , but in the world. Seeing as it was the only world she knew, she was at an advantage. She didn't have an old world to miss but she still seemed lost. To him, anyway.
It had been a couple of days since he'd seen her. She kept mostly to herself , but managed to be as friendly as possible when people were around. It was when she was alone, and didn't know he was looking, that he saw the sorrow. A deep set sadness that filled her eyes and seemed to drag her spirit down instantly but it was always fleeting, disappearing the instant she realized she'd dropped her facade.
" Brought you some coffee." He heard Carol say, turning to see her climb the last few rungs of the ladder with a thermos in her hand. She was wearing one of her button up sweaters. Woman dressed like a housewife these days. But he knew better. Carol was as deadly as they came. He nodded at her, helping her all the way up with one hand. He took the coffee with a grunted ' thanks' and turned back to look over the wall. She leaned against it, staring out into the dark.
" So... What's with you and amnesia-girl?" She asked, stealing a sideways glance jusr before he put the coffee to his lips He stopped , lowered the thermos and glared at her.
" Her name's Amelia and what the hell ya mean?" he asked roughly. His tone didn't seem to bother her one bit. If anyone could handle him, it was Carol. The bond they had was something different. Nothing romantic or anything like that but maybe brother and sister like. She was family. Simple as that. She smiled at him, turning a little and watching him as he took a long sip.
" I mean, you're always watching her from a distance. You go out of your way to talk to her. You've even been showering more." She grinned at him, nudging hi, with one hand. He twisted the cap back on the thermos and set it down.
" Dunno what the hell yer talkin 'bout." he said, intentionally not looking at her. He moved past her to look over the other end of the watch tower. Carol just laughed a little.
" Sure you do. Hey, I'm not complaining. Especially if you're showering more." she joked, turning to look at him. " Just..." her expression sobered a little, that light of concern and care she had for him flooding her eyes, " Be careful, okay? We still don't know much about her. And she hasn't decided if she's sticking around. Don't get too attached just yet." She touched his arm, and he looked at her with a frown.
" I ain't attached." he muttered, " Just bein friendly is all. Woman's got on one. I know what that's like." he said, and Carol nodded. Before she could respond, a shrill whistle was heard , the sound of running headed for them inside the walls. Both he and Carol stood at immediate attention, looking down.
" Daryl!" It was Carl, who stopped just in ear shot. " Come quick! It's Amelia! Something's wrong!" Daryl immediately handed Carol the rifle and grabbed his crossbow, with a word going down the ladder and missing more than a few rungs on the way. He met up with Carl and they both started running toward the house where the infirmary and Amelia's room were.
" What happened?" he demanded as they rounded the corner.
" Denise said she had some sort of seizure." Carl responded, a little out of breath. All Daryl could do in response was run faster.