(Shorter chapter!! Needed the backstory!!)
"No more!" Alyssa yells, handing me my medicine.
I groan in pain as Alyssa's voice makes my brain shake, "Lower your fucking voice."
"No! You need to deal with the consequences of your stupid actions!" She angrily hands me a glass of water.
"Carol wasn't doin' it right, so I decided to."
Alyssa groans irritatedly and flops on the couch next to me, my slouched body bouncing as she sits. I grunt, "Ow."
"You're such a control freak! Just because someone is fighting someone and they're not doing what you would be doing, doesn't mean you have to jump into the fight! Like you've done the past week! You just got beat! You have two black eyes and a broken nose, Adrian!"
I scoff painfully, "But that's the exact reason why I should join a fight."
Alyssa rolls her eyes, "You would've been dead if you got hit on the ground one more time!"
"Ow, stop yelling."
She leans in, right next to my ear, "NO!" She screams.
I scream in pain and cover my ears, "Fuck off!"
Daryl comes quietly down the steps, actually being courteous of my concussion. "'s all the yellin'?"
"Alyssa's bein' a fuckin' ass." I hiss, taking my medicine.
Daryl scoffs and kisses me gently on the head, "Alyssa," He warns.
Alyssa sighs and slouches into the chair, "Adrian, you're gonna get yourself killed."
That's the goal.
I smile gently, "PBND, bitch. Now can we please stop talking? It hurts."
Just then, Inejra comes inside. "'Lyss, Carl and Enid-" She stops when she sees Daryl, "Hi." She smiles a downturned smile and looks at her feet before looking back at Alyssa. "Carl and-uh-Carl and Enid want you."
I squint my eyes because of the light from the windows and look at Inejra, her face is flushed and she's hiding a smile.
Oh my fucking god.
I have to bite my bottom lip to hide a smile, Alyssa notices it too and looks at me, hiding a smile too.
"Coming." She replies, standing up.
Inejra turns around to walk out of the door but steals a glance at Daryl before practically running out of the house.
Daryl and I look at each other, "What was that?" He asks, genuinely confused.
I chuckle, "Inejra's a little fond of you."
Daryl thinks for a moment, "Huh. I'm like..."
"20 years-" I groan in pain and put a hand on my head as my head throbs. "Older than her?"
Daryl huffs confusedly before disregarding the conversation, "I'm gonna go work on my bike." His voice is soft enough to where it doesn't hurt my head too bad.
He leans down and kisses me on the lips gently, "I'll be here." I groan, readjusting on the couch.
He chuckles, "No more gettin' into fights, 'ight? This coulda' been really bad."
I grunt quietly, "It already is. Close the curtains, 'Lyss opened them because she knows it hurts my head. Petty bitch." I mumble.
Daryl chuckles and closes the curtains, dimming the room. "Plus, if I don't get into any more fights, what's the fun in life?"
"Survivin'." Daryl huffs, kissing me again.
I smile, "Meh." I think for a moment before saying, "Wait, that made my head feel better."
I pucker my lips playfully and Daryl scoffs, leaning down and kissing me one more time, this time more passionately.
Fuck this concussion.
"Oh man, that really makes me feel better." I smile.
Daryl groans and kisses me again before straightening up, "Bye." He says, walking off.
A little less than an hour later, I'm napping on the couch and I feel a soft kiss to my temple.
I sit up quickly, ready to fight before wincing and putting a hand to my head.
"Easy," Daryl's voice says. My eyes haven't adjusted to anything yet but his voice makes me relax.
I lay back down and allow my eyes to adjust.
"I'm goin' on a run with Rosita and Denise. I'll be back later."
I nod, "Please don't die or get kidnapped or traumatized any more than you already are."
He scoffs, "Okay," He kisses me passionately on the lips, softly cupping my bruised cheek.
"I love you, I'll see you later." He expresses, backing away.
I nod but don't have the time to respond before I fall asleep again.
"Adrian!" Alyssa yells, she and Inejra run inside, waking me up.
I groan, "Be fucking quiet."
"Shit went fucking down!" Inejra whisper-yells.
I sit up quickly, ignoring my pounding migraines, and turn to them, expecting the worst.
"Eugene's been shot! Denise is dead! Those people Daryl got kind of kidnapped from are back!" Alyssa informs me. "Abraham wants to talk to you."
I nod, "'kay, where is he?"
"You can come in!" Inejra yells to Abraham from the front door.
"Wait!" I yell quickly, wincing. "Daryl-"
"He's fine. Upset, but fine." Inejra replies just as Abraham comes inside.
"Damn, you look like hell." He notes.
"Die. What do you want?"
He chuckles and walks over to me, handing me a few pills. "Denis had 'em. Daryl's in the infirmary with Rick, talkin' to 'im so I thought I'd bring these to you. Denise got them for you. I figured you're hurtin' right now."
I smile and grab the three bottles of antibiotics from Abraham's hand, "You okay?" I ask, reading the labels to see how many pills to take.
"Yeah, I'm alive."
"No," I look up at him, squinting. "Are you okay?"
I look over at Inejra and Alyssa but they're already upstairs, leaving us two alone.
He hesitates before nodding, "Yeah. Yeah, I am."
I smile and take one of each pill, "Hell yeah you are...because I'm here, duh."
He scoffs, "That is so the reason."
I nod, "Where's Damien?"
"Dunno. Probably with Rosita or Maggie."
I nod, "Will you please stay. It's so fucking boring here, alone, in major ass pain."
He chortles and sits next to me, "Why would I not?"
I smile, "Exactly..." I examine him, noting the bit of blood splatter on his jacket sleeve.
"What the fuck happened out there?" The antibiotics kick in, numbing my migraines enough that I can speak without wincing.
He sighs and leans back, "One of the pricks who tried to kidnap Daryl came back. Shot Denise with an arrow though he said he was aimin' for Daryl. Told them they needed to show them the way to get here-I was hidden. Eugene bit a dick, we fought back, the pussies fell back."
"I'm sorry...Eugene...bit...a dick?"
Abraham chuckles and nods, "Hell yeah. And he was good as hell at it."
"Jesus," I whisper. "We need to stop goin' out on runs."
Abraham nods, "We could...but where's the adrenaline."
I chuckle, "Oh my god, you fucking get me. You get me."
He smiles and nods, "Always have."
"You and I are the same person, no doubt. Nobody understands my need for adrenaline."
He puts his arm around me and I lay my head on his shoulder, allowing my head to rest comfortably. "Lucky I do."
"Incredibly."