â starter for maddie ( @tophct ) !
daryl's bike rolls to a halt outside of one of the many unassuming houses of alexandria. the heel of his boot pushes at the kickstand, haphazardly shoving it out to lean the machine upright while he kills the engine. his feet stumble as he climbs off of the seat.
to say that he trusts the alexandrian people is an understatementâ this is his family. but maddie is... different. there's something about their relationship that goes beyond. it's like what he has with rick, but at the same time, still different. he opens her door, closing it quickly behind him.
daryl wastes no time. â need yer help, â he says gruffly, sliding his jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. he's dripping with blood, deep cuts and lacerations littering his arm and the side of his body. before she can ask, he sits at her table and lets his arm rest across the surface. â i tripped somethin', â he admits. for all his skill, he's not perfect. â blew up some kinda trap. â
it's no questionâ he needs her to help him pick the shrapnel out and flush his wounds. it'll be easier with two pairs of hands, after all, and the clock is ticking towards infection. he could have gone to the infirmary for their help, of course. it would have been faster. easier. but after denise... he can't stand to set foot in there. it makes him sick. he knows maddie understands.
