Several days have passed since this evening and nothing has happened between you and Daryl. You were two completely strangers again. What happened? You didn’t know… One morning you woke up completely alone. You lay on the cold, hard and empty mattress. You slowly got up and went to the window with your weak body. You saw Daryl load a van parked between two trees. As if he knew you were watching, he turned and fixed his eyes on the big window. You walked a little embarrassed from the window and knelt down next to a table. You took your bow and began to polish it with an old rag.

“Hey, did I wake you up?”

You jumped out of sudden fear and accidentally cut your hand at a sharp corner of the table.

“Y/N, all right, stay calm.”

Daryl noticed the cut and approached you slowly, supported by a backpack that hung on his shoulder.

“Let me see…”

He took out a small box resembling a first-aid kit and disinfected the wound with a few things in the box.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t worry, just leave it alone.”

“Shut up, please…”

He took out a bandage and wrapped it around my hand. Shortly after, he got up and handed you some clothes.

“Here, I found these.”

You looked at him for a few minutes and almost asked him to leave the room. You didn’t want to change clothes in front of him after he had seen you half naked in the woods and now more than ever you did not want to show your body so ruined.

“I’m waiting for you downstairs.”

The atmosphere was visibly tense. Nothing had happened between you since that evening. You wore a black shirt, a sweatshirt and slightly torn black jeans. Then you took you beloved bow and went downstairs. Right in front of the door Daryl leaned against the car and drummed his fingers against the window of the van, almost annoyed by the short wait.

“Come, let us return to the others.”

You agreed with your nodding head without saying a word and got into the car. It was still not clear to you why Daryl had not immediately taken you to the rest of the group instead of going into the forest in that uninhabited house.

“Why did we come here?”

He did not answer, kept looking at the road and at the edge of the forest, completely ignoring your presence. Did you say something wrong? By now you had gotten used to these unanswered questions that were buzzing around in your mind, it had almost become normal… It had been a week since you had last seen the rest of the group. You even missed it… The car raced along the long road, which was surrounded by endless dark trees. The forest brought Walkers on every meter of the world, and the noise of the old vehicle in which you drove attracted them. Daryl was impassive and barely cared for the dozens of Walkers that haunted the car. A few miles away, you began to see the fence at Hershel’s Farm, that faint old wooden fence… But your attention was immediately drawn to a Walker who walked through the ears of wheat on the grounds. How was it possible? The others would have noticed immediately and shot him in less than half a second. Near the gate Daryl suddenly stopped and put an arm over your chest so you would not vomit on the car’s dashboard, at the sight of you being offered there. You just looked at him stupidly and embarrassed.

“Shit…”

The gate was on the floor and the fence had given way on the sides, causing a huge gap. The Walkers had been successful in their intentions… They were forced to squeeze on the fence because of the insatiable hunger until it finally collapsed. You noticed an imposing fire rising from the barn and the house surrounded by countless Walkers. Daryl went as close as possible to the house and cursed on. There was not a single sign of life in the yard of the house. The cars were gone, like the rest of the group.

“We have to leave the farm Y/N.”

“What? And the others? Where are they? Where are we going now?”

“I dont know…”

“Why don’t you know that!”

“I don’t know Y/N, stop!”, he shouted.

You looked at him in surprise and at the same time scared. You crouched back on the seat and put your arms and chin on your knees. You didn’t talk to him all day. Not because you were so offended as he had answered, but because you were ashamed of your behavior. You had unfairly attacked him, it was not really his fault. If it had not been for him, you would probably have died now. The sky turned bright orange shortly after he found a shelter for you for the night. Daryl locked you in the car as he patrolled the area and eliminated the last harmless Walker. You could not stand him if he was like that. You knew how to defend yourself well. Damn Dixon… Every time you thought of him, your heart started beating fast and you were out of breath. Your body was simply attracted to this man. You were so different, the opposite of the other. Something indescribable began to build in you, a beautiful and at the same time frightening thing. You made a promise at the beginning of the epidemic. In other words, not being tied to anything, let alone people, so you do not have to suffer so bad again. But now it was different… You recovered from your thoughts when you heard a knock on the window. It was Daryl who suggested that you get out of the car. You opened the door and he went without looking at you to a small house near a freshwater creek. You took the backpacks and followed in silence… After arranging the tents you would sleep in, you filled them with blankets you found in a locker in the house. Daryl went into a tent and locked himself in without saying a word that was worth a look. Your heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces. After all, it was you fault… You took a blanket and left the house without making any noise. Outside, you looked around for Walkers first, then climbed onto the low roof and sat down on a small balcony. You raised your eyes to the sky and watched the numerous stars… You felt the autumn breeze brush your cheeks and then scurry through the leaves of the trees. A sense of melancholy filled your heart and sadness seized you. You had only one fixed thought that kept coming back to your mind. Daryl, Daryl and again Daryl. You couldn’t think of anything else. You felt footsteps approaching you, but you did not really notice. A brick fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Your heart had done the same. You turned to see the scenery better. You couldn’t believe it. It was Daryl…

“Hey.”

You couldn’t say a word because of your emotions. Daryl came up and sat next to you.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“I’m sorry.”, you answered. He looked at you in surprise. “I’m the one who owes you an apology.”You didn’t answer. You clung to his arm and hugged him tightly between your breasts. Daryl slipped under the covers and lifted you to his side. You leaned your head against his chest and he began to stroke your thighs.

“I’m stupid…”, you whispered softly.

“Stop.”

“I was against you when, on the other hand, you risked your life to protect me, why did you do that, after all, I’m a nobody.”

“Now you are stupid.”

“Why, I’m just trying to understand…”

You jumped up and knelt at his side, looking puzzled.

“Daryl, why are you doing that?”

At that moment he turned around, grabbed your head in his hands and brought his face close to your face… Your lips were very close together, as if they were almost touching each other. You felt his painful breathing warm your mouth. ‘What are you waiting for? Just do it.’, you thought… So you stayed a few minutes and enjoyed the moment you both had been waiting for so long. You closed your eyes and a little later you felt his wet lips gently pressing against yours. You crossed your arms behind his strong neck, opened your legs and sat on his thighs. He put his warm hands under your shirt and began to stroke your hips. A groan escaped you, which was immediately silenced by another kiss, which was always overwhelming and full of passion. Your tongues began to touch carefully at first and then in daring motions. Your hands fell on his strong shoulders, but were immediately blocked. Daryl pulled them closer to the buttons on his top and urged you to take off his shirt. You took the first button with trembling hands, then the second, third and fourth and gained more and more confidence. He stood there, shirtless… Daryl’s mouth began to fall to the left on your slightly curved neck. He started kissing your neck and then nibbling on it. You felt your body start to stir and the chills ran fast over your back, unable to control the myriad impulses sent by your body and perfectly captured by Daryl, but which could satisfy them one after the other. His hands began to lift until you gently took off your own shirt. At that moment, you felt terribly ashamed. You covered your chest and felt shy, almost repugnant to your body. He arched his back and kissed you with his lips… You hugged him, clutching his body with your hands. Daryl ran his fingertips over your back to the bra lock. A simple and quick touch and he unbuttoned it, gently lowering the straps and dropping your bra. Immediately you were ashamed again. When you held the bra in your hands, Shane came back to you in your memories. Your eyes began to fill with tears that fell incessantly over your chest. Daryl noticed it and moved your hair behind your ears to look into your face. He held you in his arms and almost suffocated you through his muscles. Your hands were melting and you started to rest on his warm chest. He didn’t say a word. Your hearts spoke for themselves. After wrapping you in the blanket, he took you on his shoulders and climbed down from the roof like a nimble and quiet cat. He entered the house and then the tent, leaned against his blankets and held you tight.

“Daryl…”

“What?”

“Do not leave me…”

“That will not happen, never, I promise…”