Days. Months. You couldn’t really remember, you only knew that you had been at the prison for a while. If you would have known they were there, you would have moved on. Most of them though were gone: dead or just left to go somewhere else. Few faces were familiar to you anymore, but there was one you wished you could forget.
To say it bothered you a great deal that you were near him again was an understatement. Your small hunting knife was always in reach as you would walk around the place, but you slept with your weapon of choice. You knew the redneck well enough that he was sure to get you for the last time you saw him.
Those other familiar faces were happy to see you when you showed up one day with another group they had brought into the fold. You had looked slightly different with a few new scars, but they still recognized you. You remembered Rick smiling and shaking your hand before pulling you in for a hug, something you hadn’t expected. The smile died when you asked of the others, of Lori, and you couldn’t help but look down at ruining a smile that hadn’t been seen in a while.
At the moment, Rick had you going along the fences to take care of some of the walkers, but you knew you’d probably be out for guard as well. It was like he was doing his best to keep you and Daryl apart; so when he was inside, you would be outside and vice versa. Sure, it was nice of the guy, but at the same time you wished whatever was going to happen with Daryl would go ahead so you could move passed it.
“You need to stop daydreamin’ and do yer job,” said the redneck in his usual tone of gruffness.
“And you need to stop watching what I’m doing and worry about what you’re supposed to do.” There wasn’t much else you could say to him unless you wanted him to keep bothering you or just hit you.
“I am, I came out here to tell you that you need to change clothes.” His blue eyes scanned your body quickly before he looked away.
“You’re kidding, right? What I’m wearing is just fine and it’s hot. Don’t like it then don’t look, simple as that,” you told him with a grunt as you got another walker with your spear. There was nothing wrong with what you had on: a white tank, a black bra underneath, a pair of jeans and some running shoes. You had been wearing it other days so why did it matter today?
“Cause some of the guys out here are getting distracted and we need them helping, not eyeing you.” Daryl saw how some of the guys helping with the crops and killing other walkers would look your way to admire a quick second and then get back to work.
Even though his hair was in his face and sweat dripping in his eyes a bit, he could understand why they stared. You didn’t see how your skin glistened in the sun as you moved or the way your face had a look of determination and almost enjoyment at killing the things on the other side of the fence. Even under your jeans he could see how the muscles would flex when you would thrust the stick at the things; and guessed you didn’t even realize how tight they were. Everyone knew your bra was black with the way your tank was almost a second skin and see through from the sweat. Let’s just say that this was as close to a shower scene that any guy had seen of a woman in a long time.
“Well let me look in my giant wardrobe of clothes to find some that aren’t so risque.” The sarcasm dripped on every word. It never even occurred to you that the one person you were worried about this whole time was having a small conversation with you. Nor did it ever cross your mind that maybe he was telling you to do this for himself.
Daryl only walked off, his usual angel wings slightly tattered and worn, but still visible. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. What was wrong with him? You were the same girl who had a tantrum because you weren’t treated properly. It wasn’t abuse, he just didn’t want anything to do with you or anyone else. Maybe you leaving and the fact of what had happened while you were gone had changed him. He no longer had to act as his brother would. Merle was dead: that was it. Now the younger of the two could now be who he wanted, but why the sudden urges for you? Daryl shook his head, sweat spattering everywhere as it fell.
You were right about what Rick had done, guessing he didn’t know of the talk that you had with Daryl. It was for the best, in your opinion, seeing as how you didn’t know if Daryl was just biding his time or not. With a small hit to your face with your palm and a sentence to yourself, you went back to watching the woods for a sign of non-walker people.
The night was quiet except for the gurgled moans of the dead that was feet below you, but it was easy enough to tune them out now. Animals no longer chirped or sang so that didn’t block any sound. Then there was the sound of light footsteps coming from the hallway up to the guard tower. They were getting closer, but they weren’t hurried.
You slowly pulled out your knife and sat in the farthest area where there were bars, your knees were up and you were ready to pounce at any second. When the door opened, you sighed as you heard your name leave from the intruder with a voice you knew well.
“What do you want, Daryl,” you asked, sheathing your weapon. If he ganked you up here then so be it, you just didn’t care anymore.
“Nothin,’” was all he said as he sat on the concrete walkway, his legs dangling down the side.
You looked at him with skepticism, know he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t after something. With a slight grunt, you sat back down the way you were before he startled you. You kept your gun in your lap out of habit of sitting in the guard tower and waiting. Not even looking at him you asked, “What are you doing up here?”
Even in the soft light from the moon, Daryl’s eyes sparkled and almost seemed to glow. He never was one to show emotion, and his eyes didn’t betray him either. “Why did you come back?”
You looked at him from the corner of your eye, noticing how his posture was different than usual. “It wasn’t on purpose. If I had known the group was here then I wouldn’t have been with the people I had been. I was as surprised as you when I saw Rick and some familiar faces.” You turned your head long enough to tell him, “I didn’t want to come back,” before you went back to watching.
If you had looked at Daryl then, his eyes would have shown you the fire from so many emotions that would have told everything. Thankful that you hadn’t seen that moment of weakness, he watched you; not even hiding the fact. Never being much for words, he was always taught to learn by movement, as if everything and everyone was prey.
Daryl pulled the gun forcefully away from you, making you look at him to tell him off, when his lips hit yours. It was a rough kiss, the sound of teeth hitting teeth, but you didn’t care. You nipped and sucked at his lower lip, listening to the beast that had taken over him. Hands on your waist, his growls were low and filled with a darkness only an animal could have. You knew you were his prey now; the way his fingers dug into your skin and the way you lips felt almost raw from his voice told you so.
Daryl was the one to pull away, untangling himself from you and got on his knees to stand up. As any animal would do, he nuzzled against your shoulder. The feeling couldn’t be described as it gave you goose bumps at the feel of his scruff and hair on your skin. There was no sound to the both of you until you whimpered at the bite he left on your shoulder before he stood and went back down into the prison.