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A woman's worth.	By : SpikesSlayer08 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 4517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Huge thanks to Jaded79 for beta-ing this chapter for me too. Let me know what you guys think, enjoy!
Chapter 5
Lost in you.
Two weeks had passed since Daryl’s run in with Ed and thankfully Ed had mostly kept to himself, only coming near the group at dinner time but disappearing to his tent just as fast. Carol and Sophia had spent their nights since then in the RV and Daryl had moved his tent back to the camp and set it outside the RV wanting to keep a close eye on them and make sure Ed kept to his word and stayed away.
Still a lot had happened in two weeks, Carol was now healing well and back to helping the group with her normal duties, Carl was now back on his feet also but not long after Ed’s assault on Carol they had discovered the barn was full of walkers. Shane in a rage had opened the barn door and killed every walker that stumbled out; they discovered they were mostly Hershel’s family and friends.
After that Hershel had taken off causing Rick and Glenn to chase him to bring him home but they had of course ran into trouble and had returned with an injured man in the back of the car. Rick and Shane had driven him out 18 miles to dump him but again trouble had come, this time in the form of a large group of walkers, and they almost didn’t make it back alive.
Now he was tied up in the barn. Carol tried not to think of what was going on in the barn at this moment; she knew Daryl was in there with the man alone… Randall… trying to get information out of him, she just hoped he didn’t take it too far.
“So what you going to do?” she heard Lori ask. “We’d all feel better if we knew the plan.” She stood there waiting for their answer holding Sophia close to her side.
“Is there a plan?” Andrea asked moving towards Rick and Shane.
“Are we going to keep him here?” Glenn piped up.
“We’ll know soon enough,” Rick sighed looking over to where Daryl was coming across the clearing from the barn. The first thing Carol noticed was the worry on his face, the second was his bloody knuckles.
“Boy there’s got a gang,” he said coming to stand in front of the group. “Thirty men with heavy artillery and they aren’t looking to make friends… they roll through here our boys are dead and our women, they’re gonna wish they were.” He sighed feeling dread and panic burn through him.
When Randall had told him the story of what his group had done to a father and his two teenage daughters all he could think about was Carol and Sophia and he knew he had to do whatever it took to keep them both safe even if it meant killing the boy.
“What did you do?” Her voice was soft and sad; he looked at his hand bloody and torn open from the beating he had delivered.
“We had a little chat.” She couldn’t listen to anymore, shaking her head and sighing she turned, moving away from the group and to the RV with Sophia at her side.
He hadn’t seen her for a few hours and he was dying to get out and hunt but he wanted to make sure she was alright before he took off. T-Dog had taken it upon himself to keep a close eye on Carol and Sophia when Daryl was off hunting so Daryl always made a point to let him know when he was going out.
“Hey you seen Carol?” he asked T-Dog who stood on the front porch.
“Yeah she is in the RV repairing some clothes, and Sophia is just over there playing with Carl,” he said pointing near Lori and Rick’s camping area.
“Alright, I’m going hunting just going to check in with Carol.” T-Dog nodded as he watched Daryl move over to the RV, wondering how much longer it would take before they finally admitted what they really felt for each other.
Daryl opened the door to the RV, walking inside he shut the door behind him softly. He found her sitting at the back of the RV repairing the group’s older and torn clothes; she didn’t bother to look up knowing it was him and she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed in his actions this morning.
“Hey I just wanted to check on you, I’m going hunting,” he spoke gruffly leaning in the door frame.
“Okay,” she whispered still not looking up at him. He knew something was wrong; she usually had a smile for him and always told him to be careful but now she wouldn’t even look at him.
“Something wrong?” She sighed stopping what she was doing and standing to finally look at him.
“Does it really matter if there is?” she asked her tone angry and he found himself confused.
“Right, what’s your problem?” he snapped tossing his bow on the bed.
“You really want to know?”
“It’s why I asked.” Nodding, she took a deep breath before starting.
“This morning, you said you and Randall had a little chat but from the look of your hands you like to talk with your fists.”
“Trust me he deserved a lot worse.”
“Did Rick put you up to it? Why didn’t he get Shane to question him?”
“Shane is a loose cannon.”
“And your what, his henchman?” she asked raising her voice, he looked up at her surprised at her choice of words. “Torturing people, that isn’t you, it isn’t who you are.” He felt anger burn in him, how dare she call him Rick’s henchman! Daryl Dixon was no one’s henchman!
“Oh and you know me so well huh?” he hissed “You don’t know a damn thing about me woman and I ain’t no one’s henchmen!” he said raising his voice at her too.
“Then stop acting like it, Rick barks an order at you and you jump like a good little soldier… you’re a good man Daryl, you’re better than this,” she whispered moving closer to him but he could stop himself from jerking away from her; he turned intending on leaving but she grasped his arm.
“Daryl please stop…,” she sighed, grabbing his arm but he turned with rage in his eye and she couldn’t stop from jumping back, fear all over her features, her hands moving up to protect her face from a blow she expected to come that never did. He sighed realising he had scared her and in that moment he hated himself.
“Carol I… fuck!” he hissed running his hand through his messy hair, hating himself for losing his temper and for scaring her, he touched her arm softly getting her to calm down. She lowered her hands feeling silly for even thinking he would hurt her but after years of abuse it was just a natural reaction. “I would never hit you woman and I’m sorry I yelled alright.” She sighed, nodded fighting back the tears that burned in her eyes but failing as they slipped down her cheeks.
“Please don’t cry, I bloody hate it when you bloody cry,” he sighed moving to sit her on the bed with him. “You never have to worry about me hitting you, I know I can be a jerk, hot headed and I yell sometimes but I would never lay my hands on you.” She nodded looking up at him.
“I’m sorry; it was just a reaction… I know you would never…,” she cried unable to control her tears; he moved forward wrapping his arms around her as she cried into his chest.
“It’s alright, I get it,” he tried to reassure her; he knew old habits die hard.
When he noticed her crying had stopped, she pulled back looking at him strangely. Her hands moved to his chest unbuttoning the first few buttons on him shirt, he knew she felt it when she leaned her face on his chest and even though he had never let anyone else besides Merle see his scars he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. She opened the shirt looking at the large scar on his chest just over his heart; she reached out with her fingers brushing across the scar lightly causing his eyes to close at the feel of her soft skin on his.
“What happened?” she asked her voice a soft whisper.
“As I said my father could be a real bastard when he drank.” She looked up her eyes glassy from her tears and before he knew what he was doing he was leaning down to capture her lips with his own.
The kiss was soft and sweet; she never thought someone as rough and ragged as Daryl Dixon could have lips so soft and sweet. When she felt his tongue push at her lips she opened them willingly moaning at the feel of his tongue brushing across hers. Electric shocks shot through her body making her burn in a way she had never felt possible before.
Daryl was lost in the kiss. He didn’t know what had possessed him into kissing her; he was just thankful she hadn’t pushed him away in horror. No, she was kissing him back, moaning in his mouth softly grasping at his half opened shirt like she thought he might disappear. He was moments from pushing her down onto the bed when the RV door swung open and the sound of Carl and Sophia giggling filled the room.
They jerked away from each other before the two kids saw them kissing. Daryl turned his back to the kids quickly doing up his shirt and grabbing his bow as Carol sat there cheeks bright red, whether from embarrassment or excitement he wasn’t sure.
“I’ll be back before dark,” he told her unable to look at her before moving out of the RV. “You kids behave and stay in the camp.”
“I promise Mr Daryl,” Sophia smiled as he shut the door behind him. Carol smiled at the kids moving into the RV’s bathroom to collect herself for a few moments, shutting the door as she tried to catch her breath. Sophia smiled at her mother’s disappearing form. She had pretended not to see their kiss but she had; smiling at Carl, he looked at her confused.
“What?” he asked her.
“Do you think we could have a sleep over tonight? Maybe Mr Hershel will let us camp in the lounge room.” Carl smiled excitedly at the idea.
“Yeah let’s ask him,” he smiled all but bouncing out of the RV in excitement. Sophia couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Mr Daryl was strong, brave and a nice man, a good man, he had saved her life finding her in the woods and bringing her home to her mum; he had saved them both when he had told Ed to stay away from them both.
Her mother was beautiful and kind and deserved happiness and she could tell by the way they were around each other that there were feelings between them, and that Mr Daryl could really make her mother happy. Maybe with her having a sleep over with Carl tonight, she could talk Mr Daryl into staying in the RV with her mum. After all, Carol needed someone to watch over her for the night. A smile on her face, she followed Carl to the Greene house intending to set her plan into action.
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A woman's worth.