Where the hell are all my Team Peter fans?

Jesus Christ.

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~Rebel's POV~

Everyone had migrated to the barn this morning, all of us expecting the worse.

All of us that had weapons were armed and ready to fire if it came to that. Rick had asked Hershel and his family to come to the barn this morning and we could see them approaching in the distance.

Carol and Lori were holding the children near to them and you could see Shane's face growing redder by the minute.

I was in awe that Peter and Shane were related, Peter was so playful and cautious while Shane was serious and always acted on instinct.

That had to be Shane's biggest weakness, his quick fire mind. He always acted as soon as it crossed his mind, he never stopped for explanation or justification.

While it was his weakness, it was also his strength.

Hershel approached us slowly and took his time to look at everyone of us that was yielding arms and it unsettled me how calm he was acting.

Shane stepped forward and it looked like he was about to burst a vein.

"Wanna explain why the hell you got walkers in your barn?" Shane yelled at him.

That's when the banging started. The barn doors started to rattle and you could hear the hungry wails of the undead.

Sophia started crying into Carol's shirt, muffling her small sobs. Carl was trying to stay strong, but you could see he was breaking down faster and faster.

"They're people. They're just sick. I'm trying to find a way to cure them." Hershel said quietly, trying to negotiate with Shane.

"They're dead! They ain't got no brains inside of 'em! They don't remember you!" Shane roared with anger and I flinched away from him, trying to avoid the wrath of his anger.

Daryl cast me a worried glance but I didn't return it. He had bothered me repeatedly since the fall. He kept insisting that I needed to rest and I couldn't walk, but despite his efforts, I had been fairly active.

"You think you can save 'em. But you can't. They're dead!" Shane yelled at Hershel and he unlocked the barn doors, releasing the walkers into the open.

Everyone's weapons were raised and shots were fired. My ears were ringing and all I heard were the muffled sobs of Maggie and Beth.

Maggie collapsed on the ground, but Beth stood. She ran towards the limp, lifeless body of the walker that once was her mother.

"Mom! Mom!" She kept sobbing into the dingy shirt of the dead body.

Everyone's breath caught as the rasp of the body came to life. Beth screamed and tried to back away, but the walker caught hold of her ankle.

Peter raised his gun and I sucked in a breath, I knew from watching him on the shooting range that he was not the most experienced shot. He could hardly hit a 15 yard target.

The bullet rang out and the walker fell, leaving Hershel and Rick to drag Beth's whimpering body away.

I turned away and started to shuffle my feet back to camp. I didn't understand how Hershel thought those things were sick. They were sick yes, diseased even, but they couldn't be cured. That's for sure.

I heard footsteps behind me and I felt a warm presence approaching. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daryl's face staring at me, but I ignored him, yet again.

"Ye' shouldn' be walkin'." Daryl told me.

"I'm fine."

"Ye' need to rest." Daryl said.

"I said I'm fine."

"Hershel sai-" Daryl started.

"I don't give a shit about what Hershel said! I am fine! Why do you care so much anyways?" I snapped at him, not really expecting an answer.

"Sorry fer' bein' concerned!" He shouted at me.

He stomped away, leaving me standing in the middle of the road, not knowing what his problem was.

It's not like he should care, he didn't really have a right to. I was just his fellow group member. Sure we kissed, but it's not like it meant anything.

I dragged myself back to camp, dreading the moment that I had to face Daryl.

When I came round, he was sitting at the campfire, sharpening his hunting knives. Okay, that's a bit scary.

I climbed the ladder to the top of the RV where Dale sat in his canvas chair, his hat flopping over his face slightly. He glanced up from his worn out book and dog-eared the page.

"What's wrong, Trooper?" he asked me.

He knew I came up here to talk, it was the only reason I ever came up here. Dale was my support system and I knew I could ask him anything.

I huffed at his question and sat beside him on the roof, leaning my head against his knee, assuming my usual position.

"Boy trouble, huh?" he asked me knowingly.

I nodded my head against the rough fabric of his camping pants. He ruffled a hand in my light-colored hair and sighed.

"Daryl, isn't it?"

I snapped my head up and looked up at him.

"No!" I lied.

"Yes." he smiled a cheeky grin at me and continued to ruffle my hair even more.

"You like him, he likes you. What's complicated about that?" he asked.

"He's an asshole!" I yelled.

I glanced back at Daryl, knowing he heard that. He was staring at me and I felt my cheeks flush, but I refused to look away.

"Trooper." Dale snapped his fingers at me.

"What?" I whined.

"Tell him that you like him, he likes you and he might not admit it, but you have to take the risk that he's not going to say it back." Dale told me.

"But Dale!" I fussed.

"What?" he asked me sarcastically in the same tone I had used.

He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, this was our usual conversation and it didn't surprise me that he told me to go for it. It's what he told me every time.

"You have to take a risk." Is what he always said to me.

It had worked every time before, so why not this time?

Because Daryl might not like you back, said a little voice in the back of my head.

It was right. I didn't want to believe the little voice, but it spoke the truth. It had always pointed me in the right direction and it gave me the easiest way out.

This time, I didn't want the easiest way out.

I want to make a mistake. I want to get hurt. I want to tell Daryl, hell, I want to tell anyone who would listen.

I want to take a risk.

I jumped down off the RV and started to walk towards Daryl, he was still staring and you could see the glimmer of curiosity in his blue eyes.

I skirted around the sitting area so I could stand right in front of him.

He slowly put down his crossbow and stood up so he was towering over me. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, our eyes refusing to break contact.

"Wha'?" Daryl spat at me.

I took a deep breath, trying to word my response carefully. My hands were shaking and I could tell that I was anything but calm at the moment.

"I-" I started, but the words wouldn't come out correctly.

"Ye' wha'?" Daryl asked, getting impatient.

"I-I have...feelings...for you." I muttered, dropping my stare at him and glaring at my shoes.

Daryl gripped my chin and forced me to look into his ultramarine eyes. He leaned in closer and closer and my heart started to race.

Impatiently, I closed the distance between the two of us.

Our lips collided and the flames ignited once again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his gripped my waist, holding me in place.

We stayed there for what seemed like eternity and I could feel my oxygen level depleting. Daryl finally pulled away and I saw the group staring at us, wide eyed.

The only one who didn't seem happy was Peter, he had an abused expression on his face and his arms were crossed on his chest. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes were heartbroken.

Guilt seeped out of my skin and I wondered why nobody could see it.

I felt Daryl's arm wrap around my waist again and that's when the applause started. Slowly yet surely, the group started clapping and letting out long wolf whistles (pleasure of T-Dog and Shane).

I felt the guilt dissipate and the giddiness took over. Daryl had made it obvious that he too, liked me. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I wondered if anyone could hear it.

"Finally!" Carl yelled at us, "You two are together and we can move on with our lives!"

Some let out a laugh while others poked fun at us, asking if I was going to sleep in Daryl's tent now.

Throughout all the laughter and all the happiness, I didn't notice that Peter had walked towards the pond where we had shared our kiss.

I pushed away from Daryl, the guilt consuming me.

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