《Love In Hell (D.D.)》1.23 Apology
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Night.
We were all sitting on the field around a fire. Dad was still a bit pissed off because of me. And Daryl didn't even look at me anymore. Great.
Dad was making his 100th round around the fence. And Daryl was standing on the fliped truck being on watch.
It was silent.
I was sitting next to mom.
Suddenly i felt arms around me and i jumped a bit.
Carl "I'm sorry"
I sighed and leaned back against him "It's alright."
Carl "Why did you react like that?"
I turned my head to him „you know i get pissed off when someone mentions his name"
Carl asked confused "What do you mean with how he really was?"
I sighed "You're too young for that"
Carl groaned annoyed and sat down next to me.
Hershel looked at me with a you-should-apologize-for-your-actions- look.
I sighed "Guys"
They looked at me.
I took a deep breath "I'm sorry for being a reckless bitch, alright? It was a silly fight between siblings"
They nodded understanding.
Mom nudged me „you should apologize to Daryl"
She nodded at Daryl. I sighed.
T- Dog "Tomorrow we'll pull the bodies together. We could dig a canal under the fence to get fresh water. "
I grabbed a piece of flesh and bit in it.
Well, after my suicide mission, Daryl was pissed off and went hunting. Now we all were eating owl and squirrel.
Hershel "The earth is good. We could plant some seed, grow some tomatoes, cucumbers, soyabeans. "
Then he nodded to Dad "That's his third round, if there was any broken fence he would've seen it by now. "
I stood up. I took a plastic plate and put some owl-flesh on it.
Then I walked to the truck.
Daryl heard me coming and turned to me.
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Then he reached down to help me up.
I held the plate out "I know it's not much but hopefully enough to be considered a peace offer"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
I sighed "Carl pissed me off, alright? That's why i was acting like a bitch. "
Daryl took it and eat it all at once. Well, it wasn't that much either.
He put the plate down, still not talking.
Me " I don't know what this between us is, but i don't want this to end but if you think otherwise then just sa- "
He grabbed my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me. I smiled and kissed back. i put my arms around his neck.
Daryl muttered into the kiss "stop talkin'"
He then broke the kiss.
I smirked at him.
Daryl "They could've shot you down there"
Me "I was too pissed to care"
Daryl " I cared"
I froze and sighed.
Then I started to look around.
Suddenly i felt something on my shoulders. I looked at Daryl.
He had put his poncho around my shoulders.
I gave him a soft smile "I'm not cold"
Daryl shook his head and sighed.
I looked at him confused "What?"
Daryl "It never get's boring with you"
I giggled.
Daryl "I suppose the little Shane had a big apatite"
Me "Don't be mean. Since she's showing, Dad keeps his distance. "
Daryl "You think it's his?"
i nodded "It has to be. "
Suddenly i began to laugh.
Daryl "What now?"
Me" Did you ever think about how weird this is?"
Daryl "what is weird?"
Me "Did you ever thought about us ending up like this? i mean, you and me. If someone told me that back then at the camp before we left for the CDC, i would've laughed my ass off"
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Daryl started to laugh.
I bit my lip "I'm sorry for what i did to your brother, though"
Daryl nodded "kinda understand why you did it"
I looked back to the group. I could hear Beth singing and Carl staring at me. I looked at him.
Daryl looked between Carl and me "Not that i care but what did he say to piss you off?"
I raised an eyebrow chuckling. "Why? wanna rub it in?"
He chuckled but it was more like coughing.
Me "He talked about my ex-boyfriend"
Daryl "Why about your ex-boyfriend? What did he do to you? "
I shrugged it off "Doesn't matter. I hope walkers fucked him up""
Daryl rolled his eyes "that bad?"
Me "Worse. And looks like you have a fucked up past too"
Daryl "what gave it away?"
Me "The way you were when you found me that night. The fact that it only were you and Merle at first, that you know the woods, you know how to hunt, that you don't trust people that easily, that you can be aggressive if you want. "
Daryl raised an eyebrow at me "Tell me your story and i'll tell you mine"
Me "Maybe another time"
He nodded a little.
I smirked "Wanna have a Quickie?"
Daryl raised an eyebrow at me but then rolled his eye.
Me "Why not? The way my neck looked after that night, it couldn't have been that bad"
Daryl jumped down "Never said it was bad"
He held me his arms up. I kneeled on the edge down, he put his hand on my hip and helped me down.
We made our way to the group. Maggie and Beth were singing. Dad was sitting between Mom and Carl. He was distancing himself from Mom.
When Beth and Maggie were done Hershel said "Beautiful"
Dad said cold "better we all turn in"
He nodded to a spot "I'll take watch over there. We got a big day tomorrow"
Glenn "What do you mean?"
Dad "i know we are all exhausted, this was a great win. But we got to push just a little big more. a few walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. Could mean the supplies could be intact. They have an enfermería, a pantry. "
Daryl "An armory?"
Dad "It would have to be outside the prison itself but not too far away. The office would have the information. Weapons, food, medicine. This place could be a gold min. "
Hershel "We are dangerously low on armory. We'll run out before we make it to the end. "
Dad "That's why we have to go in there. Hand in Hand. And for all we've been through, we can handle it. i know it. These assholes won't stand a chance. "
He stood up and walked to his watch spot.
Mom stood up and followed him.
I sat down next to Carl. He was laying on his stomach. I put my head on his lower back. I saw Daryl watching me from the other side of the fire were he sat down. I gave him a soft smile. He was sitting between Maggie and Carol. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
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