Hello :) This is my first fanfic (on this website, anyway) and it's a short oneshot set after episode 18.
Sleep would not come. No matter how much he tossed and turned, sleep just would not come.
Maybe it was a good thing.
Memories of all his kills... His last birthday... And the runt. Especially the runt.
Why her, of all people? What was so special about her, that she was always on his mind? The way her hair moved in the wind, her bold attitude, even the way she smelt of jasmine and strawberries.
...he even knew what she smelt like. Why? he asked himself. Why me? I'm Daryl the Butcher! I don't care about her at all! I have no reason to. I shouldn't. I can't. We're on opposite sides. She's the enemy. Why can't I hate her?
Because she made you feel how you've never felt before. Loved, wanted, cared for- the small voice in his head spoke the truth. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, the voice spoke the truth. That's why he'd saved her, that day. He didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't want her to die. He actually wanted to see her again, hear her laugh again.
It didn't mean that he was in love or anything-he just appreciated the attention and care that his father had never shown him.
Yeah, that was it, he thought as he fell asleep, a small smile on his face, still thinking about the girl he called runt.