hello fellow walking dead writers/readers. I am so scared about putting out my first story but also really excited! I hope you like it and any feedback good or bad i will accept with open arms. so... here we go! (nervous laugh)
chapter 1
Hunting for daryl was always a way to escape, escape the noise of an ever expanding prison, escape the four walls and a roof that makes him feel trapped in his own skin, escape having to pretend like he cares about what some random person from woodbury is saying to him and most of all escape the temptation of one blonde haired blue eyed girl who he cant seem to stop thinking about.
On his way back to the prison with several rabbits his mind wondered on when it all started,when he started thinking of his brother ricks girl as more than just a girl.
Two weeks ago-
He came back from a run that was supposed to be quick and easy, daryl had scouted the store and found it to be safe. He was supposed to check back with rick to organise who would be going on that particular run but daryl being Daryl decided he could handle getting a few supplies himself.
He does his usual routine of banging on the shop window and waits, nothing comes banging back so he enters the store slowly, crossbow raised he has a quick look around, still nothing. Throwing all he could carry in a duffle he stops when he hears the familiar sound of dragging feet and low groaning. Peeking round a shelf to his horror he sees a bunch of walkers coming through the only accessible exit he has, thinking fast daryl picks up an empty cash register and throws it through the store widow. In his haste to climb through the shattered window he cuts his side on a jagged piece of glass but that doesn't slow him down from running to his bike speeding back to the prison still feeling accomplished that he managed to grab his loot before he hightailed it out of there.
When he gets back to the prison he's not surprised to find carol waiting for him, he wishes she wouldn't. No reason to worry over him.
"Daryl! why are you bleeding? What happened? Are you ok?" Carol askes breathlessly. The bombardment of questions makes his head hurt.
"'m fine woman, quit with the hundred questions, 's jus a scratch." he huffs while she's pulling at his shirt were he's bleeding. He gives her a grin that tells her he really is fine and that he likes her soft gentle hands on the skin of his abdomen. coming back from a run always had his adrenalin running wild and so he almost always came back horny as hell.
"C'mon," he says while grabbing her hand leading her back to the prison,
"Want you". he mumbles without looking over his shoulder at her.
"Daryl, you're hurt, you need stitches! Have you not looked at what you did to your side, its deep. Hershel just left with Michonne to burn some of the build up so you'll have to go find beth to patch you up" she explained, tugging on his hand to bring him to a stop.
"Naw.. il jus wait for hershel, it can wait."
Carol glares at him,pushing him through the prison doors "no you will not wait for hershel, he only left so he'll be awhile, you need it done now and oh yes, Rick wants to talk to you then maybe when your done and if your feeling better after we can do that thing you like" she says with a wink.
"Jesus, fine, where they at?"
"In their cell, i'd knock if I were you, don't wanna get an eye full of Ricks naked backside" she says , Daryl accepts a peck on the cheek then makes his way up to Rick and Beth's shared cell , straining to hear any moaning and groaning he finds to his relief hushed talking. Knocking on the bars of the cell he hears movement then Rick emerges fully clothed but still a little dishevelled.
"Only got back?" Rick says, looking over Daryl's appearance.
"Was safe 'nough to do it m'self, no point com'n back for help" Daryl grumbles through his thumbnail he's been biting on.
"If it was so safe, how'd ye get hurt?" Rick quizzes
"Reached for sometin under a shelf, didn't see glass on the floor 'fore I rolled over it" he lied
Before rick can ask another question the curtain pulls back more to reveal beth's worried face having heard their conversation. Why do folk have to worry on him so much. he's nothing special he thinks."Ye need me to look at it for ye?, daddy's gone off with mich. She informs looking at Daryl's bloodied shirt he nods and mumbles an "i know, 's why m here, Carol says I need stitches"Beth nods her understanding and asks Rick to grab the supplies she needs while showing Daryl into her cell which smells of sweat and sex and it doesn't help that he's still horny as fuck.
"Go 'head an take your shirt off so I can see what 'm workin with"
Daryl pulls the side of his shirt up to reveal a nasty looking gash over the side of his ribcage, not taking it off all the way. "Y' can look at it like this" she looks at him expressionless then down to his cut, he knows she's seen his back before but he doesn't want a repeat."k" is all she says before Rick walks in with the supplies, leaving them on the desk Rick walks to beth and kisses her briefly before turning to walk back out only stopping to tell Daryl he need to talk with him later, Daryl nods as Rick leaves.
Beth steers him towards a chair to sit, quickly getting to work cleaning the dried blood before she can tweeze out any shards left behind,her hands are warm and soft feeling soothing on his skin, its silent apart from the tiny shards hitting the bottom of a bowl. "So how'd it happen again?" she says breaking the silence. "Rolled over on glass" he grunts, trying to keep the pain from reaching his eyes. She stops to thread the needle so he takes a moment to look round her cell wanting to distract himself from the pain in his side and the ache he still feels in his groin. His eyes wonder to Beth struggling to thread the needle, a light sheen of sweat coated her whole body, her body, yes he notices. who wouldn't spy a glance now and then at her long legs and firm round ass in those too tight jean shorts she always wears. Rick was one lucky guy to get to have those legs wrapped round his body every night.
Not that he thinks on that too much, he has Carol after all to fulfil his needs, to keep him warm at night and fill the void he cant seem to fill. Sleeping with Carol was a drunken mistake when he was feeling vulnerable and lonely one night, he didn't stop her when she came to his cell every night after that first time, now he was in too deep to have the balls to tell her he just wanted to be friends, not wanting to hurt her feelings or make the prison have awkward tension he decided to just go with the building relationship that was slowly forming.
Breaking him from is thoughts Beth finally got the needle treaded stating the obvious about how its gonna be painful, no shit. Triyng to distract him beth asks him about the run, "Get anything good?" she whispers trying to be as calming as possible. He looks straight ahead at the wall when he answers "no".
"Run into any trouble?" shes says, still working the needle through his skin. He balls his fists tight and says "was quiet". She sighs, frustrated at his lie, because he knows she can tell, damn girl reads people as good as those fancy books she always has. "What?" he grumbles annoyed that she wont just come out and say what she really wants to say. "You didn't roll over on glass, the cut is a clean slice across, if you rolled over glass it wouldn't look the way it does. So what don't you want Rick to know." she says in a voice that makes him second guess just how old she really is.
"Miss know it all has all the answers, why don't you tell me what happened." he snipes. She finishes stitching and begins to clean the area, ignoring he's anrgy remark. "Whatever happened doesn't matter, what does matter is that you came back in almost one piece, you are family Daryl, Rick worries, Carol worries, we all worry. Maybe you'll consider that before you try do dangerous things on your own again. I wont say anything to Rick, just be more careful next time. All done"she finishes with a soft smile.
Daryl stares at her like she grew an extra head, all he can manage to say is a low mumbled "thanks". She smiles even brighter at his thanks while clearing the bloodied rags into the trash. "No problem, now get before carol thinks iv kidnapped you" she laughs. With a "humm" he stands to leave, but before he can get too far he feels a soft hand grasp his own callous hand halting him in his tracks. he turns his head looking down at beths tiny hand withdrawing from his all too quickly for his liking mumbling a "sorry" before she turns her other palm up showing two pills for him to take. "forgot to give you these" she says blushing. He feels his hand tingle from her touch, not wanting to make matters worse he shrugs muttering"don' need no pills" before he turned and left practically running from the girl, fuckin pussy he heard merle laugh.
Present day-
He walks up the yard heading for Carol, throwing his kills on the bench for her to prepare, she smiles at him in greeting, he nods his in return. "Gonna shower 'fore dinner" he says walking off. Since that day in Beth and Ricks cell he cant look at Carol without feeling guilt well up inside him, guilt on thinking of another mans girl, guilt about not being able to love Carol the way she deserves. As he enters the the prison heading for the showers he hears a familiar giggle from behind him, turning he sees Beth with her arms around Ricks neck, giggling as he nips at her exposed throat. Daryl's stomach clenches painfully at the sight, turning his back to them he stalks off to the showers unaware that the blonde he was watching was watching him too.
so there it is.. hope it was atleast ok. :/ reviews would help me know what you guys would like happen with this and iv a few ideas but I really wanna know what people think.