A.N: So, this will be a short story with the very real possibility of turning into something bigger if I get enough following on it. me know what you think and how you like the chapters, reviews are a must! Enjoy! -D
"So, what does Daryl Dixon fear?",
I ask slyly, twirling the small dagger in my hand. Looking back, my caramel eyes bore into his navy blue ones, and I just can't help the smirk that plays on my lips. Daryl looks up to me from his place in the heap of old quilts, giving his head a slight shake before snaking his muscular arm around my waist, pulling our bodies together once more.
"There ain't a damn thing I'm scared of anymore." He replies gruffly, letting my head fall into the crook between his neck and shoulder. My fingers trace the outline of a small tattoo on his bare chest, and I hear his heart beating underneath. The rhythm is strong and steady, and as we lay there in comfortable silence, my mind wanders to how the hell I, or better yet WE, ever let this happen. It goes against every code I've made for myself. In these times, no one can afford to get this close to anyone. No, it's just too risky. Of course I know this, I know all it will ever lead to is pain and heartache, yet, my body's wants have somehow overruled my brain and well, here we are.
