My first writing of 'Walking Dead' fiction.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Sincerity Means Something
Daryl Dixon stood there, observing the small building as he remembered her. The hot humid weather took away his ability to breathe effortlessly, as his skin burned from the scorching Georgian sun. Although there was a slight breeze that gently moved the leaves of plants and trees, there was no coolness in which could soothe his sweat drenched body. He continued to stare ahead at the red decaying barn as he let out a trembling puff. His thick growing beard scraped the back of his hand as he reflected long and hard about what had happened over the past several weeks. Daryl never imagined she would leave like that, for she was not the little innocent weak girl he first met months ago. He pictured her platinum blonde hair, tied up in a low messy pony tail, and wide set blue eyes that always shone intensely, as her lithe body fought long and hard for survival.
He leaned back against a thick Virginia Pine tree before sliding down until he reached the dirt ground, bringing his legs up close to his chest as he laid his arms onto his knees while he lowered his head. He breathed out a trembling sigh prior to taking out some bent worn out cigarettes from his tattered vest jacket. His hands trembled as he lit a used bud; sucking in the nicotine and holding an inhale to savor the intoxicating taste before exhaling. His filthy and grimy left hand lifted to cradle his hot skull, ruffling his long tattered hair in deep frustration.
"It's okay."
He rapidly raised his head and turned to where he heard the young tendered voice. He furrowed his brow ridges together, thinking that he was imagining nonsense and went back to take another puff before hearing it again.
"It's okay."
Daryl clearly overheard it, immediately aware that it was her voice, reassuring him. His tired legs fell onto the leafy ground as his hands tumbled by his sides, head tilting back towards the trunk of the tree. It's all in my head, it's all in my head. He shut his eyes, embracing the silence that surrounded him, not worrying about any walkers during the brief moment of stillness.
"Daryl." He desperately opened his eyes as he felt a gentle hand on his stiff shoulder, quickly turning to face Carol; the woman who had always brought him back. He tenderly smiled at her, hiding the wretchedness that had washed over him, and hiding the fact that he had not let her go. Carol knelt down, now stroking his arm as he sighed out. She knew, and he knew that she knew. That is why they had grown closer over the past numerous months of battling the never-ending walkers that have yet to be extinct.
"You okay?" He only nodded, not wanting to speak, because he knew, that if he spoke, everything would spill over; his thoughts, his feelings, his resentment, his insecurities—everything. Carol sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, as the peaceful environment bounded them. After several moments of silence, she turned to him, right hand grabbing hold of his wrist, while looking at his small far away gaze. "It'll be okay." He chuckled at the jovial and yet stern tone. "It'll be okay." He then slowly faced her, leaning his forehead against hers, an intimate moment that they had shared a couple times before. Daryl tilted his head up to place a tender kiss on Carol's skin, tasting the slight brackish flesh of her forehead, returning the peck that she had given him only moments ago.
"I know."