First Daryl/Andrea fic! I changed it up a bit, some characters that are dead are alive, just saying. Hope you all would like it! (: Enjoy.
Andrea sat on the bed in one of the cells. She closed her eyes and quietly thought about how far she had come. She opened her eyes and sighed. If only Dale and Amy had made it with them.
Andrea stood up and walked out of her cell. She looked in Michonne's cell, only to find her asleep. She saw that Michonne hadd chained her walker-turned boyfriend and his best friend to the bed post. She thanked Michonne plenty of times for saving her life out there when the farm was destroyed by walkers.
She made her way down the stairs and wandered around the hallways. She didn't feel like talking to the others right now. She felt like things have changed ever since she came back.
Andrea snapped out of her daze when she heard footsteps behind her. She quickly turned around, her hand already on her gun. "Hey." Daryl smirked.
"Hey." Andrea smiled. She watched as he gave her a slight nod before sitting down against the concrete wall. She watched as he just stared at his pocket knife, admiring it.
She walked over to where he was and sat next to him. She brought her knees up to her chest as she looked over at him.
"Thanks." She said quietly. Daryl kept playing with the knife. "For what?" He asked, his southern drawl sending chills up and down her spine. The cold concrete didn't help either.
"For saving me and Michonne's asses out there. We wouldn't have made it." She stated, rocking back and forth slightly. Daryl nodded. "Yeah."
Andrea hesitated for a second as she leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. He flinched for a second. Shocked that she did that. It felt warm, felt nice.
He looked at her, his blue eyes staring into hers. He didn't say anything though, he just watched as she smiled at him before getting up.
"Andrea?" She woke up, her eyes slightly closed. "Hm?" She mumbled. "Dinner's ready." Beth reminded her before leaving.
Andrea rubbed her eyes before swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. She felt a wave of nausea hit her from the sudden movement. She slowly made her way down towards the group.
She took a seat next to Carol who handed her a plate. "Thanks." She said, setting the plate down in front of her. Dinner was pretty quiet, there was the occasional sparks of conversation. Andrea didn't say anything at all, just pushing the vegetables around with her fork. She looked up to see Daryl slightly away from the group with Merle, who was babbling about Woodbury.
She suddenly felt her cheeks heat up as Daryl looked up and made eye contact with her. Andrea bit her lip and looked down immediately, scared of him noticing her embarrassment.
She quickly finished the food on her plate and got up to go back to her cell. She looked over the balcony, secretly gazing at her redneck hero. She smiled to herself and went to go lay down.
Andrea walked around the prison, wandering into Cell Block A. Her fingers brushed against the cold concrete walls. She kept walking until she hear whispering and giggling.
She turned the corner and quietly walked over to one of the cells. She peeked into the cell, only to be met with the sight of two teenagers fooling around. Beth was the first to notice.
"Oh my God!" Beth squealed, pushing Jimmy off her and scrambling to get her clothes straightened out. Andrea smirked, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "Don't worry, I'm not tellin' anyone." Andrea promised.
Beth gave her a shy smile as she let her hair down, probably to hide all those marks on her neck. "Thank you." Beth whispered, giving her another shy smile.
Andrea chuckled as she turned around to wander aimlessly. She started to think about Daryl, he never really talked to her, but when he did she felt something. It was different. She lost almost everyone that was close to her. She didn't know what happened to her parents, she lost Dale and Amy.
Sure she had Michonne, but their friendship was strained a bit because of what happened in Woodbury. She stopped walking and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until she was sitting.
She just sat there, her eyes half-open, her hair down and flowing. She licked her lips as she heard the familiar sound of boots stomping around. Daryl was wandering around also, he had his crossbow slung over his shoulder, his head hung low. He looked up and saw her staring at him, he kept walking towards her anyway.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her head tilted to one side. Daryl stopped in front of her and let out a breath. "I could ask you the same thing." He said, sitting down next to her. He set the crossbow down next to him before looking down at his fingers.
"I was just walkin' around, not much to do here you know?" She explained, turning her head to look at him. "Yeah. Same here." He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.
She placed her hand over his, watching his arm muscles tense at the contact. His eyes opened and he looked at her. "You know, I always wonder what life would be like if Dale never found me and Amy. Actually, I never thought I'd make it this far." She said, sadness weaved in her voice.
Daryl looked down at his arm. Her arm was now wrapped around it. He wasn't used to people touching him, especially women like Andrea, not that he minded though.
"You miss her?" Daryl asked. "Amy? Yeah, definitely. I just wish I was there to stop it. To stop them from getting to her." She said, her eyes watering.
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't know it was gonna happen." Daryl said. He looked over to see tears streaming her cheeks. "Come here." He said quietly. He wrapped an arm around her as she leaned into him, wiping her eyes before it could get any worse.
Daryl thought about what Merle would say if he caught them like this. The things he'd say. The painful memories flooded his mind, his alcoholic father, his mother that was depressed and eventually killed herself, and then Merle. Merle was the one who toughened him up, made him harder to break, it was just them two against the world.
Daryl jerked as he felt Andrea wrap his arms around his waist. The last time he remembered being hugged was the same day his mother died. Andrea noticed this and pulled away. "I-I'm sorry." She whispered. Daryl stood up and picked up his crossbow.
"It's okay." He said, holding his hand out for her. She took it and he helped her up. "But, why did you-?"
"It's nothing, okay?" Daryl snapped, walking off in a different direction. Andrea stood there, watching him walk away angrily. She didn't know what set him off, was it when she hugged him?
Andrea frowned, she wanted to know why he was so closed off from everyone, why he had these walls built up around him. She wanted to find out sooner or later.
There's chapter one so far! Thanks for reading, please review if you can, it really helps a lot and get these chapters up faster! I'm really starting to fall in love with this pairing. Next chapter will be up soon! Thanks again. (: