There and gone A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first story so I was a bit nervous that nobody would like it, but then people started reviewing and following it! It made me very happy. :)A shout out to my reviewers and followers: Deelove1, Moongazer208, Shinna, and Kaszz-chan! Thank you guys soo much :D Also a shootout to my beta reader the lovely Dropkicking Bullet Shells! Go read her stories their spectacular! Now without further adieu here's Chapter Two!
Rick woke to something warm around his waist. Lifting up the blankets and peeking under, his heart began to beat fast and he felt his face heat up. He scooted back a bit and his back was to Daryl's chest. He breathed a sigh of happiness. He took advantage of this, knowing that he won't speak of this when they get up. He felt Daryl stir. Daryl tightened his arm around Rick's waist. Judging by the soft snoring Daryl was in a deep sleep. Smiling Rick cuddled back to Daryl and drifted off.
Rick woke again to bright sunlight filtering through the tent opening. He sat up. "Daryl?" no answer. Sighing unhappily Rick stood up. Slipping on his pants and boots but leaving his shirt. He ducked out of the tent and stopped short. "Morning Lori," Rick said awkwardly stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Is there anything I can help you with," he said when she began to glare at him.
"Where were you last night?" she snipped her hands on her hips.
"Giving you some space, because obviously you needed some," Rick said absentmindedly looking away from her and looking for an escape. "I'm gonna go help T-Dog see you later," he said and walked around her.
"Hey, uh, Rick?" Rick turned around quickly upon hearing that voice that made his heart soar. Leaning there up against a tree was a dirty redneck. Rick went to him.
"What's up Daryl?" he said and stopped in front of him.
"Git yer shirt on. I'm takin yew huntin," Daryl said and raised his eyebrow at Rick.
"Okay that sounds good give me one second," Rick said while climbing in the tent. His heart was pounding so hard. He was going to be alone with Daryl far away from everyone at camp. How could he pass an opportunity like this? Walking back out of the tent Rick was once again stopped short by the look Lori was giving him.
"What?!" Rick asked loudly.
"Your not going hunting we need you here!" she quipped at him with a sneer.
"Lori please for the love of god get out of my way and leave me the hell alone!" Rick yelled at her his temper finally snapping. He pushed past her and went to Daryl. "Let's go please," Rick whispered putting his hand on Daryl's shoulder. He nodded shouldered his crossbow and led the way.
"Damn Rick tha' wife o' yer's is sumthin else," Daryl said quietly after about twenty minutes of silent walking.
"Ya well she may not be for long," Rick whispered to the back of Daryl's head. Daryl stopped and turned to face Rick.
"Yew ain't shittin'?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"Nah I just can't handle this anymore, you know?" Rick shrugged and looked Daryl in the eyes.
"Don't I know it," Daryl said with a chuckle and turned around.
"Shhhhhhh! Get down" Daryl whispered suddenly "Listen, you hear that?" and low and behold Rick heard the sound of twigs breaking in the distance.
"A walker?" Rick asked. Daryl shook his head.
"Defiantly not," Daryl listened intently. "One buck and two doe," Daryl whispered after some time. Rick stared at him incredulously. "Wait here, I'll bag one of the doe," with that Daryl was gone. Leaning back against a tree Rick relaxed a bit watching Daryl trek through the brush. Rick removed his shirt and tied it around his head finally feeling some relief. After some time he began to drift to sleep. He settled back against the tree he heard rustling in the brush directly in front of him. He whipped out his knife and tensed up. He neared the edge of the clearing and goes to move the brush when Daryl suddenly bursts out dragging a large doe behind him.
"Whoa Rick, it's jus me," he said calmly. Dropping the doe's feet he took off his shirt and covered his neck and back. Walking to the side of the doe he heaved it up onto his shoulders.
"Daryl are you gonna be ok carrying that?" Rick asked concerned.
"Oh ya ya I'll be good! I do this all the time!" Daryl began to walk towards camp slowly. Rick staying behind to make sure he didn't collapse. Rick watched Daryl walk from behind. Seeing his muscles flex under his skin had the blood in Rick's body flowing to one area. Feeling his face get red he tried to look at anything other then Daryl's body. Relief flooded through Rick when they burst into camp. "Damn tha' was the shortest huntin' trip I've ever been on," Daryl said as he heaved the deer off his shoulders and in front of the camp's fire pit. "Let's get to skinnin' this here deer Rick ole boy!" Daryl said with a smile.
