Chapter 2
I wish to thank the people who reviewed, faved and subscribed to this story, glad you liked it. This is the last chapter of this story as I wanted to focus on my other Walking Dead story I will be uploading soon, so sorry if this one seems a bit rushed lol just wanted to finish it. Enjoy. xx
After what felt like hours, Daryl managed to drag the buck back to the camp. Sweat was pouring off his head, all the eyes in camp landed on him, making sure he wasn't a Walker of had been bit while he was gone.
"Nice catch," Rick praised as he approached to assist with the dead animal.
"Thanks," Daryl replied, he didn't really get along with the other guys from the group. Rick was the only exception he would be slightly pleasant to. His eyes scanned the area for Sian for a moment, upon not seeing her he assumed she went to have her shower, and therefore began getting his kill ready for eating.
"So, what happened?" Rick asked, quietly. "Sian came back covered in blood."
"Ah, yeah," Daryl wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Dang Walker, pretty close call. She seemed pretty upset about it too." he heard Rick lightly chuckle.
"Yeah, we kinda gathered that for ourselves," he paused while the sound of Daryl's knife stabbed through the buck, cutting it open. "Lori went to go help her wash off."
"I'd say that girl has got a bitching problem, gotta learn to not let her mouth runaway so much, could get her in a heap of shit." Daryl tore out the animals innards, Rick didn't know how Daryl couldn't be fazed by it, every time he witnessed this, he was close to being sick every time.
"Where did she say she was from again?" Rick tried desperately to engross himself in deep conversation so as to keep his mind off of what Daryl was doing.
"Not from around 'ere that's for sure," Daryl smirked, before scrunching his face at the organs that laid before him. Muttering 'yuck' under his breath.
"Well, wherever she's from, bet she would rather be back there," Rick sighed. "What with the hellhole this place has become." Daryl paused to look at Rick, he then raised an eyebrow at the remaining survivors.
"Yeah," he eventually agreed. He wanted more than anything for his brother to be there with him. Then they both could go off on their own, in search of a better place with no Walkers. However, his brother was nowhere to be found.
"Ya' alrigh'?" Rick asked noticing that Daryl had stopped what he was doing, lost in thought. Daryl quickly looked back down at the buck, he gave a sigh and dropped by the blade beside him, getting up and walking off. Rick didn't need to ask why, he knew Daryl liked to be on his own sometimes.
Daryl walked and sat on the ground outside the RV. It was at that moment quiet, so he had some time to think, or so he had hoped. The RV door opened, out stepping Sian. Who was looking much cleaner from when he last saw her.
"Thanks," she spoke back into the RV, as Lori came out after her.
"No problem, you need to more careful than that though," she warned.
"Yeah, well, some people need to understand the definition of some words," she hinted down to Daryl beside her, who caught on perfectly, rolling his eyes. "Like, quickly!" she leant down inches from his ear, startling him slightly from close contact but ended up glaring at the blonde. "But I suppose that's what happens when you let a monkey hold a weapon."
"Alrigh' that's it!" Daryl got up, and approached Sian, standing inches from her face. "You need to quit your bitchin'! Cos guess what? This world we're in righ' now. It ain't gonna accept it! So shut the fuck up and get over yourself!" at first Sian was in shock at his rage, and at a loss for words.
"Daryl!" Lori stepped in, noticing her kids watching from afar. "There are kids here, they're going through enough hell without you guys fighting. So take it somewhere else!"
"I … I'm sorry," Sian managed to get out, still stunned by the outburst. "I didn't think we were being serious."
"What?" Daryl asked, while he and Lori shared the same confused look.
"You know, I thought we were just havin' friendly banter, but I guess not," she fiddled with her bandage before looking him in the eye quickly then back down at the ground. "Sorry." then without another word she decided to walk off, heading down to the watering hole. Lori giving Daryl a look of disapproval.
"What? Now it's my fault?"
"You were the one who shouted. And I think the best thing to do is go and apologise, right now."
Daryl did feel slightly guilty about exploding at Sian the way he did, but it was his way of getting her to understand that she couldn't act that way. Not where they were now. It would have been too risky, she would have easily lost her place in the group if she kept that attitude for too long. He didn't know why he would even care about her getting kicked out, he only wanted to find his brother. However, this time. He should go and apologise. Just this once. So he gave a sigh of defeat and walked off after Sian. Taking his cross bow just in case.
Approaching the watering hole, he found Sian sat on the ground, smoking one of her cigarettes. Daryl watched her for a moment, thinking up words that he could use to apologise.
"What do you want?" Sian asked, already aware of the Redneck's presence.
"Came to see where you went, not safe to be wandering off on ya' own."
"Really? You care about what happens to me now?" she asked, stubbornly.
"I really don't get you," he admitted taking a seat next to her. "Is this part of the friendly banter too?"
"No," she answered quickly. "No, the friendly banter ended when you decided to throw a hissy fit in front of everyone else." she heard him sigh.
"That's what I mean, you're actin' how you did before, and I didn't catch on, not my fau-" he saw her head immediately shoot round to glare and paused that sentence. "Alrigh'" he sighed. "It's my fault."
"Ha, that's a first?" she smirked, stomping her cigarette in the ground.
"And, it's my fault that your arm is the way that it is," he admitted, also, his speech becoming more and more quieter.
"And?" she asked, wanting him to finish. She saw the struggle in his face that he didn't want to say it. "Say it," she teased. "Say it," she kept repeating, nudging him with her elbow.
"Alrigh'! I'm sorry!" he barked. "Happy?"
"Oh, yes, very happy," she smirked. "I got Daryl Dixon to apologise, I'm the happiest girl in the world."
"Piss off," he smirked, playfully. "Hey, you gotta cigarette?"
She squinted her eyes at him, then reached for a cigarette from her packet, holding it up to his face.
"I will give you this cigarette," she started, his face waiting for the catch. "If you kiss me." his face was shocked. Where the hell did that come from?
"What?" he asked, not sure how to react to that one.
"You heard me," she smiled. "Big kiss, right here," she pointed to her lips.
"Wow, ya' actually insane aren't ya'?" he smirked, about to get up.
"Wait!" she halted him. "Here, I was kiddin'" she handed him the cigarette. Expecting him to light it up, she instead, felt lips press against hers. Stunning her. Her eyes saw Daryl kissing her, but instead of pulling away she kept her lips against his, until he broke the kiss.
"There," he smirked. Getting up and walking away.
"Oh, he's good," Sian laughed to herself before getting up and heading off with him.
I'm sorry if this seemed rushed, or even if Sian seemed a little Mary-Sue-ish. lol it wasn't intentional trust me. Thanks for reading! xx
