Based of the song "Draw Your Swords" by Angus and Julia Stone. Most of this stuff has been super sappy so far, but I don't want to make anything too sad yet, I'm not ready for that.
Anyways tell me what you think? And as always you guys can request a song or prompt anytime.
Thank you!
It had been two months now. Two months sense Beth Greene had walked back into their lives, fighting her way to the Alexandria Safe Zone, further proof that she was strong. It had been a joyful reunion to say the least the whole family erupted in tears and hugs, all the crap that made him uneasy. He had hugged her too after he got over his initial shock. He hadn't wanted to let her go, but his guilt pulled him away. He had said it before, and it still applied, She saved herself. He on the other hand had only managed to put her in harms way. If he had acted smarter then she wouldn't have gotten taken away in the first place, she wouldn't have all those scars that would mark her face, forever. Two months, and Daryl Dixon was keeping his distance. His feelings of love for the girl were stronger than ever, but so were his feelings of fear. He was afraid he'd lose her again.
He was sitting outside leaning against a tree trunk by himself smoking a cigarette. The weather held a warm breeze and the earth felt alive with the coming of spring. Lately he had been smoking a lot of cigarettes, trying to burn away his fear and ground himself in reality, she was still here. He closed his eyes as he exhaled the smoke and heard the faint sounds of footsteps making their way towards him. He looked over and his heart started to beat faster. Beth. Beth was walking towards him. He couldn't say anything as she neared him and he felt like a damn fool.
See her come down, through the clouds
I feel like a fool
I aint got nothing left to give
Nothing to lose
She stood in front of him and peered down into his eyes. He let out a grunt, hoping she would understand it as an invitation to stay. She did; of course, she could read him like no one else. She eased her way down to sit beside him, not too close, but close enough for Daryl to feel the heat coming off her body, and to smell that sweet scent that belonged uniquely to Beth Greene.
They sat like that for a while, not talking, only the sound of the wind and birds. Then Daryl heard her inhale deeply, his heart hammered again, he knew she was about to speak, and he wanted her too, but he didn't, but he did. He was so lost. He was looking down at the floor when she began to talk, "Daryl Dixon, I'm patient, and maybe stubborn, so I've been waiting for you to make the first move, but I'm tired of waiting for you. You say you ain't afraid of anything, but I think you're afraid of me. Of us. I know you got feelings for me, but your not alone. Ever since the moonshine shack I've felt it, this shift between us."
So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around
Daryl's head began to buzz with everything she had just laid out. She was right. Damn her, he was afraid. Figures it would take a skinny little blond girl to make him scared of something. How was he suppose to answer her? She had just given him a long ass speech and he was having trouble remembering how to speak. He had never been good at words, but then he looked back to her and saw the hope and strength in her eyes and it was just enough to give him the courage he had been lacking all this time. "Beth, I…I ain't good at this. Thought I lost ya twice, then you come back and I am afraid. Scared I was gon' lose you again." She didn't reply, just took his hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. Her small hand grounded him, although his heart was still beating in some crazy way. " He looked back at the floor, afraid that if he looked her in they eye he would lose his nerve. "No one ever made me feel like ya do. I don't always know how to feel bout that, but yer the only one Beth."
So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around
He felt her shift closer to him, her proximity was sending off all of his nerve endings. She reached out her hand and placed it on his cheek turning his face to meet hers again. God her hand felt so right. "I never had feelings like the ones I have for you too. Daryl I know it's hard, I thought I lost you too, but where here now. You've been through hell and now I have too, but I still believe what I said back then. We gotta put that stuff away or it will kill ya and I'm not gonna let that happen to us. I want us to try." They were leaning closer to each other, faces inches apart.
He let out a breath, "I wanna try too." There is no telling who took the initiative, whose lips started the kiss, but in the end it didn't matter. That was the first kiss of many to come. They would work together to put the past aside and forge a new future.
So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around
The only
