When Worlds Collide
Daryl Dixon was a tuff redneck with no regrad or appreciation for anything, but when a native girl impresses him with her skill to survive, will he learn to see things from her way, or will zombie apocalypse make it too difficult.
Chapter IV - Heavy Silence
Fav Quote: The only way she was going to get threw his wall, is if she slowly took it down, carefully, brick by brick
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Daryl watched as she slept. She was beautiful, her tan skin was flawless, her long dark hair always seemed perfect, she had long legs that looked good In shorts. She was skinny but fit. Daryl would be lieing if he said he wasn't attracted to her. He watched her sleep. The slow rise of her breast as she breathed.
She had fallen asleep next to him on the make shift bed he had made a few nights ago. He pondered weather or not he should leave her there, or put her on the cot. Then he wandered if he should get on the cot himself or stay there with here. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't know what he should do. The redneck wasn't good in situations like this.
She shifted in her sleep, causing a piece of her long hair to fall in her face. Damn her hair was long. It went past her waist and hovered over her ass. As she slept is was pooled around her like a wispy blanket. Daryl couldn't stop himself when he took the lock in his fingers and placed it away from her face. He notcied how soft it was, even in a world like this were things like shampoo, conditioner, and even bathing were a rare privilege, her hair still felt like silk.
Must be thr native in her, he thought.
The hunter was still stuck on what to do with the sleeping girl. After several minutes of arguing with himself in his head, he took a blanket and gently placed it on top of her. He decided he didn't want to risk waking her up if he moved her and she looked comfortable where she was laying.
Daryl then layed down next her. Not really coming up with a good reason to not go to the cot other then he simply didn't want to. He played over the scenarios in his head of what she would say when she woke up and how he would respond till he finally fell asleep himself
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The next morning Harli woke up. A musty smell of woodland and dirt came to her nose as she opened her eyes. She then shifted herslef back at what she saw and the position she was in.
Daryl was laying next to her still asleep. She had, had her face buried in his arm as he slept on his back. His hands resting on his stomach. One of her legs was on top of his and her body was pressed against him as she layed on her blushed as she slowly moved from the hunter, trying to be careful not to wake him. But failed as the man shifted his weight and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times from the light of the just now raising sun and turned to look at the girl laying beside him. Luckily Harli had already removed herself from the awkward position before he woke.
What she didn't know was Daryl had been awake long before Harli was, and was slightly enjoying the position they were in as he pretended to sleep. She had woken him up several times threw out the night. Once shivering, he had gotten the blanket from the cot to place on top of the one he put on her earlier. Another time when she cuddled up to him in the position she awoke in. And once more when she was mumbling In her sleep. The blue eyed man wandered what she was dreaming about but couldn't make out any of the words she was saying. Her face was pressed against his arm after all.
"Mornin Angel, how'd ya sleep?" He asked, calling her by the nickname he had given her.
"Really well, acutely. Havent slept that good in a long time. " she honestly admitted. She didn't know if it was just because she was exhausted from the unfortunate events from the night before, or if it was because she felt safe being so close to the redneck. She came to the conclusion that it had to be a mixture of both.
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The two had gotten up and headed toward the group. They learned Jim was bit and they had a new unofficial leader of the group named Rick, whome they learned the day before was Lori's supposed to be dead husband and Carl's father. Shane seemed in a even more unpleasant mood since Rick showed up. Harli couldn't help but wonder if their was more going on in between the lines of these two supposedly best friends.
Rick has suggested they got to the CDC in hopes of finding help for Jim. The group had debated about it and finally agreed with Rick. Daryl didn't seem to have an opinion one way or anouther, he helped burry the bodies of group members lost after digging a pick ax In each of their brains to keep them from raising and becoming walkers.
Harli helped with finishing digging the holes that Jim had started earlier the day before when the group thought he was going crazy and had a heat the group burried their loved ones, Daryl and Harli went to pack up the Dixon's camp site, including Merle's belongings and putting them in the old blue pick up Daryl had. The were ready to go at about the same time the rest of the camp was.
The 25 year old decided to ride with Daryl, not feeling comfortable with anyone else. There was this thick atmosphere about everyone today and she couldn't blame them. But it was suffocating and she wanted to avoid as much awkwardness as she could, and irronicly that was sitting in a still silence in the cab of Daryl's truck as they drove last in line of the vehicles towred the CDC.
They advenulty had to stop, thanks to the hose in Dale's rv acting up again. Dale complaining that he knew it would happen and that they wernt going to make it far. Jim had decided to make the group leave him behind. Riding in the rv was too painful for him and he wanted to just go In peace. Harli couldn't comprehend what he must be feeling. It had to be a horrible experience. The group respected his decision and took off with out him. Still heading to the CDC in search of answers of what this thing was.
The drive continued silent for a while, untill out of no were Daryl unexpectedly spoke."Ya alright? Ya been quite." He asked. Knowing she was always quite but decided to out of character for himself try and start a conversation.
"I'm fine, just a lot to processes. "She replied not breaking her gaze from the outside that they were passing by.
"I hear ya." The scruffy man stated. Giving up on the whole conversation thing. He wasn't good at this.
"How about you? You ok. You've been threw more then I have these past 24 hours. " she asked, Concerned with how he was dealing with being separated from his only family. A feeling the small framed girl knew all too well herself.
"I'm fine, " he scoffed "ain't nothing that's gonna kill ma."
Harli could tell he was pinning up his emotions but she knew better then to press the matter. The only way she was going to get threw his wall, is if she slowly took it down, carefully, brick by rest of the ride continued in silence.
They had arrived at the CDC by night fall and the group was starting to panic as the saw walkers comimg and the CDC was all closed up. Everyone in the group was convinced that no one was inside. Everyone expect Rick.
Rick yelled and screamed at the camera. Shane was desperate in trying to get him to come back to the cars. Rick didn't seem to want to give up. He was losing it. The group had started to head back when a sound of the doors being open, and a bright light was reviled. And for the first time the group saw hope.
