Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, It solely belongs to AMC and Robert Kirkman. I only own my own Character Timi.

The First Kiss

I was sitting in a tree in the early morning after breakfast. I wanted to be alone and confide in my thoughts without being interrupted. Being on the Greene's farm for about a week has been nice, but I couldn't stop thinking about little Sophia. No one was really helping to look for the little girl accept Daryl Dixon.

Who would have thought he cared about finding her. Maybe the redneck had a bigger heart then I thought. As I sat on a branch using my knife to shear a twig I found, I heard footsteps just below me. I looked down and saw Daryl going towards the woods with his crossbow. I swear I think that crossbow of his is the only thing he has ever loved.

"Hey Daryl, Where you going?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and had a scowl on his face. That man was never happy, but I guess he's been through a lot even before the dead came alive.

"Huntin' kid," he said still glaring at me.

"Can I come?" I asked him.

"Why?" was all he said looking at me puzzled.

I got down from the tree and answered, "Just to have something to do, I wanna help."

"I don't need no help," Daryl said as he started walking.

"Common please, I'll behave," I said as I followed him.

"Fine, just don't get in my way, or you'll get an arrow in ya ass," He said still walking.

"Fair enough," I said as I tried to keep up with him.

We were out hunting for what seemed like forever, but was probably only two hours. We caught about 6 squirrels, well he did most of the catching. He carried three and I carried the other three.

It was weird having squirrels hanging from my belt loops hitting my leg every step I made. I guess that's what the worlds come to, can't complain just got to eat. We came up to a break in the woods which lead to a small town with some houses and stores.

"Let's check some houses, see if there's a sign of Sophia," Daryl finally spoke after spending two hours hunting together.

We went up to this one house which seemed deserted and old even before the apocalypse. We did a sweep around the house, and there was one lone walker upstairs, the walker looked pretty mangled, but Daryl put a bolt right through his head.

"Don't think she was here," Daryl said looking around some more.

I nodded my head and we headed to the kitchen to see if there was any food in the cupboards. As we looked around we heard a loud clap of thunder. I guess while we were occupied checking the house a storm blew in.

"Looks like we'll be here for a while," I said looking out the window.

It was pouring outside and didn't look like it would let up any time soon. I felt Daryl behind me looking out the window to see and he let out a grunted, "Guess so."

He walked back over to the cabinets and sat down on the floor, leaning back against the cabinet. He started opening a bag of what it looked to be Lucky Charms. Not my favorite type of cereal, but I'll take what I can get during the apocalypse.

"Ya gonna' stand there all day or ya gonna' join me?" Daryl asked looking at me.

I smiled to myself and walked over to the redneck and took a seat next to him. He took a handful of cereal and handed me the bag. I did the same and sat the bag between the two of us. He opened the cabinet next to him and found a bottle of liquor.

"Jackpot," I heard him mumble to himself.

He took the bottle out of the cabinet and unscrewed the cap. He took a large gulp and finished with a loud "G'ahh". He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and handed me the bottle. I took it to make myself not look like a pussy in front of the Dixon. I never really drank accept for some wine while we were at the CDC.

I took a swig of the liquor and let out an, "Uhh."

My face must have been funny because Daryl started laughing hard. I don't think I've ever seen Daryl laugh so hard before.

Once he composed himself to a few chuckles he said, "You've never drank before have ya."

"Nothing like that," I said handing him the bottle back.

"I could tell," Daryl said, then took another gulp of the liquor.

He handed me the bottle again, but I shook my head.

"It'll keep ya warm kid," He said with a sincere face.

"What the hell," I said shrugging my shoulders and going for another round of the liquor.

I didn't make a face again, but it still burned like hell as it went down my throat.

"That a girl," Daryl said as I handed him the bottle.

We sat there in silence passing the bottle back and forth and eating the cereal. The rain was still pounding against the window pane full force.

"Why do you call me kid?" I asked him the question was just sitting in my mind every time he said it.

"Cause that's what ya are," Daryl said playing with the now empty bottle of liquor in his lap.

"I'm not a kid," I said scowling at him.

"Have ya looked at you're self lately, especially the face ya made while drinking the liquor. Ya look like ya fifteen," Daryl said smiling a bit at the memory.

"I'm 18 and just because I couldn't handle a drink doesn't mean I'm a kid," I said looking at my hands in my lap.

"I know. It's a nickname, kid. It just kinda stuck," Daryl said looking into my eyes.

I nodded my head, but couldn't look away from his piercing blue eyes. I might have been buzzed from the liquor, but I felt myself leaning into Daryl. To my surprise he was right there with me and in the matter of seconds his lips were on mine. It started off slow his lips were soft even for Daryl. Our movements were in sync and it felt amazing. I felt his hand travel to my face and go into my hair.

He gave a little tug which made me gasp and as soon as I did his tongue was probing my mouth. Our tongues mingled with one another and fought for dominance. Eventually I let him win and felt his tongue explore every single part of my mouth. My left hand was resting against his stomach while my right laid in between the two of us. Our make out session started to slow down and slowly we detached our lips, but he still kept his forehead on mine.

His hand was on my face rubbing his thumb back and forth, back and forth against my cheek. Once my breathing became semi-normal I let out a "Wow."

I literally had no words for what just happened. We may of had a little something to drink, but we definitely weren't drunk, especially Daryl, I bet he could hold a lot before he got drunk.

He smirked and said, "You're definitely not a kid."

He made me smile at that comment, it was definitely the best kiss I ever had. In my life I've only had one kiss in the 9th grade and I wouldn't dare compare it to a kiss with Daryl Dixon.

He gave me another kiss, but this time it was shorter and sweeter. Who knew that Daryl could have a soft side? I'd never tell him that though, he'd flip a lid. We disconnected ourselves and leaned against the cabinets smiling to ourselves and relishing in the moment, at least I was.

After a few minutes of silence Daryl broke it, "I think it stopped rainin'."

"Yeah I think it did," I said looking towards the window where some sun was shining through.

"We should go before it gets late," He said as he got up and stretched his muscles, I did the same following his lead.

He picked up his crossbow that he sat on top of the counter earlier. I took my knife out of my belt loops and got ready to head back to the farm. We left the house and made are way back to the Greene's farm through the woods. We made our way in silence until I blurted out the question that was eating me since the kiss, "Why'd you kiss me?"

Daryl was walking in front of me and I saw him shrug his shoulders, "Don't know. It just seemed right."

I nodded my head and was thinking of something to say until Daryl spoke again, "There's somethin' about ya kid, ever since we talked that night at the CDC. Couldn't get my mind off ya."

"Actually I haven't stopped thinking about that night either." I said as we started to reach the farm.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked at me, "Ya been thinkin about me?"

"Yeah," I said with a shy smile and a blush starting to form.

"You're cute," He said with a smirk on his face.

I think I blushed even harder and I rarely blush even before the world ended.

"I like when ya blush," He chuckled as we got closer to the fire that was burning at the camp.

Carol and Lori were finishing up hanging the laundry and Carl was drawing in the dirt. We dropped off the squirrels and we went to our separate tents to get cleaned up for dinner. From then on out Daryl and I haven't been able to keep our hands off each other.