Sorry for the long wait on chapter seven, I was going through a lot of things the past few days and just couldn't really concentrate.
But I made it a sort-of long chapter just to make it up.
Please enjoy, and review!
Oh and I might have chapter 8 up tomorrow! But I'll have to see. :)
Authors note: I know that this story is a bit low on actual sophistication, even rated M. Truth is I don't bother focusing on the high vocabulary and grammar, because I write this story quickly and for the fun of it. If you would like the potential of this story to be higher, let me know. :)
When Eva awoke in the tent, Amy and Andrea weren't present. ~How long was I asleep?~ At the enntrance of the tent, there was a set of clothes folded up. It must've been for her since her other clothes were gone. She didn't enjoy the fact that someone had taken something of hers while she was asleep and vulnerable. She also didn't enjoy the fact that someone took her clothes without permission, but she was willing to let it slide, understanding the situation. ~They must be washing my clothes.~ Eva's guns and knife still remained, which gave her more of a relief.
She picked up the set of clothes that had been left for her, tank top and tightly fitted jeans. Finally, something a little more to her liking, she was glad it wasn't sweats or something that was similar to that. She dressed herself slowly, slightly distracted by lastnight's event.
Eva mainly thought about the pleasing moment right before she headed for bed, about Daryl apologizing for Merle, and complementing on her image. Sort of. It didn't bring much of importance though, she wore a big smile at those thoughts. ~I must be completely losing my damn mind.~ When has Eva Lorington gained a soft spot for a man? Or in fact, anyone. In all her life she had been trained to not show any emotion for anything. ~Maybe all those years of reading those books.~ She laughed out loud, remembering that everytime she traveled back home in England, she'd be reading her eyes out. Maybe some of the perspective from romance novels has rubbed off a little on her. Eva never realized it until now, maybe she liked this whole situation so much because it made her feel like she was in a romance book herself. Something else was pricking at the back of her mind that in seriousness, this isn't all fun and games her for. Eva felt real fealings for Daryl Dixon. She didn't care about the fact that he had an attitude towards anything and everything, or the fact that compared to a wolf, the wolf was more cuddly, or even the fact that maybe he didn't feel the same way for her.
When she had finished on what seemed like a million years lacing up her boots, she stood up. Eva could feel the uncomfortable heat emencing from the silky fabric since she was so close to the top, she thought about tying up her hair, sweat had started to form from behind her neck. Then she remembered something.
Eva reached over to touch the back of her neck, then she had left her hair alone without putting it up.
when she had stepped out of the tent, her eyes squinted immediately, it was extremely bright outside, and hot. The first person she saw was Amy, hanging out at the empty fireplace.
"Morning sleeping beauty!" She had heard someone else's voice coming from the right, it was Dale with a smile on his face.
She returned the smile, "Good morning to you too Dale, and to everyone else." She now noticed the others, doing chores and other duties around the campsite. Some waved and some said morning back.
Eva scoped around the campsite, just to get a view on what's going on, and then she spotted something that made her heart jolt. It was Daryl, sitting down on a rock, cleaning the arrows to his crossbow. Eva thought for a moment about joining him, but changed her mind knowing that he must be busy and didn't want to be bothered. So on changing her plan, she walked over to have a seat with Amy by the campfire place. Amy noticed her walking over and gave her a warming look.
"You look like you slept good." Amy was grinning.
"Very good actually."
"Well you should, you woke up about two hours after everyone else." Amy laughed when she saw the shocking look that had been placed on Eva's face, her eyes were widened.
"Bloody hell, you've got to be joking me!" Eva leaned in to hear an answer, but all Amy did was shake her head in disagreement.
"Damn, I feel awful now." Eva had never really slept in, especially when everyone else woke up before her. She now felt like she had missed something, like she was stopped in time while everyone kept going.
"What? It's not like you have work or something. I'm glad that I don't have school. Just relax Eva, okay?" Amy rested a hand on her shoulder. Eva sighed and tried to relax. She looked up ahead to have a quick glance at Daryl, who was still attending to his work.
~wait, that's it!~ She thought to herself, she looked over at Amy, "Is there anything that I could do?" Amy gave her a awkward look.
"Well, I'm asking if there's anything I can do to help out around camp." Eva corrected herself, realizing that Amy didn't quite understand.
"Oh, I don't really know for sure. There's always something for everyone to do, we just don't really assign things to people except for the kids. You can always help out on the laundry, it takes forever to do it even with four people." Amy laughed and so did Eva. The thought of doing laundry didn't seem like a hard task at all, so she most likely wouldn't mind. Plus the idea of handling nice, cool water, pleased her. Eva looked up to see Daryl again, now it looked like he was either polishing his crossbow or oiling it. Amy was starting to notice where Eva was looking at when she turned around to have a look herself, then she smiled.
"Ahh okay, now I definitely have an idea on who you were talking to last night. I was thinking it was him, but I didn't know for sure." She smirked at Eva's shocked face.
"W-what?"
"When I woke up lastnight, I heard voices going on outside the tent, I knew one of them was you because you strolled right on in when the voices stopped." It seemed that Andrea was listening on their conversation, she walked over to them.
"Oh? So Who is it Amy?" Andrea was smiling too as she sat down.
"Daryl Dixon" Amy whispered through her giant grin. Upon hearing the name, Andrea's smile widened.
"Oh, out for the one's with an attitude I see." She looked over at Eva, and all she did was roll her eyes.
"Oh please ladies, don't you think I'm a little too old for gossip?"
"C'mon Eva, how old are you anyway, 24? 25?" Amy rose an eyebrow, asking the question.
"I'm 26" It seemed that Eva was a bit embarassed revealing her actual age.
"Sweetie, I'm almost thirty and gossiping like a 12 year-old, there's nothing to be ashamed of." When both Amy and Eva heard Andrea's response, they all laughed. When the laughing died down, Amy looked back over to Eva.
"So, what did you and him talk about last night?" The blonde sisters leaned in for dirty gossip.
"Oh, uhm, he just apologized for Merle yesterday." Eva glanced over at the dirty blonde again. Both Amy and Andrea's eyebrows shot up instantly.
"Daryl apologized? This is Daryl Dixon we're talking about right? The younger brother of Merle Dixon? The one's that pretty much hate all of us?"
"That is correct." Eva answered Andrea's question plainly as if it was 'two plus two'.
"Andrea, did you not see Daryls reaction yesterday when Eva pulled a gun to Merle's face?"
"No, I was too busy looking at Eva and Merle."
"I'm pretty sure everyone was, but I was right next to Daryl. I was watching him just to make sure he doesn't do anything with his crossbow, but he didn't. And after that he just walked off, I thought I was imagining it or something."
The mentioning of the whole 'Merle situation' made Eva feel a bit uneasy. She looked around to see if he was out of his tent, but he wasn't.
"Really?," Then Andrea looked over at Eva, a smile crept back on her face, "Looks like he has the 'hots' for you too." Andrea then gave her a wink. All this gossiping was making her feeling really silly, but the thought of Daryl being interested in her also made her stomach tingle.
"Oh shush up you two." Eva was now feeling a blush coming up through her cheeks, then both of the blondes laughed.
"So, why don't you go talk to him?" Amy nudged her arm.
"Oh he's busy, I wouldn't want to bother him." Eva looked over at Daryl again.
"Then you will surely be something entertaining for him." Andrea chuckled and winked at the brunette. Now it seems like all of them were gossiping like little girls. Eva pondered for a moment with a smile on her face. It seemed unreal that she was getting pulled into something like this, just like a highschool chick-flick.
"Alright, alright, I'll go and talk to him."
Both of the sisters seemed very pleased with themselves as they watched Eva stand up and walk over towards Daryl, who had his back turned the whole time. She seemed to have much confidence, still holding her smile. The thought of talking to him in the same way as last night made her happy.
When she was just a few feet away, she thought about crouching down right behind him to say hello. Just when she stopped, Daryl began standing up. She opened her mouth to say hello when he turned around, hoping he'd acknowledge her and say hi first, but he didn't. If Eva wasn't standing right infront of him, he would've walked straight forward. Instead, he stepped to the side and walked off, without saying a word. Eva stood there for a moment, with her mouth hanging open, then she gave out a small, "Hello" to herself. ~Was there something wrong with him?~
She turned around to look at Daryl, who was walking to his tent, then she looked over to Amy and Andrea. They both gave a look that pretty much meant something along the lines of, 'Are you kidding me?'. In return of the looks she recieved, she just gave a sad smile and walked over to them.
"I can't believe he did that, bastard." Andrea seemed mad.
"Don't fret over it Andrea, it's perfectly fine."
"No Eva, it's not fine! He thinks he can just ignore a hot girl like that?" Amy stood up. As serious as she sounded, Eva couldn't help but laugh at her comment of herself being 'hot'. She knew before that she was attractive, but it's been so long that anyone has recognized her in that way, so it was entertaining to realize it again, like at the lake lastnight.
"Calm down Amy, I'm sure he just has a lot on his mind right now, I'll try to chat with him later," Eva smiled at both of them, "But right now, I've got to have a chat with Dale about the tent."
She turned on her heel and walked towards the RV, doing something else will make the mixed feelings that have been stiring in her head go away. She didn't know whether to be angry or upset. Dale and Jim had been working on the vehicle for a long time it seemed. She walked up to Dale, who was handing Jim some tools from the red tool-box.
"Good morning there boys." She gave a big smile. Jim mumbled morning and kept working on the RV, Dale turned around to smile back at her.
"It's actually afternoon now, it's 12:17." He tapped his wrist watch.
"Well, my apologies." Eva still smiled, knowing that they weren't being serious.
"Well, I know you didn't come for the time, so what brings you here?"
"I was just wondering about the tent that Jim offered me lastnight, I was hoping that I could set it up?" She peered over Dale to look at Jim, who seemed to be working still.
"It's alright with me if it's alright with Jim." Dale turned around to look at Jim, who stopped working now. Jim sat there for a moment, quivering his lip for a moment.
"It's okay with me I guess, just move my things to your tent, Dale."
Eva almost jumped excitedly at the thought of something to keep her busy or a little while. Dale put down the tools he was holding and walked towards a blue tent down a ways from the RV. They spent a few minutes or so removing Jim's belongings out of the tent, as well as blankets and sleeping bags.
"I know I'm just spit-balling here, but I'm guessing you would like to move your tent next to Amy and Andrea's?" Eva nodded to answer Dale's question.
"But I can set up a tent myself, you go on and finish fixing the RV Dale, you've done enough already." Eva reached over to touch Dale's arm warmingly. He smiled and nodded, and then walked back over to the winnebago. She spent the next hour or so un-doing the tent, taking the parts over by the red tent, putting it back together, and setting up the inside the way she liked it. It wasn't very big, but it was quite roomy for her. She sat down for a moment on the blanket-bed she had made for herself, pondering on what she should do next. Although the tent kept her busy, it wasn't enough for her to keep her mind off of Daryl, and now she was more angry than upset. ~Eva Lorington, get a hold of yourself for God's sake. At this rate, sooner or later you're going to be asking yourself if you were ever an agent in the first place.~ It wasn't nearly dinner time yet, and she had nothing else to do. ~I was begining to think that surviving through this would be a challenge.~ She laughed to herself, and then heard a shuffling outside the tent.
"Eva?" It was Amy.
"Come in, I'm decent." Eva said, laughing again. Amy crouched in, holding a basket full of clothes.
"I was wondering if you were done with your tent, I was hoping that maybe you wanna come down to the lake and help us with the laundry?"
"Oh of course!" And for the rest of the long afternoon, Eva spent doing chores with Amy. It wasn't all boring, given the fact that while they did chores, they were making jokes about her and Daryl. It seems that her and Amy were bonding really fast, it was some what of the company she had been asking for. Unfortunately, the more jokes that were made, the less hope she had for the actual romance.
Eva wasn't looking forward to dinner at all, not because of the possibility of having squirrel again, but the possibility of having Daryl not acknowledging her again.
So I might not post chapter 8 in a while, I've been going through depression lately and I've lost inspiration.
I feel so bad for you guys, but I'm going through a lot as I mentioned earlier. I love you all.
If you guys could help motivate me and give me more heart-warming reviews, I'll have the hope of posting more. .
