Figured I'd post today, as it is my last day at my current office and I have access to a computer right now. Not sure when I'll get around to updating the next chapter, so be patient with me! I have up to Chapter 13 typed up right now, just need time to sit down and go through that clusterfuck to make sure it is postable - (is that even a word? probably spelled it wrong if it is 0_o) Anyways, i'm sure many of you are going to enjoy this chapter, for one reason or another, so enjoy!
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DarkDust27: No one in their right mind would be stupid enough to allow that man, of all people, to go anywhere with Ana alone, let alone, across the yard. That man is a ticking time bomb that we are almost too eager to kill off lol gotta agree with you, that man would not waste time in taking her out the first chance he gets.
Lavendor Queen: You and me both girl, I despise Shane to the ends of the earth, but I have to agree with you, he does give the story that annoying flare it needs.
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KyraNoelle: lol we're all hoping for more from Daryl and Ana, and yes you are right about the slow burn but hopefully this chapter right here may be able to feed your need for the time being lol
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Author's POV...
After getting over the initial horror and shock of Shane suggesting he go along with her, without Daryl, Ana watched as Daryl made a lunge at the Sheriff deputy, only to be stopped by both Glenn and Rick who then calmly and kindly told Shane to piss off. There was no way in hell Daryl would allow Shane anywhere near Ana, especially alone.
"Shouldn't you be taking the truck, just in case you stumble upon a big load?" Glenn asked out as he watched Ana trudge towards Merle's bike where Daryl was already waiting for said woman.
"Won't need it, trust me. If we find what I saw, we won't need a truck, per say." She looped the shoulder bag over her head, resting on her good shoulder as Daryl kicked the bike's engine on, letting it roar to life before shifting forward in his seat.
"Ya sure ya gonna be alright ridin'?" Daryl asked her as she sputtered her lips, seriously annoyed that he was still pestering her about her injury.
"Dixon, I'm fine, Jesus. I'm not some prissy city girl, or shall I remind you?" She smirked teasingly as he rolled his eyes, revving the engine slightly before turning to look at her impatiently.
"Well, ya gettin' on or not?" Daryl barked out impatiently as Glenn helped her to get on behind the redneck, stopping to help her adjust her sling and bag before stepping back out of range.
"Be careful out there. If your both not back by tomorrow at midday, we're coming to look for you." Rick strutted over from the campsite, passing Ana a worried glance as she simply nodded at him before turning to Daryl's back, hesitantly wrapping her one good arm around his waist, briefly feeling the muscles in his torso tense at her touch. She made to rip her hand back, worried she had done something to hurt or disgust him, only for his hand to grab her wrist, pulling it around his waist once more. She stared at the back of his head confused and slightly embarrassed before turning to Rick and Glenn who innocently turned from the interaction, glancing away uninterested.
"Wait...Glenn, did ya get the bolt cutters?" She gripped onto the shirt over Daryl's torso to stop him from going as Glenn's eyes widened in realization before he grabbed it out of the bag that had been slung over his shoulder. She took it from his hand, wedging it between her and Daryl before wrapping her arm around him once more.
"Be careful out there." Rick called as she nodded, tapping Daryl lightly on his stomach before he peeled out of the campsite, heading down the dirt road towards the gate.
Ana's POV...
"Which way we headin?" Daryl called back once we had made it back onto the highway as I adjusted in my seat before pointing to the right.
"Hold on!" Daryl added as my hand immediately shot down to hold him around his waist as we took off down the highway, the wind whipping past us.
A few minute down the road, my eyes peering intently over Daryl's shoulder as we maneuvered through the hoards of parked cars, I recognized the cluster of cars we had parked in with the whole 'Sophia' situation. Patting Daryl on his shoulder to get his attention, he pulled over just in front of the car that still held the food the group had left out for Sophia and cut the engine.
"What's wrong?" Daryl asked as I fought to slide myself out from behind him without face planting only to yelp when my leg caught on the seat, sending me falling anyways. Naturally, Daryl caught me in time as the bolt cutters slid out from between us and clattered to the ground beside us.
"Can't go one day without ya fallin' on yer fuckin' face." Daryl gruffly complained as he helped me to my feet causing me to snort.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I have yer ass around ta catch me, huh?" I shot back playfully, patting his chest before bending down to retrieve the bolt cutters.
"What the hell we stop 'ere for? The group looted this area, a couple dozen times." Daryl kicked the bike stand out before standing, stretching as my eyes unconsciously snapped down to the small bit of skin that briefly showed below his navel.
"See somethin' ya like?" Daryl's voice was like a bucket of ice water being tossed over me as I coughed awkwardly, my body spinning quickly to face away from him before I could embarrass myself any further. Not sure why I wouldn't embarrass myself any further, especially with the mouth I had.
"Always." I hummed in agreement before realizing I did, sending heat through my face when I knew Daryl had picked up on that.
Jesus Christ. Get yer shit together!
"This way." I squeaked out, tripping over my feet as I began making my way in the direction of the box truck I had stumbled across a week before, my mind not giving me the chance to see if Daryl was even following me as I continued on my own.
"I hope to Christ that damn truck is still down here." I muttered to myself, trying to ignore the heat still building under my cheeks.
Author's POV...
"We could have just rode the bike down 'ere instead of walkin' our asses." Daryl complained from behind Ana who now had a kick in her step once the familiar box truck came into view, untouched.
"If you'd get yer head out of yer ass for a second, you'd notice there was no fuckin' way we'd get through here without fallin' over." She mumbled under her breath, not allowing Daryl's complains and comments get the best of her as she attempted to stay as positive as possible with the truck coming up on them.
"Here's my gold mine." Ana spun behind the truck in a 'ta-da' fashion as Daryl parked his bike to the side before glancing up at it, clearly unimpressed.
"It could be empty for all we fuckin' know." Daryl snorted as Ana dropped her arms, calling him a asshole under her breath before she pulled the bolt cutters from her bag.
"Well, Dixon, there is two things wrong with yer fuckin' comment. One, if it was empty, why the hell would there be a huge ass lock on the back door? Hm?" She tapped it for emphasis as he crossed his arms, leaning against the side of a nearby van.
"And two, ya see what company this truck belongs to?" She slowly began to smirk as she pointed down the side of said truck, striking Daryl's interest as he kicked off the car, peering down the side which read Walmart.
Okay, he was impressed with her as he turned to watch her cackle proudly before going about cutting the lock with difficulty.
"Alright, alright, let me do it before ya fuckin' hurt yerself more." Daryl practically ripped the bolt cutters out of her hands, pushing her on the side as she smirked.
"Aww, ever the gentleman, Dixon." She batted her lashes dramatically as he easily cut the lock.
"Shut yer fuckin' mouth." He hissed as she snorted out a laughter, eagerly waiting for him to toss the now busted lock and yank open the back door.
"Holy shit."
Back at the farm...
"What's it gonna be man? Which way does this thing go?" A voice cut across the silent conversation Rick and Glenn were having as they headed back towards the camp after seeing Ana and Daryl off. Glenn's eyes shot up, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to before he even saw the man just as Rick let out an aggravated sigh.
"I don't know yet." Rick answered, figuring he was referring to the little meeting both he and Ana had with Hershel just an hour before. Shane scoffed, his hands easily finding their way to his hips as he stared down at his boots, clearly not liking the answer Rick gave him.
"Well, what did he say?" Shane then asked, impatiently as Rick nodded at Glenn to leave as the Asian didn't wait another second to run off, away from said conversation.
"We're negotiating." Rick spoke calmly as Shane rolled his eyes, looking to Rick annoyed.
"You're nego...clocks ticking, Rick." Shane threw his hands up frustrated as Rick instantly shook his head, his eyes hardening.
"No, it isn't Shane. Ana believes that if..." Rick began as a wild look shot into Shane's eyes, his jaw twitching.
"There it is. You teamin' with the new girl again." Shane laughed angered as Rick blinked a few times before crossing his arms.
"Shane, let me ask you something. What do you have against her? What has she done that's put you against her?" Rick had it. He was already on edge. His best friend had slept with his wife. Sure, they thought he was dead but still, that was the lowest low he thought possible for a man he thought was his best friend. To top that off, his wife had just confessed she was pregnant, and from what Rick knew about pregnancies, there was no way that baby was his. He wasn't stupid. He knew how it worked.
Then, to add oil to a flame, the man standing in front of him, who was a shell of a man he once was, was mentally and physically attacking a woman that meant more to him then it should. He knew it was wrong. Whether it romantic or not, he didn't care at this point, something in him was screaming to protect the woman, to watch over her, to keep her from going through anymore hurt thanks to the man in front of him.
"I don't have to answer this shit!" Shane barked in laughter, completely ignoring Rick as he turned, making to walk away only for Rick to growl out, grabbing Shane's arm.
"No, you do. You really do, Shane." Rick hissed at Shane who passed the man a shocked glance before something seemed to settle in.
"Wait a second. Don't tell me, you...are you serious?" Shane ripped his arm from Rick's grasp, taking a step back to eye Rick from head to toe in disbelief.
"What the hell are you going on about now?" Rick spat back, fed up with his run around on his question.
The two stared silently at each other before Shane scoffed, laughing shortly in disbelief as he glanced around.
"You like her, seriously? Ana...and with Lori, Jesus, Rick! How can you do that to her?!" Shane snapped as he shoved Rick back, startling the man who then exploded, immediately shoving the man back.
"You fuckin' slept with my wife, you piece of shit! Don't act like you're fuckin' innocent here!" Rick screeched as it was Shane's turn to stumble in surprise, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"Rick, I..." Shane ran both of his hands over his shaved head before plastering a forced smile of guilt on his face.
"Oh don't give me that shit. You knew what you were doing. You left me for dead and then went after my wife. You don't have any say in what I do from here on out. You got me? Stay the fuck away from Ana." Rick took a step with every word he said till he was all but pinned to Shane's chest, his eyes narrowed deadly as he dared his once best friend to make a move.
"Everythin' alright out here?" An older voice tore the tension in half as Dale came into view just beside them, Glenn and T-Dog just behind him.
"Yeah." Shane stepped back, adjusting his shirt while Rick held his ground, continuing to glare at his once friend,
"We're good." Rick added sarcastically before turning and marching back towards camp, not once turning to look at them.
The 3 men watched as both men separated into opposite directions before turning to each other.
"Guess cat's out of the bag, Lori and Shane's been sleeping together." Glenn sighed out as T-Dog and Dale turned to him confused.
"What? Ana called Shane out on it back at the quarry, thought you guys noticed?" Glenn asked slowly as the two shook their heads, obviously oblivious to what was happening around them.
"How'd Ana know?" T-Dog asked as Glenn chuckled, kicking at the dirt.
"She's a lot more observant than she thinks." Glenn proudly added sending T-Dog nodding in agreement.
"So, she know about you and the farmers daughter?" Dale bluntly asked as Glenn tripped over himself, turning to Dale in horror.
"Wait, wait, wait, Glenn, you hittin' it up with the farmers daughter and didn't tell me? Bro, that's pretty low." T-Dog poked at the man who was now turning 50 shade of red all awhile stumbling over his words, trying to come up with a lie though T-Dog broke out laughing, patting him wholeheartedly on the back.
"Bro, chill. It's cool." T-Dog playfully pulled him into his side before messing with his hair, effectively sending Glenn squirming in his grasp before stumbling away back towards the house, leaving T-Dog and Dale out on the dirt road.
"So, seems like the Sheriff has a thing for our Shorty too." T-Dog spoke after a moment of silence, Dale slipping up beside him as they both stared at the camp.
"Sounds like it. Not sure if I should be worried or not." Dale sighed concerned with the various situations happening at once, scratching at his cheek as T-Dog snorted.
"I ain't worried. She's already got Daryl doing back flips for her, at this rate, Grimes ain't getting anywhere near Shorty."
Ana's POV...
I stood frozen, shocked and speechless by what we had stumbled upon on a whim. From the two pallets I could see from where I stood, their manifests taped to the plastic wrap reading 'Food Bank Donations', I knew, we had run across the mother load of supplies.
"Fuckin' hell." Daryl gaped from beside me as I nodded, not sure what to say and only hoping the canned goods and other food items were still good.
"Told ya, gold mine." I grinned over at him, enjoying the brief feeling of pride filling me as I stepped forward, clambering to climb up the truck. Stumbling a few times, I let out an unattractive squeak as I felt Daryl's hands grip my hips before he helped me up.
"Jesus Christ, you can't do anythin' on yer own." Daryl complained as I stood in the truck, turning to flip him the bird.
"Try climbin' with one arm and we'll talk." I spat back irritated, adjusting my shirt with one arm before approaching the nearest pallet's manifest.
"Seems like they were doing a run for the local food bank. These two pallets are stocked with...non-perishables. Fuck yes." I moaned out in relief when I ran across the small note, turning to Daryl who was staring at me intently from just beneath the doorway.
"What?" I inquired confused, not sure if I had something on my face or what before he blinked a few times and scoffed.
"Nothin'. Is there anythin' else in 'ere?" Daryl climbed up, trying to glance around before attempting to slip through the small gap between the two pallets.
"Yer fat ass isn't gonna fit." I teased out as he froze before turning to glare at me.
"Ya know, ya seem to have this strange fascination with my ass." He stepped back from the pallet, turning to me with a brow arched as I rolled my eyes, fighting to hide the blush that was all but clawing it's way across my face.
"Don't flatter yerself Dixon, I've seen better." I slapped the manifest onto his chest before pushing past him towards the small gap.
"Woah, where the fuck ya think yer goin'?" He grabbed my arm before I could get an inch in as I looked at him from over my shoulder annoyed.
"Figured it would be obvious, Dixon. Imma check if there's anythin' else back there." I innocently added as he quickly shook his head, pulling me further away as I shrugged his arm off.
"What the fuck is yer problem?" Annoyed, I fixed the sleeve of my flannel before turning fully to face him.
"There could be anythin' back there." He offered plainly as I rolled my eyes, pulling the gun from the back of my shorts, waving it.
"Yeah, and if there is, imma kill it before we take this fuckin' truck back to camp. That okay with you?" I sarcastically added, watching the way his jaw ticked at my tone.
I waited one more minute, wanting to see if he had anything else to say before I scoffed, turning back to the pallets.
"Keep an eye out, would ya?" I grumbled under my breath as I wedged myself between the pallets, not waiting for an answer as I disappeared from sight.
There was nothing, or more specifically, no one, there. I didn't expect anything to be in the truck seeing as it was locked from the outside, but Daryl, ever the worry-wart, continued to call out to me, making sure that I was still alive and kicking every 10 seconds.
By now, I had stumbled upon 4 pallets of canned goods, 2 pallets of bottled water and further to the back, 2 pallets, which were addressed to the Atlanta Salvation Army, full of what I could see to be clothes, most likely clothes that were either outdated, lost or damaged in someway. No medicine, but then again, food and water had been at the top of my list when we came out here, so I couldn't complain.
"Whatcha got back there?" I knew he was just asking questions because I told him to shut his trap and let me look without him breathing down my neck. Rolling my eyes in frustration, I silently glanced back and forth at another pair of pallets littered with canned goods and smiled.
"Found some clothes, looks like adult and kids, so we scored. No medicine though." I spoke out as I watched him pace from between the pallets.
"Go see if ya can find some keys to this hunk of shit, imma start tryna move these cars, make a path back." I met his eyes through the pallets and nodded as I slowly began squeezing my way back through the pallets, coming into view.
"Kay." I jumped down as he grabbed my wrist before I could go past him, pulling me to him again.
"Stay close, don't fuckin' wander, ya understand?" He softly hissed into my face as I momentarily got lost in his hazels before ripping myself out of my hormone induced staring.
"Fuck, i'm not 2, I got it." I whined defensively, pulling my arm from his, trying to come across as annoyed though I silently enjoyed his protectiveness.
"Could have fooled me." He teased as I turned my back to him, gaping when I caught on to what he said and quickly turned back to see him strolling away.
"Fuckin' redneck."
Author's POV...
Ana kept her gun stationed in her free hand, her machetes, clanking against her back as she silently made her way towards the cab of the truck. Keeping an eye peeled on her surroundings, all awhile shooting glances over her shoulder at Daryl who was busy complaining and cussing at cars that were giving him a hard time. Making it to the cab door, she held up her gun, making a experimental tap on the window for any reaction before not receiving any. Loosening her grip on the handle of her gun, she used a pair of fingers, yanking the door open as she jumped back, waiting for the inevitable.
Body tense and ready for a fight, her wide eyes shot around the empty cab before she let out a sigh of relief. Taking another glance over at Daryl to make sure he was still nearby, she shoved the gun back into the back of her pants before going about attempting to climb up in the truck cab.
She searched for a set of keys, kneeling beneath the dashboard to peek under the seat, she moaned in frustration when she came up empty.
"Fuckin' hell..." She hissed annoyed, glancing onto the bench seat where she had stashed her findings during her search for keys.
Grabbing the smokes, a small first-aid kit and tube of toothpaste, she slid carefully out of the cab, shoving said items into her shoulder bag as she hit the concrete. Heading back towards the back end of the truck, she searched for Daryl, going as far as she peeking into the back of the truck before her head snapped around at the sound of tapping.
Searching the graveyard of cars, movement caught her attention as she narrowed in on Daryl frantically running towards her. Blinking confused, though the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise, she took a step away from the truck in his direction only for the man to basically tackle across the back of the truck, one hand pressed to her mouth as she fought the wince of pain.
"Horde." Was all he had to say before her body froze over, her eyes widening in terror as the familiar sounds of the undead began to grow closer.
"Get yer ass in the fuckin' truck, hurry." Daryl hissed softly, trying to be as gentle as he could with her as he helped to lift her into the truck before shutting one of the doors. She paced nervously in the open door, reaching a hand down to help him only for the car alarm of one of the cars he had been moving seconds before, began to blare. Ana let out a unappealing squeak of fright, both her and Daryl searching frantically for the sounds location only to narrow in on said car about 10 cars from them.
"Fuck, that's gonna attract more than a fuckin' herd." Daryl stepped back down the step-up, glancing up at her seriously before turning to the car.
Slower than she was proud of, she didn't know what was happening until Daryl was attempting to shut the last door in her face. Her hand shot out at the last second, stopping him with a look of pure panic on her face as he looked up at her impatiently.
"Get yer ass in here, now." She whispered frantically as her grip on the edge of the door tightened.
"No. I gotta shut that shit off before it draws more of them in." Daryl whispered frustrated as Ana opened her mouth, wanting to argue as he quickly shook his head, pushing the door closed once more.
Ana wasn't sure when it had begun, but as she fought to keep the door open, wanting to pull him into the safety of the truck, her vision began to gloss over. Daryl barked at her to let go, to let him go and shut it off, but she shook her head, her heart clenching painfully in her chest as she felt an unfamiliar caress of something wet slipping down her cheeks.
She was crying.
"N-no...get in here, now." She begged through tears, knowing she would not be mentally strong enough to watch him walk away with the possibility that she'd never see him alive again.
Daryl seemed to be knocked off guard by the reaction he was getting from her, his throat closing up at the sight of tears spilling out of her beautiful eyes and down her flawless cheeks. He never had someone cry for him, cry for his safety before and now that it was happening, he wasn't sure what to do, what to say to her, though he did not enjoy the heartbroken and terrified look playing across her features.
Sucking in what was left of his pride, he released the door and took a quick step forward, his hands pressed gently to her wet cheeks to stop her from falling out of the truck.
"Ya gotta trust me. I need ya to stay 'ere and hide, i'll be right back." He was a breath's space from her, her wide and tear filled eyes frantically looking at him. He could feel her attempting to shake her head against his grip, her body already moving to get out to follow him as everything around him came caving in.
He couldn't lose her, again.
He couldn't watch her get anymore hurt than she already was.
He couldn't intentionally put her in harms way anymore.
He couldn't.
He wouldn't.
As if she could read his mind, as if she knew exactly what was going through his head, he was ripped out of his dark thoughts by the sudden urgent press of her soft lips against his own. He didn't have time to register the warmth filling him or the way her hand shook as it held the collar of his vest because she pulled away in the next second, her eyes searching his for something he didn't know before she sniffled and slipped back.
"Ya better come back ta me or I'll kick yer ass myself." She muttered, attempting to push it off as a joke though he could barely register anything over the roaring in his ears. He passed her a muted nod, taking a step back as she let out another broken sob before he slammed the door in her face, snapping the lock in place.
Ana's POV...
As soon as the door was shut and darkness welcomed me, another painful sob ripped its way through my chest and out my throat. I collapsed on my weak legs, swaying as my uninjured hand barely caught me from creating anymore noise over the loud sound of moaning echoing around me. Rolling onto my side, facing away from the door, I tried to ignore the sound of groaning and moaning echoing from the outside of the walls, the way some of them would bump against the walls, or hit them.
I couldn't lose Daryl. I couldn't. I kept repeating that as I fought to keep my sobs undetected from the monsters outside, but as the minutes ticked by, the moaning still present, I felt pieces of my heart slowly begin to crack and break off.
This was my fault.
I had brought up this run, I had suggested doing it without any other help then Daryl. I had brought him out here and now I was going to get him killed.
There was no way he's was going to be able to fight off the hundreds of walkers I had seen just before he shoved me into the back of the Walmart truck.
I was going to lose one of the only things that meant anything to me in this world.
Fuck. This was my punishment for saving Sophia.
I knew it.
Fate was laughing it's crazy ass off at my pain, enjoying the show I was putting on as gun pops began to echo outside, constricting my heart further. Ignoring the pain in my arm or the loud banging happening against the side of the truck, I buried my face deep into the safety of my injured elbow while my free hand was pressed to my ear.
I prayed, for the first time in my life, for a miracle to happen. To whatever heavenly being watched over earth, to save Daryl and bring him safely back to me.
But as I ended my half-assed prayer, reality seemed to set in as I realized this wasn't my reality. This was a television show, one I was stuck in. One I had loved at one time but not dreaded to wake up in.
Daryl.
His face flashed across my vision again causing me to cry out, my hand that had been pressed to my ear, now planted over my mouth as not to draw any attention to myself.
I wanted to go home.
Author's POV...
"You doing okay?" Glenn was startled out of his staring contest with the dirt road that led out of the farm and towards the highway. He blinked against the sun assaulting his eyes before turning to see Dale looking at him worried.
"Yeah, I'm good, fine. You okay?" Glenn was quick to turn the question on Dale who only shook his head, adjusting the rifle over his shoulder.
"I may be old in my years son, but I'm not blind. Something's bothering you." Dale brushed off Glenn's need to avoid the question sending the Asian sighing in defeat before he glanced back over his shoulder down the dirt road.
"Don't know. I'm worried about them. I suddenly have a bad feeling about letting them go off on their own." Glenn muttered under his breath as he placed his hand on his stomach, hoping to keep the nausea at bay.
"Ana and Daryl?" Dale stepped up as Glenn nodded, hoping to see the familiar Harley crawling over the hill.
"You know, out of everyone here, I think those two are more capable of being alright on their own then any." Dale confessed as Glenn began to massage the bridge of his nose, knowing the man to be right, though that didn't help his worry.
"Those two are also more capable of getting into trouble on their own then any." Glenn retorted on edge as Dale silently agreed, turning to look in the same direction Glenn was now.
"Daryl would never let anything happen to that girl, Glenn." Dale calmly offered, placing his free hand on Glenn's shoulder, hoping to calm him even a little.
"I'm sure everyone's noticed the way that redneck has been hovering over our little firecracker from day one which brings me back to, Daryl would do anything in his power to make sure Ana is okay. He likes that girl more than he thinks and I'm sure, he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure that she doesn't so much as get a scratch from being out there." Dale couldn't help but find himself smile as Daryl and Ana's faces passed his mind, a visual of young love bringing back memories of his past.
"I still have a bad feeling about all of this..." Glenn whispered under his breath, a gnawing feeling building deep in his stomach as he continued to stand there, waiting.
And waiting.
Hope you all enjoyed that slight push at Daryl and Ana's relationship, I know an ass ton of you have been begging for even a small kiss, figured this would be the best place to push that boundary lol
Until next time~
