CHAPTER TEN
It was snowing. When everyone woke up, snow was covering the ground, and was still going. Children were begging their moms and dads, or Carol in special cases, to go outside. So, as long as they didn't go to the fence, they bundled up and waddled outside.

I put on two pairs of socks, my boots, a hoodie, and the leather jacket, and walked out side. I watched the kids make snow angels and have snowball fights.

"Kyra!" Mika, a younger girl who's dad died a few months ago, yelled, hitting me in the chest with a snowball, "Come play with us!"

I smiled walking over and building a ball of snow. "What do you say we make a snow man?" She grinned, nodding.

So, I assigned the kids jobs. Some went to get the best looking arm sticks, some went to get rocks for the eyes nose and mouth, and some helped make the body.

I taught them how to roll a ball until it was big enough. "You have to have three. The one on the bottom has to be bigger than the one on top of it and the one on top of it has to be smaller. Get it?" I asked, watching them nod. Carl helped me get the parts on top of one another, they were bigger than I expected the kids to do.

The kids came back with sticks and rocks and we made it's face and arms.

"Now, let's give it a name!" I told them, huddled around the snowman.

"Snowly!" Mika suggested.

"I like snow flake, better," Tyler, a little boy, argued.

"Frosty." Another girl argued.

"How about, you guys go ask Daryl which one he likes better?" I asked, Daryl just now walking out.

They all ran over there, pulling on his jacket and yelling.

I laughed, standing up and wiping my hands off.

Mika ran back, "He says Snowly is a great name!" she smiled, I grinned back.

"There it is, then!" I wrote Snowly across his stomach with my finger. She grinned and ran off to play with the other kids.

I made sure that there was enough people out to watch the kids and I went back inside, Carol offering me a cup of hot water. I smiled and thanked her for it, and continued on my path, sipping on the water.

When I was younger, we had hot chocolate when we came in. I guess water was all the we had. It still felt good after freezing my butt off.

Everyone was outside, except for a few people, and as I walked into my room, I felt someone touch my shoulder.

I whirled around to see Daryl standing in my door way, well cell way I suppose.

"Can we talk?" he asked, leaning against the frame.

"Sure." I sat on my bed, and he walked in, sitting at my desk chair.

"So, what are we talking about?" I asked, not looking at him. I felt like a little kid getting in trouble.

He crossed his arms, and with pursed lips, he just looked at me. It felt weird, but at the same time I sorta missed him being in a confined space with me. But, I had to remember this was serious. And I couldn't jump all over him.

"Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna look at each other?" I asked. Although he looked really hot like that. I would personally never tell him that. But he did.

"I'm the only one looking. You haven't looked at me the first time."

"Because you're staring at me like I'm a little kid. Which I'm sick of, by the way," I finally looked up at him, looking him right in the eyes.

I felt brave, and maybe I even looked brave, but I could feel my cheeks turn red, and it took a lot of courage to face him. Why did I always feel like this with him? Like he was superior?

"Listen, kid- um, Kyra, I.. I'm sorry. For what I said in the library the other night. I'm just as in the dark with this relationship as you are. So, let's talk about it."

"How about we talk about you and Carol?" I asked, standing up and peeking out the curtain of my room.

"What about her?" he asked, eying me.

"Well, you guys are awful friendly. Although, I'm not sure if I'm in the position to be jealous or not. But I am.

"And, I know she care for you. A lot. The question here that I need the answer to is: Do you care for her?"

"Of course I do. But not like that. I know she does, but you have to understand that she comes from a really bad place." he stood up and walked over to me.

He place his hand behind me on the wall, cornering me. His hand lifted my chin up.

"I do, however, care about you," he leaned down to kiss me, and I ducked, dodging his kiss. His eyebrows raised and nodded.

"I get it, you're pissed." he backed up, smiling.

"It's not that I'm pissed Daryl, it's that we need to talk. And you use sex to escape talking. Quit!" I threw my hands up, and sat down, putting my head in my hands.

"Why are you so content on not sharing feelings? It doesn't have to be feelings, just talk to me! We used to talk, but ever since that kiss, we don't."

"Kyra, I'm sorry. Really, I am. It's just, I don't know how. Actions speak louder than words, thing. I don't deal well with losing people, so I don't like thinking about it. I'm sorry."

He didn't say much, but it was a lot at the same time.

"Ok... But we're going to make a deal." I told him, hoping he'd compromise.

He smiled, walking towards me again. "Go ahead."

"You have to start telling me stuff, and I know you're not big on talking or whatever, but I want to hear about your child hood and life with Merle. I want you to open up."

He nodded, "I can attempt it."

"Good. 'Cause I also want the full story on Sophia." I smiled, as he simultaneously groaned.

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Hey! So, I'm gonna start posting one chapter a day. Maybe two if I can get around to it. Thanks for reading everyone! Happy tenth chapter! Xx (don't forget to review)