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I traced the small scar on my leg for a few moments, thinking about how naïve I had been back then. I was surprised to even last a week on my own when I was pregnant because I had always had Daryl there to protect me, it was like I was his burden and he made that clear. He had always tried to watch over me, never wanting me out of his sight. "Ya know bein' on watch means you actually have ta watch." I jumped at his voice, knowing better now than to scream. "Fuck me Daryl, don't sneak up on me."
He didn't say anything I just sat next to me, crossbow balanced against his knee. We were quiet for a few minutes, until I sighed. "Why don't you want me to come with ya to the prison?" I whispered gently. He seemed to inhale sharply. "Please, you have to tell me." I pleaded quietly, turning my upper body to face him. "I ain't takin' ya because Genevieve is always gonna need her momma." He muttered, keeping his eyes on the woods. "And she's always gonna need her daddy too." I whispered, putting my hand on his arm. "I grew up without mine, I only knew him when he was dead. I never want her to live like that." He shifted slightly so my hand moved off of him.
"And I grew up withou' my mom." He muttered under his breath; bring his hand up to his mouth to chew on the side of his thumb. A favourite nervous habit of his. I gulped, retreating my hand back so it could join my other one hugging my knees to my chest. "She died when I wa' seven. Fell asleep drunk with a cigarette, burnt herself up in smoke." I rubbed my lips together. "I'm sorry Daryl." He shrugged it off, still nibbling at his thumb. "It wa' gonna happen. Alcoholic 'n all that. It were my dad's fault though, but whatever." I drew small circles on my knees, looking straight out at the forest. "My dad was a peace worker out in Thailand, I only knew him for a few weeks before he died out there. You know, that boxing day tsumai in 2004." He nodded once, before exhaling slightly. "Sorry." I shrugged. "Don't matter I guess."
"I can't lose ya again Kate." He whispered very softly and extremely quickly, I almost didn't hear it. I again turned my body to face him. "You can't lose me?" I questioned, he gave me no response. "Daryl you never lost me." I tried putting my hand back on him but he violently shrugged it off. "Ya ran off Kate, ran away. Not even leavin' me a note. I thought you had fuckin' died alrigh'? I can't be responsible for letting ya go off being brave and if ya get hurt it'll be on me, and I can' even begin t' imagine you actually dead alrigh'?" I rubbed my lips together, looking down at the floor and moving my hand away from him. "I left because you asked me to." I whispered quietly. "You told me you didn't want to see me again so I went. You fucking hit me Daryl."
"Don't ya think I'm aware of tha'." He hissed loudly. "I've never hit a girl in my entire life 'cause I've seen Merle, my father and every guy I saw was hittin' his woman. I never wanted ta hit ya and I knew after you left ya weren't comin' back. I lost cha, and it was my fault. I can't risk ya leavin' again." I exhaled, trying to hold back threatening tears. "I forgive you for what happened, okay? I've already said that. You have to forgive yourself." I replied, holding the rifle closer to me. "You're never going to lose me; you're stuck with me until the day I die." I heard him snigger slightly. "That's why ya ain't coming into tha' prison until we've cleared it out." I inhaled deeply, exhaling as a sigh. "You really that scared about me getting hurt and not being there for Genevieve?" He nodded once, making nod as well. "Okay, I won't go into the prison."
He seemed to exhale in relief, his body becoming a lot less tense. "But, if Rick comes up to me saying he needs back up or if any one of ya need help I will be there." His body tensed again slightly, but less than it had been. I shuffled slightly closer to him so our shoulders were touching. I nudged him and he nudged me back. "Agreed?" He didn't respond, biting his thumb again. "Come on, I compromised so much." I whined, seeing a small smile on his face. "Alrigh', calm down." He murmured, putting an arm around my shoulder. "And I swear to god if you die or get hurt, you will feel me kicking your butt in heaven." He sniggered into my hair, placing a small kiss on my temple. "Now, you go back to bed and I'll watch for a while. Genevieve's gonna miss her dad." He nuzzled his nose against the side of my head, keeping me tightly against him. "I'm gonna go get T-Dog. Then I want you in tha' tent alrigh'?" I nodded, feeling cold he left my side and wandered back to the tent.
T-Dog came by quickly, offering his hand. "Get back to sleep before Dixon kicks my ass." I sniggered, taking his hand to stand up. I handed him back the rifle and smiled. "Thanks T-Dog." He just nodded once before holding his rifle tightly, observing the forest. I quietly snuck back to my tent, seeing Daryl lying on his back; eyes open just kicking his foot ever so often which was crossed over his other leg. I sniggered, zipping up the tent and sliding next to him, being careful not to wake Genevieve. I shut my eyes hearing as well as sensing Daryl clamber on top of me. "Not while she's here." I muttered, smiling gently. I heard a small laugh before lips were attached to my neck.
It was only small kisses, little nips against the tight skin with his teeth skimming across the flesh. I bit my lip as they became more open mouthed, his hand moving under my shirt. My breathing became heavier, my hands moving to his hair. He moved his mouth to the base of my throat then moved to the other side of my neck, leaving a bruise there that matched the one appearing on the opposite side. I arched my back, making our hips meet allowing him to growl almost possessively. Everyone assumed that Daryl Dixon was this guy who just wanted to fuck a girl and leave as soon as he came.
That wasn't case however, even though emotionally he wasn't the most dependable but physically, wow. If he wanted to get you off, he would know how. I guess he watched a lot of porn but I didn't care. This man knew how to kiss a woman. His lips finally met mine in a sloppy open mouthed kiss, our tongues meeting causing both of us to groan. We just lay there, making out lazily until he stopped, moving back to my side. I could feel my lips becoming even more bruised than they were and my cheeks were flushed a deep red with the amount of heat coming off of them. "Thas' for not comin' to the prison." I was still trying to breathe properly when I almost snorted in laughter.
"Hell, I'll agree with you more often." He breathed a quiet laugh before what it seemed, trying to fall asleep. I turned onto my side, facing Genevieve, smiling weakly at her as I closed my eyes. In that moment, I felt like I needed nothing else in this world. I had my baby, my baby's father whom I loved and friends surrounding me. I sighed contently, putting my hand on her stomach, feeling her breath as she slept soundly. I felt Daryl's arms follow mine, ever so slightly resting his hand on mine on Genevieve's stomach, just feeling her breath. Feeling their heartbeats surrounding me I knew I'd never felt so alive in this world.