CHAPTER ELEVEN
Once again, we were in the library, deciding to meet her every now and then to just talk. Strictly just talking. I was sitting on the table when he came in, walking over and kissed me.

I probably let the kiss last longer than should have, but eventually I found the will to remove my hands from his hair and stop the kiss.

"So, tell me about Sophia. Why'd you go crazy?" I asked bluntly.

"Do we really have to talk about her?" he asked, pouting.

"Yes! I need to know!"

"Why does it matter? You never met her! You said we had to talk, you didn't say it had to be about her. We can talk about Merle, or my dad, or anything besides her!"

"Please, Daryl! You promised!" I grabbed his hands, curling my fingers over his and pouting.

"No!" he shouted like a little kid, jerking his hands back.

"Daryl Dixon, you promised me that you would talk about her, now talk!" I shouted back.

"Kyra, I'm not going to talk about her."

"Whatever, Daryl. Don't pull that shit on me. You promised you'd talk, asshole."

"Fine!" he jumped from his seat, "Wanna know why I cared for her so much? 'Cause she came from a shitty home, that's why! Do you know how many times I pulled that piece of shit she had to call dad off of her or off of Carol? Too many! So, when that asshole died and I got to keep her away from him I thought I finally saved her! But no! Not a few weeks later she gets lost and I don't know what to do, Kyra! So, I search for her! I think, she actually lasted twelve fucking years with her dad, surely she can hold out for just a few days! Then I can save her again. You know?"

He was crying. And I found myself wiping tears away.

"Daryl-" I began, but he interrupted me.

"No, you wanted to know, let me tell. So I search for her, I literally almost died! I was thrown off a horse, shot, I fell over a bluff, and I didn't let it stop me! Then one day," he wiped tears away, and I reached for him, he backed away. "one day, Shane opened up the barn full of walkers and out pours all these meaningless dead people, and then... And then Sophia comes out, and she's growling. And I think why? Why would this happen? Why couldn't I have found her, or Carl, or Rick. But no. We had to find her dead."

He sat in his chair, defeated looking. He covered his face with his hands, and it was the first time I'd seen him cry.

I walked behind him, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm sorry," I whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"For what?" He asked, hands still covering his face.

"For Sophia. I'm not sorry that I made you tell me. But I really am sorry about her. You must've really cared about her. I wish I could've met her."

He sniffed, taking his hands away from his face.

"God, I feel like a puss."

I grimaced. Leave it to Daryl. Take a sweet, intimate moment and make you want to vomit.

"Ok, Daryl, you're not a... Ugh, I hate that word, but you're not. It shows you don't have a heart of stone. Maybe one day, you'll care about someone else like that."

I let him go, walking over, I sat on the table facing him.

"Like you?" he asked, still sniffing.

"No!" I crinkled my nose, "God! Daryl! I meant as a father figure. I swear.." I shook my head, laughing slightly.

His eyebrows raised and he shrugged, smirking. He stood, walking over to me. He put his hands on the table, his face inches from mine.

"So? Do I get a reward for being a pansy in front of you?" he asked, leaning in.

I snorted, making him grimace. "Once you get that snot off your face, maybe," I kissed him on his cheek, carefully avoiding his nose, and walked to the door way.

"But after," I said, stopping and turning to look at him, "I may get cold in my cell."

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