Twelve
"Relax, it's gonna be fine." I say to Daryl as we drive into a small town for our supply run. I pat his shoulder but he shrugs it off discretely.
I sigh. "I jus' don't want somethin' t' happen to ya." He says, his accent thicker than usual. It's just what happens when he's nervous I guess. "'Cuz if something does happen…it's gonna by my fault. That blame is gonna be on me." He says, meeting my eye.
"Geez chill Daryl, nothing is going to happen." Glenn says glancing back at us from the driver's seat.
"Eyes on the road!" Maggie exclaims. Glenn glares at her.
"I'm the only person in the world driving! Who am I going to crash into?" Glenn yells back at her. I sigh and shake my head. They fight like little kids…but then again so do Daryl and I.
"What store are we going to?" I ask, trying to break up the fight. Maggie exhales loudly and looks back at me.
"A Wal-Mart I think. And there will probably be some other store around there. So we can kill two birds with one stone…or should I say two walkers with one stone…" Maggie nudges Glenn in the car.
"I'm trying to drive here! And that was in no way funny." Glenn says, annoyed. I laugh to myself.
"See! Carol thought it was funny!" Maggie argues. Glenn rolls his eyes.
"It really wasn't." Daryl mutters.
"That's 'cuz guys have no sense of humor!" Maggie mutters, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"'Bout time we got here." Daryl mutters, throwing open the door to the car and stepping out. We all follow suit. I take in my surroundings. There are several stores around us, the biggest being Wal-Mart. It's been forever since I've been in there.
"Let's get our run on!" Glenn says and strides over to the door and opens it. Once we're inside he turns to us. "Groups of two. Me and Maggie and you and Carol." Glenn says to Daryl.
"Sounds good t' me. Jus' grab anythin' that looks useful." He says and we nod. "We'll meet back 'ere in about an hour 'er so."
"Good, be careful." Maggie nods and she and Glenn walk off in one direction. I turn to Daryl.
"Where to?" I ask. He motions for me to follow him and I do. We find ourselves in the outdoors section.
"Figure this would be the best place t' start. If anythin' happens, yell." He says and we start to tackle each aisle. As I look up and down the shelves I pick up a big tent that we might be able to use eventually and then I look up at the displays absently. I see something that causes a huge smile to appear on my face: Arrows.
As I look around where they should be, however, there is nothing, only empty shelves. People must have already taken them all…so the only ones are the ones at the very top of the huge shelves on display. Well crap. I glance around to make sure Daryl isn't watching and I set down the tent and start to climb up the shelves. When Sophia was little, I would have to scold her not to do this, l and now here I am doing it myself.
I'm about halfway up when I hear Daryl call me. "Carol, can I get some help?" Daryl calls. I roll my eyes.
"I'm a bit busy." I mutter loud enough for him to hear. Then I see him round the corner and stare up at me.
"Do ya got a death wish 'er somethin'? What the hell do ya think yer doin'?" He calls.
"There are arrows up there. I'm going to get them for you." I explain and step another shelf higher.
"God, I can't leave ya alone for one second. Get the hell down from there!" Daryl yells.
"I'm almost there Daryl, relax." I say and before I know it I'm at the top. "Ha!" I say and he sighs. I pull the arrows free of the dummy's grasp, causing its arm to fall off and tumble down the side of the shelf. Daryl side-steps it by a few inches.
"Hurry up." He calls, kicking the fake arm slightly.
"Catch." I say and toss the arrows down to him. They are in a fancy little bag and everything so he can carry them. He catches them and then sets them down.
"Be careful. Goin' down is always harder than goin' up." He says.
"Blah blah blah, yes I know that Daryl." I say and ease myself down. I'm at about the third shelf from the bottom when my hand slips and I fall. Luckily Daryl is standing there and he catches me, well helps me from falling really, since I was almost to the ground anyway.
"See, what'd I say?" He says and I smirk.
"Where to now? Or what did you need help with?"
"I needed the duffel bag." He picks it up and shoves the arrows inside.
"Oh, duh sorry. Can we go look at the clothes, mine are kinda worn down…"
"S' good look for ya." He jokes as we reach the clothes section. I start to throw some random shirts and pants into the bag. I also grab a few jackets, knowing winter will be here before we even know it.
"You should get some new clothes too. I'm getting really tired of stitching those pants of your every two days." I say. Daryl rolls his eyes.
"I'm good, thank ya." He mutters, setting down his duffel bag. I sigh and look up and down the racks. "What?" Daryl asks with a concerned look in his deep blue eyes.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about if I should grab anything else, like for someone else ya know?" I say. He nods. I sit down on one of the display tables on top of some tank tops. Daryl comes over and sits next to me. "Think Glenn and Maggie are done yet?" I ask.
Daryl shakes his head. "Naw, I think we still got some time." He says. I look at him.
"For what?" I ask, confused.
Daryl pulls me on top of him so I'm straddling his hips. "Daryl!" I shriek and he laughs, pressing his lips to mine. I steady myself my putting my hands on his shoulder.
He pulls away and just looks at me. "God, yer beautiful." He says. I blush. Then we start to kiss again. I feel Daryl run his hands underneath my shirt. We break the kiss for a simple moment while he pulls my shirt off over my head. We don't have much time after that because someone clears their throat behind us. I jump and quickly get off of Daryl. Glenn and Maggie stand behind us, their faces red, almost as much as mine is.
"As much as we hate in interrupt, we should probably get a move on." Glenn says.
"Sorry." I murmur and pull my shirt back on.
Daryl grabs the bag wordlessly and we head for the door. "Wait!" I exclaim. "I wanted to get a book." Daryl groans. "Shut up!" I say and walk past everyone to the book section.
Once I get there I take a few minutes to pick one out before returning to the group. "Done, was that so painful?" I ask.
"Yes it was, now can we go?" Glenn asks. I nod and when we get to the door we stop in our tracks. We exchange a look and I know that only one word is on our minds: Walkers.
Sorry about the cliffhanger, but i had to do it :D I'll have the next one up ASAP! Positive reviews are appreciated! :D Thanks for reading