Hey everyone! Sorry i didn't update in quite a few days! Boyfriend drama, family drama, my job kicking my ass, and schoolwork is a bitch. I wonder how people actually have time to do stuff. i know no excuses ! but still i actually had this chapter written for days and i just haven't been on MY laptop. Even for my project i have been in the library. So here is my Friday gift to you! it's looking like every friday i'll be updating. Just because i only have one class these days. at my job (Kmart wooo) my job i work Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and some Sundays. God i hate being a grown-up. :/
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Daryl and Jenna sat in the truck in complete silence. Nothing but the hum of the truck could be heard before Jenna asked, "Do you think he'll be there?"
Daryl shrugged. "Hope so, if not he knows how to take care of himself."
Jenna looked over at him in disbelief. "You're kidding right? He cannot take care of himself. Sure he knows how to shoot a gun, but he does not function properly without drugs. This is the worst possible time he could be going through withdrawal having a seizure somewhere!" She ranted.
Daryl smirked at her before looking at the road again. "He'll be fine. If anyone can find drugs, in the apocalypse, it's Merle. As for taken care of himself shootin' a gun is all we need to know anymore."
Jenna just sighed and looked out the window. "Be careful with him." Daryl told her quietly. She looked over at him, and her blue eyes were narrowed at him. "He's wild, don't know how to treat women." He told her.
Jenna rolled her eyes at Daryl. "I get that, I do. But he's being decent to me. He never forces himself on me, sure I have to be forceful when I say no but he does stop when I tell him to." She told him quietly.
Daryl just shrugged, he gave this girl fair warning if she didn't want to take his advice then that was her problem.
Meanwhile back at camp Breanna was bored out of her mind. Jacqui tried to talk to her and Breanna didn't want to seem rude but Breanna didn't want to talk. She was too busy worrying about Daryl and Jenna, and okay maybe a little about Merle. But only because Daryl would be really mad if he couldn't find him and Jenna would be really sad about not finding him.
She stayed in her tent for the better part of the day but she came out when Amy came into her tent. "Hey so I know you don't really want to talk but Jenna and Daryl would kill me if you didn't eat. And I'm not so sure I'll be able to save you a plate from the hungry, alive, people out there." Amy told her smiling slightly.
Breanna nodded and got up and left the gun in the tent. She had been touching it for hours and kept replaying how she said goodbye to Daryl. She had no idea how he would react when he came back. He seemed okay with her doing it but what happens if Merle didn't come back. Would he be different.
She sighed as she sat around the campfire everybody was talking quietly and eating. Breanna picked at the rice and meat on her plate. But then Amy got up and Andrea immediately quit the conversation she was having with Carol and asked her, "Where are you going?"
Amy blushed slightly. "I'm going to pee. Jeez you try to be discreet around here..." She said as she walked away leaving everyone laughing slightly at her answer. Nobody here had that much privacy anymore...
Just then a deafening scream came from the woods as Amy ran out and walkers were following her.
Breanna got up and she was almost frozen. She didn't know what to do. Her gun! The gun Daryl gave her! She could use that. She ran to her tent screeching whenever she would see a walker starting to follow her. She ran in and frantically picked up the gun and shot the first walked that was about to come into the tent, and she shot another that seem drawn by the attention.
She heard screams and then more guns going off, she heard Jenna yelling to somebody and Breanna sat down on her sleeping bag. She tried her best not to cry. After all they were all ready dead. She didn't do anything wrong, she was just protecting herself. But then why did she feel so guilty?
She heard two voices calling her name and she scrambled to sit up and she ran outside and ran right into two arms. They immediately came around her and shushed her soothingly while stroking her hair.
"It's alright, are you hurt?" Jenna asked Breanna quietly.
Daryl came over and saw Jenna hugging Breanna. "She okay?" He asked quietly.
Jenna just nodded and whispered something he couldn't hear in her ear, Breanna looked over to him and went into his arms and wrapped her tiny arms around his waist. His arms were just dangling before he saw the look Jenna threw him. He rolled his eyes but dropped his crossbow to the ground and wrapped his arms around her.
He threw Jenna a 'get out of here' look and she smirked and walked away.
Daryl looked at the tiny red-head in his arms shaking. He lead her over to his truck away from and prying eyes, and farther away from where Amy lay dead and Andrea crying over her.
"You been bit?" He asked her, when he felt her shake her head he looked down at her head, snuggled into his chest, before asking, "Then what the hell's wrong with ya?"
Breanna sighed before lifting her head and got lost in those beautiful blue eyes. She could tell he hadn't really held girls before, because he was tense. "I don't like killing those things." She told him quietly.
He snorted. "Darlin, you best get used to killing those things. That's part of this, well whatever you can call this shitwhole, is." Daryl told her, completely ignoring the fact he called her 'Darlin' while she on the other hand was inside jumping for joy. He gave her a pet name!
She smiled slightly, forgetting about the walkers and horrors of the day. "You called me Darlin." Breanna told him in a dreamy voice.
Daryl's eyes widened slightly, he didn't realize he called her that. But hell if that's what made her feel better about today he'll call her 'Darlin' all day long. He nodded. "Guess I did."
She was so giddy. She leaned up and put her lips to his. It was a different kiss then before. She teased his lips with her tongue before he, hesitantly, granted her access to his mouth. She smiled slightly slowly twining her tongue with his. His kiss was...new to her. She was used to fast and hungry kisses. This was slow and gentle. Like he didn't want to break her.
He pulled away first. She looked up at him and smiled her green eyes sparkled. "Oh!" She said as she remember something. "Did you find Merle, is he okay?" She asked him quietly hoping to God her question didn't upset him and he didn't move his arms that were resting on her waist.
Daryl frowned and took one of his arms back and went into his pocket. "No we didn't find Merle but we found this." He told her giving her a yellow piece of paper.
Daryl I wasn't no pussy got out off the roof. Tell that asswipe Rick I see him again I'll kill him same for the nigger. Don't know where I'm going but aint staying here.
It was coated with dried blood. "So he's alive." She said quietly with a small smile on her face.
He nodded and took the note back and put it in his pocket and took back his other arm around her waist causing her to frown slightly. "Yeah, now I know he's alive he'll be fine. Maybe it's better if he don't come back here. Won't cause any problem with em assholes in camp." He told her, ending bitterly. "Stay here."
Daryl walked over to get his crossbow and saw Jenna helping clean up the mess. He walked over to her. "Get in the tent, I'll help clean them sons a bitches. You go get some rest, Breanna's pretty shaken up. So she'll want you in there with her tonight." He told her.
She shook her head. "Fine I'll go in my tent, but I really think you should let her stay with you for the night." She told him, and when he opened his mouth to protest she said, "No I know her better than you do. Yeah she knows me better, but you make her feel safer."
He grunted and walked off to his truck where Breanna was still waiting, in her dirty gray sweat pants, and a males' black t-shirt he narrowed his eyes at that. Whose shirt is that? He thought bitterly walking over to her just noticing it now.
Breanna smiled up at him as he came over to her, completely unaware of his change in mood. He was in front of her and she put her arms around his neck. He tensed at the action and winced when she started playing with his hair. "What's wrong?" She asked concerned.
He stepped out of her reach and she frowned a little confused. Daryl was pissed, not at Breanna. But at his past, here was this beautiful woman who wanted him, and he couldn't even have her because of his stupid fuckin' issues. But he just shook his head. "You sleepin with me tonight, or Jenna?" He asked her staring down at her.
She giggled up at him. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?"
He sighed, frustrated she was making this difficult for him. "Listen, I just figured you'd be scared shitless of those walkers and still upset you had to kill some. But if you'd rather sleep with Jenna in your tent, no protesting from me." He told her harsher than he had meant to. It wasn't his fault though, when he fought, he fought for blood. Old habits die hard.
She looked down a little sad. "I'll stay with Jenna tonight." She told him softly. God, why did she constantly have to put him in a mood! When did she learn to just shut her mouth? No! She stopped herself with those thoughts. This was his fault.
He nodded, a little disappointed about that. But said nothing just watched her walk away from him, walking to her tent. His heart constricted a little when she would look to her sides and look at the bodies or when she heard Andrew crying loudly or Amy's dead body. Her shoulders were lightly shaking.
And before he even had a thought to go after her, she was already inside her tent.