Keep Singing, Songbird
Chapter Thirteen:
Oh Shit!
Shock littered her features at his admission.
He wanted her-
He wanted her-
He wanted her LOVE?
She would have been expecting him to just say he wanted her before she would ever believe he would let himself be led into the unknown, possibly burning himself in the process. It took true courage for a man to forwardly say that they wished for a woman to love them.
Her head was reeling, confusion pooling through her, drowning her in its depths. She didn't understand. She knew how she felt about him, and even wandered so far as to hoping he could return her feelings, but she never expected it to truly happen, let alone so shockingly, beautifully honest.
The pure, bare way his words eased from his lips, the armor-less, unwavering purity lurking in those blue orbs was the most striking thing Beth ever had the opportunity to witness, and that was really saying something because it was coming from a girl who was given the ability to recount her life with her deceased father.
This Daryl Dixon surely was a site for sore eyes.
Her stormy, hurricane kissed eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, drinking in the want decorating his face. She gripped his shirt collar in her left hand and forcefully pulled him to her, shocking both of them with the amount of strength in her small hands. It was time for her to lay all her cards on the table for him, dropping this gambling act. It was time to get their shit together, once and for all. She was done living her timid life. It was too short, too precious to squander.
Her lips slammed into his, and she immediately fought him for control, prodding and probing at his lips, coaxing him desperately to open them for her. Her pleas were rapidly answered with just as much desperation from him, fighting to make his stance for his dominance known.
With teeth and tongues clashing, they didn't manage to hear the commotion emanating from outside the hospital room, oddly enough. They were too focused on another, on calming their rapid breathing, on just basking in this moment together.
Daryl suddenly pulled away, leaving Beth pouting and wanting to reconnect with him, but she understood. He was doing it for her health, not wanting to deprive her brain of oxygen. He didn't want to tempt her with his hot breath slapping against her lips, beckoning her near.
And after seeing the concern in his eyes, she was ready.
She didn't know when they would get this chance again, and that's what urged Beth to speak.
"Daryl Dixon, if you want my love, you can have it. You can have every last damn piece!" She gripped him to her, burying her head into his chest, latching onto him for dear life. "I love you, Daryl. I love you so damn much!" Stray tears began dampening his shirt, and he softly wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely in his arms.
Nothing could ruin the happiness and contentment he felt by finally having his precious angel at home in his arms.
"Elizabeth Greene, I l-"
But he was effectively cut off. The door to Beth's hospital room was flung open, yells and screams flooding in from the hallway. Quickly, Daryl snapped to attention, eyes locking on Rick's from across them room. Daryl immediately fell from his trance, pulling away from Beth who looked horrified, standing up to assess the situation.
Rick was panting from exertion. "Someone *pant* opened the doors *pant* downstairs *pant* SHIT!" he cocked his revolver and aimed down the hall, unleashing his fury on one of those sick bastards.
"Maggie!" Glenn's yell could be heard from inside their hospital room.
Beth could feel her heartbeat quickening. "I'm okay, I'm okay! He missed me!"
How did they not hear all this happening? How the hell did Daryl miss this? He was a hunter, damn it!
"We gotta go!"
Suddenly, as if that triggered a reaction in him, Rick tossed Daryl a gun as Michonne rounded the corner, helping Rick take out stray walkers. "Take Beth and get to the staircase on the west side and head down to the entrance! We'll cover ya from here!" And with that, Daryl set to work unhooking all the machines Beth was hooked to.
"Okay, Darlin'. I'm gonna need ya to hold my crossbow for me, okay?" He asked, unhooking the last machine from Beth's arm. She nodded quickly as Daryl reached to the floor next to the bed, grabbing his bow and Beth's shoes, quickly handing the items to Beth.
"Ya can put those on when we get outside, but for now, we gotta get outta here!" And with that, he scooped Beth up into his arms and began sprinting, throwing the door open and entering the abyss of hell.
"Holy shit! How the fuck did so many of these bastards get in here?!" Daryl yelled, being drowned out by the gunfire echoing behind them.
He could only pray that Rick and Michonne would soon be following out behind them.