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"Holy fuck they're everywhere, run dammit run!" Emma yelled practically dragging Daryl. He held his side not remembering how he injured himself. He looked around seeing walkers taking over the farm. He heard screams of horror and death as he saw Lori, Glenn, and Carol being torn apart by walkers digging into their flesh. He tripped over a large object collapsing to the ground. He squinted trying to see in the midnight only to find Amy's dead body ripped into two. How the hell had this all happened? And why couldn't he remember anything? Emma pulled him up shooting a walker Beth in the skull.
"Shit, everyone's dying!" Emma yelled pulling Daryl once again. Andrea fell to the ground as walkers surrounded her. She yelled for help as a walker sunk its teeth into her neck. The RV was racing towards the duo as Emma flagged it down. The vehicle pulled to a stop directly in front of them. Emma threw the door open reveling Dale as the driver. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Hershel as a walker tearing into the old man'a arm. Emma shot both of them tears streaming down her face.
"Maggie and Carl were in a car but, wait, there they are!" Emma pointed towards the silver car. Daryl watched as it drove off into the distance quickly becoming nothing. Why was Maggie taking Carl? Where was Rick? He turned to look to Emma for answers.
"Daryl, I love you." Emma whispered holding his face. She leaned in kissing him only it didn't feel real. She broke apart from him taking steps backwards. Out of nowhere Rick bit down onto Emma's throat. Her finally screams scarred his mind.
Daryl jolted up feeling himself drenched in sweat. The nightmares rushed through his mind taunting him. He looked to his left seeing Emma sound asleep in the bed with him. Everything in the dream felt so real. He should have known it was a dream since he knew where everyone in the group was. But Emma's screams, they sounded so lifelike. His fear was the only thing was wasn't made up. Seeing Emma die did something to him. He felt something twist and break inside of himself. A shake of the head wasn't enough but he managed to lie back down. His shirt was sticking to his back making laying down uncomfortable. He sat back up and quietly slid it off his body. Emma took notice of this movement as it woke her up. She kept her eyes close not wanting to make Daryl feel awkward. She kept her breathes steady to make sleeping seem believable. She kept his presence as he rolled onto his side his breathing barely reaching her. He grabbed onto her hand bringing it to his mouth as he kissed the side of it. She slowly opened her eyes acting as if she had just awoke.
"Hey, you okay?" She mumbled concerned. Daryl seemed frightened by something.
"Ya ain't gonna die on me, hear me?" He spoke almost harshly. His look into his eyes almost piercing. She nodded her head in response.
"I'm gonna protect ya. Nothing is gonna happen to ya, got it?" He practically demanded. Emma pushed herself into a sitting position.
"Where is this coming from?" She asked placing her hand on his shoulder. He hesitated differing whether to tell her or not. She knew he wasn't one to express emotions or fears, but he wanted her to know.
"Nowhere, just a bad dream is all. Dreamt you died cause of me." He whispered feeling himself become uncomfortable. Emma felt pity and reassurance from his statement. Him being so scared, if this could be considered scared, proved he truly did care about Emma. She knew he did but this confession was just the icing on top. She leant forward kissing Daryl's on the lips. The kiss was light and quick but the tension in Daryl's shoulders loosened. She offered a tiny smile holding Daryl's face in her hands as she pressed her forehead against his.
"Daryl Dixon, I'm not dying anytime soon. We've survived this long, might as well live till the end of this." She assured him widening her smile.
"It ain't that easy Em, those things pop up outta nowhere." Daryl replied feeling the warmth of her forehead on his.
"Did she you call me Em?" She teased leaning back. She gave him a seductive look causing him to blush.
"Just wanted to get my point across." He mumbled looking down.
"Oh, Daryl Dixon calling Em and shirtless in a bed with me. My oh my, what do we have here?" She spoke smoothing her find down his chest. All tension spiked up along his body as she stopped at his waist.
"It's rather quite scandalous." She told leaning towards him. Her mouth was next to his ear. Daryl could feel her breath grazing past.
"I like scandals." She whispered in voice that stirred something inside of him. She pulled herself back coming face to face with him. The emotion swirled making him want Emma. Their mouths collided together. He ran his hands through her hair. He wanted more then usual. She broke away only to straddle him sitting on top of his crotch. He slid his arms up her hips and to her neck holding her. Daryl had never felt like this before with anyone. This carving was something new to him. He wasn't a virgin and had enough sex to be experienced. However, he had never been in love to make love. Everything was just causal sex when he and his girl drunk about one too many. That would be the only way for people to see him exposed. Showing skin that wasn't arms or legs or the usual seen skin wasn't his thing. He usually found himself insecure. But being with Emma, he felt them still but times came where they just vanished. Emma lifted her shirt over her head showing off her red laced bra. Daryl took in the sight of her. He felt a rush throughout his entire being. He pulled her back down on top of his chest crashing his lips to hers once again. They rolled over having Daryl on top on her. His lips brushed along her jawline as he heard a slight sigh from Emma.
"Daryl-" She tried as she felt herself getting too into what was happening. He kissed down her neck lingering in her scent of vanilla. She pulled him back up placing her finger to his lips.
"Daryl, I want to, I really do. But, not in Hershel's house where everyone can hear us. I wouldn't care, but there's Beth and that fucking asshole who tried to kill us." Emma spoke a thought suddenly coming to mind. Jim sent Jimmy after the duo. Daryl let out a sigh a air clearly disappointed in her conclusion. He looked down at her noticing her scar. His lips traced the forever seen wound.
"You were always so distant, even when I first met you. Why did you decided to let even near your barriers?" Emma asked as Daryl positioned himself leaning on his elbow next to her. She decided against the Jimmy issue for the time being. She didn't want to ruin on of the rare moments she had like this with Daryl. He scratched at the back of his head processing what to say. To be honest, he didn't know why or even how we let Emma get close to him. He still remembered how he hated her for the first few hours they had known each other. After knocking him down and damn near killing him, he wasn't fond of her. Hell, he had even thought of spitting in her face. He told her all of this watching her give off a deal genuine laugh.
"That first night after getting drunk with Dr. Jenner, you opened up about yourself. I saw you went through hell and a part of me just wanted to protect ya. I ain't the soft type, you damn well know that. I, uh, also found you attractive." He mumbled the last part feeling embarrassed. That part was true but he hadn't meant to blurt it out.
"I feel honored, Daryl Dixon finding me attractive. Hmm, well your lucky I found you so handsome. I had to take a second look at you before shooting you. I guess your good looks saved your life mister Dixon." Emma replied pointing at his elbow.
"Emma Townsdale finding me handsome. I ain't even gonna start, wouldn't know what to do with that fact." He teased back earning a smile.
"What, no one ever called you handsome? I find that hard to believe."
"No women have, had to for the five dollars an hour." He couldn't help himself from laughing as Emma's mouth dropped. "I'm just fucking with you." He added remembering how Emma had said the same when she awoke from being shot.
"You fucking dick!" She joked punching his arm.
"No one ever called me handsome." He answered. He looked down feeling his insecurities kick back in. Dammit, why did he feel like this? His chin was lifted by Emma meeting her eyes.
"Hey, stop downing yourself. I like everything about you. The way you feel insecure about certain subjects, the way you feel the need to protect, how you won't stop searching for Sophia, even your temper. The kisses are just an added bonus." Emma said not once breaking her eye contact with him. He formed a small smile as he leaned in for a kiss. The moment lasted a few minutes making everything seem at peace.
Emma woke up to Daryl watching over her. She stretched her arms up feeling relaxed. Jimmy came to mind again and she knew she had to tell him.
"Hey Daryl I-" She was immediately cut off as the door creaked opened. She turned her head seeing Rick at the door. He took notice of the lack of clothing between the two.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything. Emma, when you have time can I talk to you?" He asked. Emma saw the act, he was worried about something. She had been meaning to have a personal and real conversation with him about Morgan and Duane. The two had basically avoided the topics. Rick was a good friend and she knew she would risk her life for him. She already did once, and she would do it again. Only, was that still true? The thought of leaving Daryl...
"Yeah, I'll meet you on the porch in five." She replied smiling at him. He nodded his head as a suggestion of agreement and goodbye before shutting the bedroom door. She rolled back over facing Daryl. He looked disappointed that she was needed already even though they had spent the night together.
"Daryl, last night was the best time I've had in the longest time. Let me just check out what Rick has to say then I promise I'll meet up with you." She told him. He nodded looking past her and to the door. He caught sight of her grin before she leaned in to kiss him quickly. She threw the covers off of the two standing up on the bed.
"Turn that frown around Daryl Dixon!" She exclaimed jumping on the bed. He felt himself bouncing and couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed at her waist bringing her down on top of her. She squealed breaking out into laughter. Emma's mouth was inches away from his, her brown hair forming a dorm blocking out most of the sunlight.
"I thought about everything from life to puppies after our conversation late last night." Her lips brushed against his as she spoke. After Emma insisted they wait to have sex they spent an amazing hour or two laying in bed talking and kissing. He smirked at the recent memory feeling warmth overcome him. "It had me thinking," Emma continued. "I want more moments like this. These moments of peace, romance, and feeling like myself. I want more moments like those with you." She smiled realizing everything she said was coming truthfully from the heart. Daryl leaned back in kissing her lightly.
"Hurry back, don't want ya missing out on good times." He replied sliding out of Emma's grasp.
After the minutes of saying goodbye to Daryl, Emma met up with Rick on the Greene household porch.
"Hey sheriff, everything alright?" She asked as she joined her friend. She placed her elbowed on the porch railing mimicking his posture. He turned his head facing her not hiding any emotion.
"I wanted to talk everything out with you. I wanna talk about Duane, Morgan, the incident in the barn, everything." Rick told her taking a seat on the porch steps. Emma joined him sighing. She felt like her and Rick had hardly talked since Morgan's death. In fact, she couldn't recall even mourning over the death of Morgan with Rick.
"Morgan, he was a good guy." Rick started. "He took us both in when we needed someone. Seeing his son, Duane, brought me hope that Carl and Lori would be alive. I never did thank you, for anything." He planted his hand on her shoulder smiling. "I'm such an asshole for never thanking you. You helped me when I left the hospital and stuck by me to Atlanta. You didn't have anyone but you still chose to be my companion. Then I had to go and do whatever the hell I wanted by chasing after that chopper. I nearly killed both of us and when you left the tank I felt relieved knowing that I was alive. I feel like shit saying that. I found my wife and son and that's when the guilt starting stirring around inside of me. I blamed myself everyday and made damn sure that everyone knew your story. It wasn't much, but I helped me heal. Then we found you and I can't even begin to say how glad I was you were alive. Morgan, I'm glad you two took care of each other. I know there wasn't a connection between you two but having someone watch your back, it's nice. That's how I felt when I met you at least. Duane, he was one hell of a kid. Tougher then he looked, trust me I know. That shovel knocked me flat on my ass. Seeing him, as one of those monsters. It made me realize how much I take for granted. I heard about your fight with the group. Everyone that's apart of the little rebel group isn't being talked to by anyone. It's strange, almost like being stabbed in the back. I always thought Shane was my best friend, but when the world changed that vanished. This talk made me realize you're what I could consider a best friend, Emma. And I need to be honest with you." He looked away leaning back against the step. He took a deep breathe and turned his attention to the once walker infested barn. Emma took this time for him to gather his thoughts to reflect on everything he had said. Rick was her best friend along with Jacqui. She wasn't angry even with Rick's relief about thinking Emma distracted the walkers. She probably would have felt the same, though she knew that was a lie. She had nothing to live for back then besides herself. Now she needed to live for Daryl, Rick, Jacqui, everyone in this group. Even the fuck face named Shane. Shane had been a decent friend if she though about it but even just thinking it seemed like she wasn't being honest with herself. She didn't blame anyone for not wanting to talk to Shane's misfit group. Andrea, that one seemed the most suprising to Emma. No, scratch that, Carl was the most shocking. He would leave his parents for Shane. Most people went searching for their parents when this outbreak first started. He had his mother throughout all of this and then was reunited with his supposedly dead father afterwords.
"I knew about the walkers in the barn." Rick practically coughed out. Emma snapped her attention back to him. She couldn't have heard him right. Her thoughts must be messing with her hearing, or something.
"I helped Hershel put some in the other day without anyone finding out. You're the only one that knows." Rick spoke again most likely seeing Emma's confused. She looked down at her hands that were intertwined together. Rick of all people knew the how dangerous walkers are.
"You should have told us." Emma stated not looking at him.
"I know, but I didn't want to worry everyone. People are settling in, this place is the best were gonna do and I don't want that ruined." Rick replied.
"Rick, I almost died again. Do you not realize that? I could have avoided fearing for my life if you would have told me about the barn. Daryl almost died too, and Jimmy would have died if one of us did." Emma spit out looking back towards the field.
"Good morning guys." A voice said from behind them. Emma turned around seeing Beth.
"Hey Beth, how you doing?" Emma asked giving a smile.
"Better, daddy's back so I guess that's good. But, can I confess something to you both?" She asked looking down.
"Uh, sure Beth. What's bothering you?" Rick replied.
She look around making sure no one was around.
"I think Jimmy did something to Otis. And if he did I can't live with myself. I told Jimmy that I needed him to come back and that he needs to do whatever he had to for that to happen. If he did something to Otis, then it's all my fault." Beth cried. Emma was speechless. She hadn't really thought he had done something to Otis. Everything was getting so fucked up. When Emma or Rick had not replied Beth ran back into the house.
"We need to start building trust again if we all want to live." Rick finally said. Emma nodded in agreement knowing it was the truth. But she knew she would never trust Jimmy.