Tension
ReedusLover3
* Sorry if the Andrea shooting Daryl part was off.. I was trying to work about the horse thing and I couldn't think of anything. *
I sat outside the room Daryl was in, I knew he must have been awake since his pain filled grunts and indifferent answers were heard. I felt some tears slip down my cheeks and fall onto my stained hands, stinging them even more. I was just happy Daryl wasn't dead from that shot.
"Elizabeth?" I heard Lori ask, and saw her kneel down in front of me. "Your hands?" She questioned and gently took them in her soft ones. "Oh.. Come on, we need to get these cleaned up." She stood and helped me up.
"I need to stay, to see if Daryl-" I tried to protest.
"He'll be fine." Lori drug me towards the kitchen where Patricia helped Carol chop food. "Patricia?" The older blonde woman turned around and gave a light smile.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Can you help clean up her hands?" Lori pointed at me.
"Of course, follow me to the bathroom please." We all walked to the bathroom where Shane had tried to rape me, and I sat on the toilet holding my hands out. "Let's take a look." Patricia peered at my palms and gave a tiny gasp at them. "Oh dear, that looks painful. Well, we could-"
"Pour alcohol on it." I told her.
"What?"
"Pour some whiskey or something on it."
"I don't think-"
"Do it." I demanded and Patricia quickly left and returned with a small bottle of whiskey.
"This is going to burn."
"I know." I shut my eyes and held my hands over the sink, waiting for her to pour it. When she did, my hands felt on fire and I screamed loudly.
"Fuck!" I shouted and earned a deadly glare from Lori because Carl was outside the room. "Sorry.. that stung like a bitch." I gave a small laugh, and Patricia put my hands under cold water to get the alcohol off after she let it sit for a few minutes.
"Alright, we'll just wrap them up and change the bandages every day." I nodded at her words, watching her prepare to wrap my hands. I leaned back on the toilet and let Patricia do her work on my stinging hands. When she was done, I stood up and looked at Lori and Carol.
"Sorry I can't help with dinner." I muttered, feeling bad since Carol had asked Lori and I to help ealier this morning.
"I'd rather let you heal then have you work." Carol smiled slightly. "Relax, go see Daryl." She winked and I gave a small blush. I walked down the hallway with Lori to see Rick and Shane leaving the room.
"He'll be alright." Rick told us both.
"I hate to say it, but Hershel's right." Shane began. "Can't keep going out there, not after this."
"You'd quit now?" Rick asked. "Daryl just risked his life to bring back the first hard evidence we've had." I coughed slightly but both men didn't awknowledge me.
"The way I see it, Daryl almost died today for a doll."
"Yeah, I know how you see it." Rick spat, and I coughed louder. "What, Elizabeth?" Rick asked annoyed and I backed up a step. What happened to the nice leader Rick?
"Fuck you all, I risked my life too. Not just Daryl, I saved his life." I hissed. "If I didn't run all the way back to the farm and gotten some rope and a horse, Daryl would have died. You all think that women can't do anything, well screw you all. I do just as much as Daryl does."
"Elizabeth-" Rick began, obviously not enjoying my speel on how I looked for Sophia too.
"No, Rick, don't even speak." I snarled and pushed past him towards Daryl's door. "And you," I shoved a finger into Shane's chest, "Daryl found something you could of never found even if you tried. We have a lead to finding that little girl, what have you found to help her?" Shane looked like he was about to snap, a vein pulsed in his forhead.
"Listen here, you have no right to yell at us." Shane told me and I scoffed.
"I see how it is. If Shane or Rick don't like what someone else has to say they are immediately reprimanded." Shane grabbed my arm in a viselike grip and I panicked.
"No.." I shouted and Rick rushed forward and shoved Shane into the wall. Lori pulled me away from the men.
"You touch her again, and I will shoot you, Shane." Rick hissed to his bestfriend. "We talked about this," his words were quiet, "you are not allowed to even touch her."
"She is a-" Shane was about to spew out a colorful speech about me but Lori glared at him.
"Shane, be quiet." Lori told him. "Rick said you can't touch her, not after what you did to her."
"You k-know?" Shane gulped.
"She told me, thanks for mentioning it to me, Rick." Lori said, with an edge to her voice.
"That was suppose to be a secret, Elizabeth." Rick looked at me, still holding his friend back.
"I needed to tell a woman, I can't have just men to talk to." I said.
"You bitch! You're turning everyone against me!" Shane ground out and tried to make a move towards me.
"You brough that upon yourself!"
"Oh, you'll have something coming onto you too when the time comes." Shane's threat sent shivers up my spine and Rick pushed Shane further into the wall.
"Shane.." Rick warned. No one could say anything else because Hershel walked out of Daryl's room.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Hershel complained. "No fighting on my property, I don't need blood spilled on my soil." Everyone nodded and Hershel looked at me. "He's asking for you, more like demanding I drag you into his room." I nodded and gave Shane and Rick one last look before entering Daryl's room. I made my way to his bed and sat on the edge, facing the door.
"What happened?" Daryl demanded to know.
"Nothing, just a midunderstanding." I told him.
"Misunderstanding my ass. Tell me what happened, I heard you're shouting." He paused, "I heard you loud and clear, everything." I sighed.
"Great, you probably think i'm a psycho bitch." I mumbled.
"No, I think you are brave for standing up to Rick.. and Shane. You're stupid, but brave. No woman has ever told off them, not even Lori."
"Really?" I turned to look at him. He was shirtless and covered with a thin sheet, he had bandages around his head and ribs from his wounds.
"Did he grab you?" Daryl asked, changing the subject.
"What?"
"Shane, did he touch you, Elizabeth?"
"He took my arm but Rick slammed him into the wall and yelled at him." I paused. "Shane threatened me."
"He did what?!" Daryl shouted. "That son of a bitch, i'll kill him."
"Daryl, it's what is expected from him. He thinks I am making everyone turn against him because he tried to rape me."
"Still, I should have killed him awhile ago. The first time he tired."
"Daryl-"
"Come here." I slid over and his hand gripped my thigh that was closest to him. He began rubbing up and down my thigh, making me tremble in pleasure.
"S-stop.."
"Stop what?" He asked nonchalantly and I gritted my teeth. He smirked at my reaction. "Oh this?" He stopped the movement of his hand and I nodded. "Too bad." He began the movement again and I groaned out loud, more from pleasure but some from annoyance. "You're hands fine?" He asked.
"Yeah, stung like a bitch when alcohol was poured on it." I nodded. "Overall it was alright, gotta change the bandages every day though."
"Can I ask you a question?" Daryl asked me and I nodded. "About the other night, when you were injured from Shane."
"When you kissed me?"
"Yeah, about that.. It was spur of the moment sorta thing." My heart dropped and he saw my expression. "I mean, I liked it, I wasn't sure if you liked it though." I let a sigh of relief.
"I did."
"Thank the lord.. I thought you were disgusted by it."
"No, why would I be?"
"Well it's just that I'm-" The door opened and we were cut off by Carol standing in the doorway.
"Oh, i'm sorry! I was just coming to tell Elizabeth that dinner is ready." I nodded and looked at Daryl.
"Can we finish this later?" I asked and he nodded quickly. Standing up, I joined Carol at the doorway and we walked to the dining room together. They had kept a spot open for me at the main table, which I was grateful for. Shane was all the way at the other end so I didn't need to worry about him, Rick was next to me though and I felt a tension between us. I saw Lori giving me a tiny, encouraging smile and I felt relieved that she wasn't angry at me at all. The table was quiet except for the sound of forks hitting plates.
"Does anyone know how to play guitar?" Glenn broke the silence, turning to look at us from the smaller table where Maggie, Jimmy, Beth and him sat. Everyone stopped eating and Hershel looked over at Glenn with a slight look of disapproval. "Dale found a cool one. Somebody has to know how to play."
"Otis did." Patricia whispered and I saw Shane look at his plate quickly.
"Yes, and he was very good too." Hershel said quickly, everyone got silent again.
"I do.." I said quietly and everyone stared at me, I gulped. "I can, uhm, play some songs later tonight if that's what ya'll like?"
"That sounds nice, Elizabeth." Carol told me and I saw Patricia look at me kindly.
"I would love to hear you play." I nodded and then kept eating, hoping that I broke some of the tension away from the group. I noticed Hershel and Dale looking at Glenn and Maggie and I immediately knew why. They had a thing going on, a relationship that obviously Hershel did not approve of. When dinner was done and the dishes were cleared, a group of people made their way to the living room and sat around me. I couldn't play because of my hands, so I show someone the cords to play which were easy. Once the person got the cords down, I began to sing the song "Black is the Colour", and old Irish song.
"But Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one. " I stopped singing after the first few verses since it was a slow song. When the guitar finished the last cords, the whole group looked at me in awe and then clapped quietly. I thanked them and the person who played the guitar.
"That was very good singing, bad you couldn't play." I heard Patricia say and I nodded lightly before making my way to Daryl's room. I heard people dispersing in the living room, and some people clanking unwashed dishes in the sink. Peace and quiet. Daryl was dozing when I entered his room, he jolted slightly when he heard me enter.
"It's just me." I muttered and laid on the bed next to him on his good side. "Did you enjoy your food?" I asked.
"It was alright." He muttered and I flipped the switch for the light off.
"Mind if I sleep here too?" I asked, and I saw Daryl nod his head. I was in jeans still but I delt with it, considering it would be awkward to sleep in my underwear with Daryl in the room. I slipped into the bed with him and his good arm wrapped under my neck and his leg spooned mine. "Night Daryl." I whispered.
"Night, Beth." He mumbled and soon, he was asleep. I couldn't help but think what was to come these next few days. Would we find Sophia? Would Shane retaliate against me? And more importantly, would Daryl be healed to go looking again?