A/N: Be warned, this chapter is long and full of a lot of emotion. Not gonna lie.
Chapter 51
Hours later, after they voted, after they packed, Melissa sat alone in the darkness on the steps of the front porch. The others had gone to bed a few hours before, but she had stayed awake so she wouldn't be groggy for her turn on watch. Despite her new role as Judith's main caretaker, one thing she wasn't going to give up on was her watch duty. She figured if everyone else had to do it so should she and if a few hours here and there meant someone else got a few more hours of sleep at night then she knew she couldn't deny them that. Truth was she always kind of liked watch duty anyway.
As she sat alone she shivered slightly and pulled her unbuttoned jacket around her torso, leaning forward to keep herself warmer. The nights had been cool lately, but this one felt colder. As a small gust of wind blew in her direction she could feel it. Hell, she could practically smell it. It was officially fall and winter wouldn't be far behind. Maybe Daryl had been right. Maybe it wasn't a good time to travel from place to place, looking for a new home. But the way she saw it winter would be tough whether they stayed or went. And as much as she loved Hershel's farm she knew they wouldn't be safe there forever, even if they had decided to come back.
She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly away as another cool gust of wind blew loose strands of her hair around her face. As the wind died she sighed to herself and took another look around. The moon that night was mostly full and the eeriest color of yellow she'd seen. When the wind wasn't blowing everything was unharmoniously quiet and still. It was strange how silent true quiet could be. She was from a smaller southern town and as a result she thought she knew what quiet nights were, but on nights like this she knew she had been wrong. Real quiet, the kind when there is a genuine absence of sound (no people, no cars, no animals, nothing) could be so loud it almost made her feel the need to cover her ears. And in between the gusts of wind, when the silence reached its peak, she found herself softly clearing her throat or adjusting her position on her step as if to check to make sure she hadn't suddenly gone deaf. She could have been slightly spooked by the eerie yellow glow, the darkness that covered parts of the property that weren't lit up by the moon, and the absence of sound in between the gusts of wind, but the truth was things like that didn't really bother her much anymore. There were real things out there to be afraid of now.
The screen door behind her creaked, making a much louder sound than it seemed to during the day, and she turned her head, resting her chin on her shoulder, as she watched Daryl step outside to take over. Her watch was up. She felt a warm sensation spread through her chest at the sight of him. She had always liked it when their shifts were back to back. Often, especially as of late, it was the only time they spent together alone. And while nothing ever happened aside from a few moments of sitting next to one another and brief chit chat about what was seen or unseen, she loved it.
He quietly walked up to her, sitting next to her on the steps of the porch instead of in one of the nearby porch chairs and she looked down, trying to conceal the grin that threatened to spread across her face. His shoulder touched hers and she leaned into him, knowing without question that it was okay for her to do that now, and she instantly felt warmer on her right side.
"Hey," he said gently.
"Hey," she replied, looking ahead.
"Still mad?"
Melissa turned to meet his eyes, feeling her eyebrows come together in confusion. "What makes you think I'm mad?"
Daryl shrugged. "I argued with you."
Melissa paused, considering his words. She briefly thought back to the conversation in Hershel's living room, trying to pinpoint anything she might have said or done to make him mistakenly believe she was angry with him. Even though the discussion got a little heated, even though the two of them went at it for a moment, she never felt mad at him. It wasn't as though anything he had to say was wrong. If anything, she wanted to applaud him for being able to express himself and make a valid point without adding insults or pacing around, looking like he wanted to punch the wall. She smiled gently once again at the notion of how far he'd come since she'd met him. "You think just because you didn't see things my way I'd be mad at you?"
Daryl smiled back, barely, and then looked at his feet.
"That's not how this works," Melissa said, gently nudging his shoulder with hers. "We're a team. We're different people and we're going to have different opinions sometimes, but we're still a team."
Daryl met her eyes, wondering if she meant the two of them or everyone. He didn't ask. For now, he decided to give himself permission to believe whatever he wanted to believe. He nodded, taking a breath and Melissa looked again around the property.
"I found something on a run the other day," Daryl uttered suddenly after a brief silence. Melissa looked back at him to see he was digging in the front pocket of his jeans. "It's not the one you lost, but..." he trailed off, unsure how to finish his sentence.
Her stomach dropped as he held his hand out to her and opened his fist, revealing its contents. The first thing she saw was the silver chain. At the end of the chain, hanging off his hand was a silver heart.
No he didn't, she thought, feeling her mouth open slightly.
She reached underneath and touched the heart to stop it from swinging gently back and forth so she could take a closer look and Daryl let the necklace slip all the way into her hand. As she looked closer she noticed that the heart was covered in etching that looked like feathers, resembling angel wings and she couldn't help but make the connection to the wings on the back of his vest.
"It opens," Daryl continued and Melissa realized that the heart wasn't a charm, but a locket. "Remember when we put those pink roses on Sophia's grave?"
Melissa nodded, tears building in her eyes. Of course she remembered. She'd done it again since they'd been back.
"I grabbed a few pedals off that same rose bush and put them inside. You can smell 'em if you get close enough."
Melissa lifted the locket to her nose and inhaled. Her lungs thanked her and she suddenly realized she hadn't taken a breath since she saw the necklace.
"I was hopin' it would remind you of her. Ya know, in case we never end up back here," Daryl concluded.
She looked up at him, the movement causing the tears that had been building in her eyes to silently pour down her cheeks. She didn't know what to say. She was aware that thank you would have been appropriate, if nothing else because it was the proper response, but she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth to speak for fear that instead of saying what she knew she should say she might accidentally blurt out Who are you? This wasn't the kind of thing that Daryl did. Daryl showed his affection for the people he cared about by making sure they didn't die. If you saw a bolt go through the head of a walker before it bit into you then you were in his circle. But to see a locket on a supply run and take it for her... he didn't think to do things like that. Did he? She suddenly remembered that, yes, he did…for her.
The first time was to comfort her when she was grieving over her lost sister. He'd given her a Cherokee Rose to remind her that there was still reason to hope. Of course, that didn't turn out the way either of them had wanted. The second time he gave her a Cherokee Rose he'd laid it on her pillow in the prison to say that he was sorry for leaving her. That had turned out infinitely better.
She looked down at the locket again, loving it even more for everything that it represented and her eyes teared up a second time at the thought of what it must have taken for him to give it to her in person.
Daryl gently and somewhat cautiously watched her. He stopped talking, giving her a moment to thank him. She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. Not really. He could see what it meant to her. He felt bad, though, even a little uncomfortable for making her cry. For a second he silently questioned himself, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have given it to her. Maybe he'd made a mistake. Then she looked back into his eyes and smiled through her tears.
"Daryl," she whispered shakily.
He stared into her eyes, his face inches from hers, and before he could say anything else she pressed her lips to his. The feeling of her mouth on his threw him briefly. He hoped she'd be happy with her gift, but he hadn't expected her to kiss him. He froze. He couldn't move or allow himself to relax into her. Not because he didn't want this, but because he was afraid that any second she would pull away and he would discover that the kiss was meant to be nothing more than a grateful peck on the lips. But she hadn't pulled away. Not yet. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips back against hers, hoping that she would know he was okay with her kiss… more than okay. He felt her relax and he did the same. Her mouth opened against his. Her warm breath filled his mouth and he grabbed the sides of her face, feeling the dampness from her tears on his fingers. He pulled her face gently toward his as if to say don't you dare go anywhere and he took her lower lip into his mouth. He felt her close her mouth around his top lip and he knew for sure that this was more than a quick peck to say thank you. This meant something.
She touched his face, mirroring his grip on her. He felt the chain from the necklace in her hand on his cheek, reminding him that he had earned this kiss and he was going to let himself enjoy it. He didn't worry about the why's or the what if's. He didn't allow himself to consider whether they should or shouldn't or if someone might see them. He just let it happen.
They opened their mouths together, breathing into each other, filling the open space between them before closing their lips on each other again. This time Daryl took her top lip, determined to feel as much of her as he could before it was over. He skimmed her lip gently with his tongue, wanting to taste all of her, and the next time their mouths opened he stroked her tongue with his, soft and slow, feeling and tasting everything. She was fucking delicious and she felt better than she ever had. He was amazed at how heightened everything was and he wondered if it was because he was kissing her so slowly, so he did it again. Oh, yeah. That was it. This time she moaned softly, setting his ears on fire.
The energy between them was unlike anything he'd felt before, even with her. It was almost overpowering. He was hard for her instantly, his erection pressed so tightly against his jeans that it hurt. He couldn't believe how badly or how quickly he wanted her. He couldn't think at all. All he could do was act and react. He felt her fall further into him and he released one side of her face, wrapping his arm behind her head as he lowered her onto the steps, kissing her deeply. The next thing he knew he was on top of her, feeling the heat between her legs through his jeans as he pushed his erection against her, desperate for the friction and moaned into her mouth. He lifted his head, suddenly coming to his senses and he pulled away gently, realizing he was about to fuck her on Hershel's front porch.
"Maybe we should go inside," he panted, surprised by the lack of air in his lungs. His heart was pounding and he wondered how long they'd been making out.
Melissa nodded, suddenly realizing herself what they were about to do. "Good idea," she whispered back. Her hot breath bounced off his skin, sending shivers through his body. He desperately wanted to push his erection against the heat between her legs again, but he didn't for fear that he might not be able to stop a second time.
Instead Daryl helped her to her feet. He watched as she slipped the necklace over her head. The chain was long enough that she didn't have to bother with the clasp and for some reason Daryl really liked that. The heart hung low, lying against the middle of her chest just above her shirt. It looked damn good on her. It was perfect, actually. He had an overwhelming need to touch it and reached out with one hand, skimming a finger over the locket. Melissa smiled and gently took his hand in hers, leading him up the steps, but just as she reached for the door she stopped. "Wait," she said gently, turning back to look into his eyes. Her fingers covered her lips. "Judith."
Daryl felt his shoulders drop, remembering that Judith was in Melissa's room asleep. Shit. That wasn't going to work. He looked into her eyes, searching. He watched her smile and blush. She put her hand to her forehead and squeezed gently as if she was silently berating herself for forgetting such an important detail. Truth was, after a kiss like that, she was amazed her mind worked at all. She lowered her hand to her side and looked back to Daryl seeing a matching grin on his face. He gazed softly into her eyes and brought his hands to her waist. He felt her belt loop and wrapped a finger around it, pulling her hips gently against his. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes, beginning to lose herself in him all over again then she felt him gently pull away. His frustration with the situation manifested itself in a gentle grunt as he pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
"Stable?" He whispered suddenly. She opened her eyes and looked at him to see him staring down at her, a delicious expression on his face and a hopeful glow in his eyes.
She smiled. He smiled. It was a yes. He kissed her again, finding her tongue. He moaned against her. She felt and tasted so good. He couldn't wait to be inside of her. Whether it was safe or not, he wanted her. He had to have her. He couldn't help it. He wrapped himself around her, ready to pick her up and carry her to the stable, if they could even make it that far.
"Mmm," she moaned against his mouth as she felt his erection press into her stomach. "Should I get a condom?"
Daryl smiled against her lips. He started to tell her that that was a great fucking idea before it dawned on him that they didn't have condoms.
"What?" He asked, pulling back gently. "Where would you get a condom?"
Melissa paused. She briefly considered telling him she'd get one from Maggie, but she didn't want to lie. She couldn't lie to him. She exhaled slowly through her nose, trying to figure out how to tell him that she would get one from her bag, but she didn't have to say anything. He saw right through her, as if she was made of some kind of transparent material. The look on his face told her that he'd already figured out she had them.
He backed away, releasing his finger from the loop in her jeans.
"Whe-? How?" He started, unable to finish any sentence he attempted to put together. He wracked his brain trying to figure out when she could have gotten them. It would have been back at the prison. That much he knew for sure. But when? Where? And most importantly… how long had she had them? The expression on her face told him all he needed to know and looking back at him Melissa could tell he wasn't pleased.
"Daryl," she started to explain, but he gently held his hand out, shaking his head as if to tell her to stay away and he turned, walking down the steps of the porch and into the night.
She followed him anyway, into the grass and toward an open field covered in the eerie yellow moonlight. He heard her behind him and could no longer hold in….anything. He stopped suddenly and turned to face her. "Please, just do me a favor and tell me you didn't have condoms sitting in your bag any of the times we were together," he said as calmly as he could.
Melissa said nothing, knowing that she couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear.
"Fuck. Are you kidding me," he whispered. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Daryl, look I know that wasn't the responsible thing to do, but you've got to believe me I didn't even think about it. It just happened."
Daryl turned and started walking away from her again. Melissa felt a wave of panic crash over her. She followed him again; desperate to figure out why he was so upset.
"Daryl, please," she started, grabbing his arm.
"How could you DO THIS?" He snapped, pulling his arm away. He faced her head on. She saw tears building in his eyes and felt her stomach drop. What about it was so terrible? She was obviously fine. Nothing had happened.
"Look, I'm sorry. It was an accident, alright? I didn't plan it. I just forgot about them and honestly I don't understand why it upsets you so much!"
"BECAUSE YOU GOT PREGNANT!"
"What," she whispered after a pause. "What did you say?"
"Ah, shit," Daryl surrendered, looking away and putting his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath and started to explain. "When you were shot and I brought you back here, once we knew you were going to be okay Hershel pulled me aside and told me…" he trailed off.
"What?" She uttered, but Daryl said nothing. "He told you what?"
"You lost it," Daryl said as gently as he could. "You had a miscarriage, you lost the baby. I'm sorry." By the time he finished his voice was nothing more than a whisper.
No words. No words could ever express what Melissa felt in that moment. Denial, anger, grief, confusion, disbelief, everything rolled into one emotion that crashed into her like a tidal wave, leaving her with nothing left to feel but stunned. She felt her feet move backwards and the next thing she knew she had turned away from him and was walking back toward the house.
"Melissa," he begged.
"Fuck you!" She yelled without turning around.
"Please," he begged, following her.
"You're a fucking liar!" She walked faster, determined to get away from him as quickly as possible.
"I'm not lying, baby. Please," he reached out to grab her but she slapped his hands away, stopping him from touching her and pushed his chest, knocking him backwards.
"Don't you call me that! Don't you DARE call me that!"
Daryl felt defeated. He'd never wanted to tell her. He knew what it would do to her. He never should have said anything. He was filled with the overwhelming reality of his failure. He had failed her. He looked at the ground, covering his mouth with his hand to keep himself from crying out.
"This is a joke, right?" She asked, clearly in denial.
"It's not a joke," he said quickly.
"Tell me you're lying," she begged, stepping closer to him and he could see the tears filling her eyes.
"I'm not lying."
She covered her face in her hands and cried. Daryl wanted to touch her. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew she wouldn't let him, so he did the only thing he could do. He stood with her.
"Why did you even tell me?" She looked back up at him and it was clear he had broken her heart, possibly for good this time.
"I couldn't lie to you," he whispered through his own tears.
"Really? You were doing just find before!" She snapped, remembering that it would have been weeks since he found out.
"Melissa," he begged reaching out for her again.
She stepped back. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me again. Ever."
Daryl felt the tears in his eyes spill out over his cheeks, running quickly down his face. Melissa shook her head at him, still partially in disbelief. She sobbed as another wave of reality crashed through her. She hated herself for losing the baby and he hated himself for telling her. They were both devastated.
"Say something," Daryl begged softly.
She shook her head. "What do you want me to say," her voice cracked and she struggled to catch her breath.
"Anything. Just talk to me. I need to know what you're thinking," Daryl admitted. As Melissa stared at him she could see that all of his filters were off. He wasn't protecting himself at all. His only concern was for her. His need for her, his fear of losing her forever was palpable. He was at his most exposed. He'd never been so open to anyone.
She took a breath, then another, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Is it over?" He asked softly.
Her eyes darted to his and it was clear what he meant. Were they over? She looked down, running her hands through her hair, unable to think clearly. Too much had happened in too short a time. She needed to think, to process. She looked back up at him and thought she saw something behind him move. She leaned to her right, looking around him to see shadows moving on the ground on the other side of the field, just outside of the line of trees.
"What's that," she whispered, squinting her eyes in hopes of getting a clearer picture of whatever it was that was moving against the darkness.
Daryl turned, looking over his shoulder and the reality of what they were looking at hit them both at once.
It was the herd.
"Run," Daryl whispered.
Without thinking Melissa turned and ran. She ran hard and was joined a second later by Daryl at her side.
"Run!" He yelled again as he looked back and watched more walkers filter out of the tree line.
They reached the house in no time, running inside.
"Everyone up! We gotta go! Now! Now! NOW!" Daryl yelled.
Melissa ran up the stairs. As she turned to go down the hallway a door opened and a barely awake Maggie stepped out into the hallway.
"What's happening?" She asked.
"They're here," Melissa yelled as she ran passed her without stopping. "The walkers are here!"
Melissa reached the door to her room and grabbed her and Judith's bags, grateful she'd already packed it, and threw them both over her shoulder. She reached down for a sleeping Judith, wrapping her blanket around her and pulling her to her chest as she walked quickly out of the room and down the hall. As she got to the top of the stairs she could see Rick below, holding the screen door open, yelling for everyone to get to the cars.
She saw a few people run past him and outside as she made her way down the stairs. She passed Rick and was met on the porch by Daryl, who pulled her bags off her shoulder and tossed them to Glenn who caught both of them with ease. Daryl put a hand on her back, leading her down the steps and to the Hyundai. She allowed it, everything else forgotten, at least until they got the hell out of there. She heard someone firing shots at the herd, but was too scared to look and see how close they were. Judith began to cry against her chest, frightened by the noise, and Melissa held her close to comfort her. Without taking his hand off her back Daryl opened the back passenger door for her and helped her into the car, shutting the door behind her.
"Let's go," she heard him yell from outside the car.
Melissa looked to her left to see Carl sitting next to her, looking severely freaked out.
"It's gonna be okay," she said gently.
Just then the door next to him opened, making him jump in his seat, and Michonne got in next to him as Carl scooted to the middle. Jude was still crying and Melissa bounced her gently up and down against her chest, shushing into her ear.
Melissa wasn't sure what made her look out her window. She knew what she would see, but she looked anyway. The walkers were close enough that she could start to see their faces. Rick was right. It was nothing like the last time this happened. This time, they were almost shoulder to shoulder, practically falling over each other to get to them.
She saw Rick shooting at front line as he ran to the car. He opened the driver's side door and started to get in and Daryl followed suit, jumping into the front passenger seat. Melissa looked back to see if everyone was alright behind them. She saw Hershel trying to get into the truck, assisted by Maggie and she knew that was a bad idea. It would take too long to get him in there with his leg and she knew the chances of Maggie and Hershel getting caught up were too high. He could get into a car quicker. Without thinking she handed the baby to Carl and jumped out of the car, firing her gun at the front line of walkers that had nearly reached the house. A few of them fell to the ground, quickly replaced by the next one in line.
"Get him to the car," Melissa yelled to Maggie and she provided more cover fire as Maggie quickly helped Hershel into the Hyundai.
Melissa could feel Daryl's eyes on her and she briefly quit shooting at the oncoming herd, looking back to see that Daryl had, in fact, jumped out of the Hyundai and was coming after her.
"Hershel's taking my seat, I'll take the truck," she yelled as he reached her, pushing him back toward the car. He started to argue with her, but she cut him off. "GO!" She yelled.
Maggie ran past them, after having already shut Hershel inside the Hyundai and pulled Melissa with her toward the truck. "Come on," she yelled.
"Fuck," Daryl mouthed as he realized he had no choice and forced himself back into the front seat of the Hyundai even though he really didn't fucking want to. He immediately turned around, watching as Melissa made Maggie get into the truck first. She turned and fired at the walkers who were now way too close for fucking comfort.
Goddammit, Melissa, get in the truck, Daryl thought.
He reached for the door handle, prepared to go after her, but Rick's hand on his arm stopped him. The walkers were too close.
Daryl grabbed Rick's gun out of his holster, rolled down the window and sat up on the door frame, firing at the walkers. He heard the truck start up and looked at Glenn behind the wheel then glanced back at Melissa to see her put her foot on the truck wheel and pull herself up into the truck bed. Rick must have been watching in his rearview mirror, Daryl figured, because the second she was in he took off. Daryl held on, watching to make sure the truck was moving too.
Glenn took off hard just as Melissa landed in the truck bed. She hadn't had a chance to find her footing or hold onto anything and the force of his take off pulled her and she slid on her back, along with a bunch of their bags, slamming against the tail gate.
The truck bed rocked as Glenn drove, shaking her. She scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled toward the rear window, just as Tyrese opened it for her. She got a good grip on the window and stood. She slipped one leg inside and looked up to see the taillights of the other car up ahead, maybe four car lengths away, but a few walkers had already started to fill in the space between the two cars.
She felt Tyrese's hands on her leg, trying to help her steady herself so she could climb inside. She looked down at him and met his eyes. "Don't let me go," she yelled. She raised her gun and started shooting at the walkers in front of the truck. Maggie rolled down her window and did the same. The truck rocked and bounced hard as they ran over bodies and Melissa stopped firing and held on as she struggled to maintain her balance. Knowing she needed to get inside, she ducked, trying to climb inside the truck before she fell out of the damned thing.
"Glenn, look out!" Maggie suddenly yelled.
Melissa felt a hard bump and the truck turned quickly and sharply to the left, pulling her out of the window. She landed hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her chest and felt her body sliding until she hit her head hard on something. A terrible pain jolted through in her head then shot through every part of her. She could still feel her body bouncing and she barely had time to register that she was still in the bed of the truck before she lost consciousness.
. . .
The first thing Melissa felt was someone touching her head gently, followed by a throbbing pain in her head and neck, but not nearly as bad as what she had felt before she passed out.
"Can you hear me?" She heard a woman say softly and felt the same hands touch her again along her hairline.
"Mmmh," she heard herself moan. She felt herself touch her forehead. She could move; that was good news.
She tried to open one eye. That was her first mistake. The light was blinding and she felt herself flinch as she closed her eyes tightly.
"You gave us quite a scare," the young woman's voice said gently. "You really need to stop doing that to us."
It was then that Melissa realized that the voice she was hearing belonged to Maggie. Melissa felt her body jerk as the memories flooded back to her. The walkers. The herd. She was suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to run.
"It's okay, it's okay," Maggie said, grabbing Melissa's wrists to keep her from flailing about. "We all got out. We're okay."
Melissa opened her eyes, more carefully this time. She watched as the brightness faded and saw Maggie smile gently. An overwhelming sense of relief ran through her as she fully realized that she was still with them. Things came to her very quickly after that. Her eyes hurt from the light. Light. It was daytime. She'd been out for quite a while. She looked around at the gray lining above Maggie and then at the windows. She was still in the truck, lying down in the back. Maggie was sitting in the back with her, Melissa's legs over her lap. Melissa looked out the window to see trees flying past. She felt herself rocking gently. They were driving.
"Hey, kiddo. Welcome back," she heard a deep voice say. She turned her head to see Tyrese looking back at her from his seat in the front.
Her eyes wondered to the driver's seat to see Glenn sitting behind the wheel, he glanced back at her briefly offering her a small smile, but he was obviously determined to keep his eyes on the road.
Melissa sighed, feeling more relieved every time she saw another familiar face. She took a deep breath and tried to pull herself up.
"Don't try to sit up," Maggie said, gently pushing her back down. "Not yet."
Melissa could immediately understand why Maggie wanted her to stay down. Her head pounded as if something was inside trying to break its way out and she immediately wished she hadn't tried to move. She placed both her hands over her eyes, hoping the pressure would subdue the pounding in her forehead. What she wouldn't give for an Advil.
Melissa took a deep breath and brought her arms down, resting her hands on her stomach.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
She watched Maggie look at Glenn in the front, an obviously worried expression covered her face and she knew instantly that something was wrong.
"What?" Melissa asked, hoping she had misread Maggie's expression. "What is it?"
She had to have misread it. Maggie said they got out.
"Something happened," Maggie answered after a beat.
Don't say it.
Maggie took a breath and swallowed. "It's about the others."
Don't.
"We lost them."
Whew! So we made it through that. Sorry it's such a long chapter (one of my longest, if not THE longest). I know a lot happened so I'll give you a few minutes to breathe. In... and let it out... good. :)
So we know from their steamy makeout session that our protagonists still want each other. Okay, so we knew they still wanted each other, but now they know it too. I thought long and hard about what to do once they were in that position and I'm honestly sorry to cockbock them once again, so please don't hate me for that. I hearby declare that there will be plenty of sex in their future, okay? Truthfully I didn't know for a long time if I wanted them to reveal their "truths" to each other, but the more I thought about it the more I felt like they had to in order to get them where we all want them to be, which means Daryl had to know about the condoms and she had to know she had a miscarriage. Those of you who are wondering the answer to Daryl's question "Is it over?" the answer is ABSOLUTELY NOT! Where would the fun be in that?
Also, in case there's any confusion over the last line (I don't want you guys thinking everyone else is dead until I can post the next chapter), when Maggie says "We lost them" she means they literally lost them. They don't know where the others are. I'll explain more in the next chapter.
Thanks to those of you read and reviewed the last chapter! Love the comments. Please keep them coming. Pretty please with a shirtless Dixon on top?
I can't wait to hear what you guys have to say about this chappy. Please be good to me! ;)
