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AN: So I realize that I haven't updated in a while. For a while there I got into Riddick and then King Arthur. But I have finally relapsed back to The Walking Dead. Please read and review to let me know how you think the story is going so far. As always ideas are welcome and if they peak my interest enough, I might even twist them into my story.
P.S. I like this chapter. So far I think it might even be my favorite chapter. And since this is my favorite chapter, please let me know which part was your favorite in either this chapter or the story.
Chapter 22
When Adrian opened her eyes, which had to have been hours later since it looked like it was close to sunset, she realized she was laying on something soft. She then realized it had to have been a been because she was in a room. She sat up with a groan and realized that she heard footsteps in the hall. Then the door opened and Kale was standing in the door.
He looked at her surprised and then turned an went back into the hall. "Hershal! She's awake!" he yelled. His yelling didn't help her raging headache.
"Kale, sweetie, please, keep it to a dull roar." she whispered, groaning again. "Sorry." he said as she heard more footsteps coming down the hall.
In walked Hershal with Rick a few steps behind. Rick's face was pretty messed up from the fight he and Shane had had. Herhsal walked over to her and started checking her over. "How are you feeling?" Herhsal asked her shining a small light into her eyes, which sent a searing pain through her head. She jerked back with a groan. "Like I hit a truck. And I have the champion of all headaches and you flashing that light in my face isn't helping." she said, her eyes closed.
"I'm checking your pupil reaction to make sure you don't have a concussion. Rick said you cracked your head pretty hard." he said forcing her head back to him so he could check her other eye.
"Well that much is true. Got the internal fireworks and stars show goin' on there for a while." she said trying to ignore the pain as he flashed the light into her other eye. "Follow my finger." Hershal said. She passed all of his tests.
"Well you'll have a terrible headache for a day or so but you'll be fine. Just try not to hit your head on anything. You might actually give yourself a concussion next time." Hershal said handing her what looked like Ibuprofien for her headache. She threw them back and accepted the small glass of water that had been sitting on the side table.
"So can I leave the house? You know, clean bill of health and all." she asked.
"Yes. But take it easy. You're still a little disoriented so try not to strain your body." Hershal said leaving the room. Kale helped her out to her tent where she laid down for the next few hours, taking a short nap to help with the headache. When she woke up it was dark inside her tent. She smelled food and looked around until she seen a small plate of food on the floor.
She made quick work of the small meal of what tasted like squirrel meat. She then decided to go out for a walk. She took only her knife for protection and headed off towards Daryl's camp, where she could still see a small fire going.
Daryl was surprised to see Adrian walking into his camp, as if she owned the damn thing, and laid down on the ground beside him. "Fuck, I feel like shit." she sighed as she threw her arm over her eyes. "Yeah well you looked pretty bad when y'all got back today." he said poking the fire, remembering how everyone had been in a tizzy to see a bloody Rick and Shane, a still captive Randall, and a bloody and passed out Adrian.
She had had blood covering the whole right side of her face. He had been really shocked to see her like that but her teenager beat him to the punch with the question of "What the hell happened?". Rick said that she had hit the front of a semi truck pretty hard but had managed to stay awake long enough for them all to get out of there.
"I feel like some kind of creature that was dragged out of it's deep, dark, hiding place." she said removing her arm from over her face. She didn't look so bad now that she was cleaned up. He could see that most of her upper right arm was a matting of blue and black bruising. The cut, which curved around her right eye, was a few inches long and starting to bruise, but it wasn't deep. Head wounds always bleed alot.
"You don't look so bad. At least your clean, if nothing else. And alive for that matter." Daryl said, standing to stretch. Then he looked down at Adrian and was punched in the gut with instant lust. "I'm hittin' it for the night. You comin' or goin' back?" he asked down at her. She opened her eyes to look up at him. "I'll stay. Don't have the energy to walk back to my tent." she said reaching her left arm up for him to take so she could get to her feet.
He took it and helped her stand, holding onto her arm when she swayed on her feet. "You're actin' like you're drunk." Daryl said still holding on to her arm as they made their way to his tent. "Yeah, well you take on the front grill of a MAC truck and see how steady you are on your feet afterwards." she mumbled as she stumbled into the tent.
"Yeah yeah." he grumbled, following her inside, zipping up the tent behind him. "Sit your ass down before you bust it fallin'." he said helping her down onto the pallet. Adrian sat down without a fight. "Yeah, well the only reason you don't want me to bust my ass is because you like it so much. It's one of your favorite things to grab during sex." she said, smirking while taking off her boots, tank top, and jeans.
'Ain't that the truth.' Daryl thought rifling through his stuff.
"Never woulda pegged you for an ass man. Which now that I think about it, I don't know why I didn't. You look like an ass man." she said laying down on her back in only her matching black lace underwear. "Is that right?" he said finding what he was looking for.
Daryl took his boots off and sat down beside her. Grabbing her chin he gently moved it to the side so he could take in the real damage. It wasn't so bad. Would probably be good as new in a week. She heard him pop something open and opened her eyes to see what it was.
When she seen what it was, it made her smile. "The medicine tin." she whispered, the smile still on her face when she felt him lightly applying the herbal medicine she had put on his wounds the week before.
"Yeah, well, let's just call this payback. You did this for me, now I'm doin' it for you. We're square." he said looking at her. "And when one of us gets hurt again? What then? Just leave it be or do we start the square all over again?" she asked suddenly starting to feel tired again.
"I guess it depends on how bad the injury is, I suppose." Daryl said looking back at her cut. "You should keep your hair up tonight. Keep it outta that mess on your head." Daryl suggested as he wiped his hand and put the tin back.
"Hey, Daryl?" she mumbled already half asleep. "Yeah?" he said just looking at her. "Can we skip sex tonight? I don't think I'ma make it that long tonight." she said barely above a whisper.
"Didn't think you was. Go on to sleep. You can make it up to me in the morning." he said as she drifted off to sleep. She had moved the top blanket so she was laying on the bottom one. Her head was still on her good side since she never moved it after he had tilted it to put the medicine on her cut. Her hands were resting on her stomach and her breathing was slow and even.
'That must a been some kinda hit with that truck for her to be out most of the damn day.' he thought looking at her sleeping. It was starting to get cold at night. They were going to need to rack up on warmer clothes soon and if she slept like this in her own tent at night, she was going to get sick real quick.
On nights when she slept with him in his tent it was fine since his body heat would keep her warm. She didn't have much on her to keep her warm. Couldn't have weighed more than maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, if that. She had lost a little weight since he had first met her, but then again so had the rest of the group. Daryl stayed up a little longer and watch her sleep.
When he had seen Rick pull her unconscious body from the car he had been worried. He felt that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He still didn't know what it was, but he was pretty sure he didn't like it. Daryl then took his shirt and pants off, rolled onto his back and pulled the covers over them.
His hands were under his head and he had just closed his eyes when he felt her roll over and curl into his side, her bruised arm over his chest, her hand resting over his heart, and her leg curled around his. He never would have taken her for a cuddler by looking at her. She always seemed like she wanted space and to be alone, so it had came as a shock to him to discover that at night she craved human contact.
He removed his right arm from under his head and curled it around her. Soon after, being warm and comfortable, he fell asleep.
The next morning Adrian woke up to the sound of a zipper. She didn't react badly to it since she woke up by small degrees. She could tell it was morning because there was light in the tent. She was warm and felt safe for some unknown reason. It had been a while since she had felt truly safe.
"Hey. Come on, time to get up." she heard Daryl's gravelly voice say. She liked the sound of his voice when he spoke in that tone of voice. "Come on. Get up. I went an' snuck some spare clothes outta your tent." he said as she felt something fall on her.
"Come on. Rick wants me to talk to Randall. Find out more about his group. Maybe a pretty girl will loosen his tongue up where a beatin' won't." Daryl said nudging her with his boot. "Alright, alright. I'm gettin' up. So demanding." she said as she threw the light blanket off of her and pulled on the black cotton long sleeve that reached down to her palms and some ripped up, light blue, boot cut jeans.
When she was dressed and washed up she followed Daryl to the shed where Randall was being held. Daryl and Adrian walked into the shed to see Randall sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. Daryl put his crossbow onto a table a few yards from Randall and then took off his jacket and threw it over the weapon. Adrian jumped up onto the table beside Daryl's stuff while Daryl picked the boy up and put him in a chair. Adrian had both grown bored and was enjoying the interegation. She didn't so much care for Randall's pleading or the sound of Daryl's fist making contact with the boys' face. But she did enjoy watching Daryl pace around and display his strength.
"I told you man." Randall started saying again. It was said quite often. "You ain't told me shit." Daryl said, punching the kid in the face, which caused him to fall out of the chair. "How many men in your group?" Daryl asked. Randall said nothing. Daryl just looked at him and slowly unsheathed his knife. Randall started chanting no at the sight of the knife.
Adrian was a little worried when he pulled out the knife and a sigh of relief passed her lips when it connected with the floor a few inches from Randall's leg. "Thirty! Thirty men!" Randall yelled looking at the knife so close to his leg. When Daryl asked where they were camped, and Randall gave him an answer he didn't like Daryl ripped the piece of duct tape off of the scab on his injured leg. Then he pressed his knife to the scab on Randall's leg.
"Daryl. Dear." Adrian called out to him in an almost sweetly bored like manner. Daryl looked at her from over his shoulder from his place on the floor. That imagine alone made her hot and bothered all over and want to get naked.
But she restrained herself. Just barely.
"What?" he asked. She crooked her finger at him, a silent command to come to her. Daryl looked back at Randall and then jerked himself, and the knife, off the floor and walked over to her.
"There a reason you stoppin' me? What, I bein' too hard on the kid or somethin'?" Daryl snapped off. "No. But you brought me here for more than to just to watch you go caveman on the kid. And I'm enjoying watching you immensely, I really am. But you said a pretty girl being here might loosen his tongue. So let's see if you were right." she said in a low voice so Randall wouldn't hear them talking. "Fine. You try then." he said.
Adrian lightly jumped down from the table and walked over to Randall, the picture of calm and collected. She knelt down by his feet and looked him in his swollen, bloody face.
"Where are your men camped at and what kind of weapons do they have, Randall?" she asked him. "Why you lettin' him beat on me? You've been keepin' an eye on me since I got here to make sure nobody hurt me." Randall said, trying to change the subject.
"It wasn't to protect you. It was to make sure that a certain member of our group didn't just come in here and blow your brains out through the back of your skull. Now
I'll ask again. Where are your men camped and what kind of weaponry do they have?" she asked calmly again. "He ain't gonna tell you nothin'. Just let me at him." she heard Daryl say from behind her.
"Shut up, Daryl." she said still looking at Randall.
"Randall, if you think this is some kind of good cop, bad cop routine where Daryl's the bad guy and I'm the good guy, let me assure you, it's not. See, now I'm not nice at all. People like your men have tried to take what I have before. Needless to say they didn't win that battle because I killed them before they killed me. And let me assure you, those bodies will never be found." she said keeping eye contact.
When he still didn't say anything, Adrian's face turned hard. "I'm going to ask you one more time." she said as she quickly grabbed her large hunting knife and slammed it down into the floor three inches from Randall's nuts. Randall yelped and tried to jump back.
"Where are your men and what kind of weapons do the have!" she yelled, loosing her patience.
"I don't know where they are! We had us a camp by the highway about five miles or so from town! They have automatic rifles, some rocket launchers, stuff like that!" Randall yelled out.
"I met them on the road. They took me in." Randall said, starting to talk a little more calmly since the immedent danger of her knife slowly slipped away from between his legs. She stood up and walked over to stand by Daryl.
"Keep talking." she warned.
"It wasn't just men that they took in. They took in a a whole group of people. Women and children, just like you got. But only the men would go out to scavenge supplies. But then one night, we came up on this camp. A guy and his two daughters." he said. She didn't like where this was going.
"Teenagers. Real young. Real cute." he said with a little caution in his voice. She felt Daryl tense up the same moment she did. "And these guys...they made the guy watch. Didn't kill any of 'em afterwards. Just made the guy watch." he said. Then he caught sight of the look on Adrian and Daryl's face.
"No, but I didn't touch those girls. I ain't like that." he rushed to say, as if it would save him the beating.
"Daryl." she said resheathing her knife, no emotion in her voice or face. She walked back to the table and leaned against it as Daryl went back to punching and kicking the boy.
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After Adrian and Daryl finished "talking" to Randall they walked back to the camp and tell Rick what they had learned. But she had left that to Daryl, storming off to her tent to stew in her mood. "Boy's got a gang. Thirty men and they ain't lookin' to make friends." she heard Daryl's faint voice tell the group.
"They decide to roll through here, all our men's dead. And the women, they'll wish they were." he continued. Then she heard bits and pieces of the following conversation. Her ears picked up "Eliminating the threat." and "He's just a boy."
Adrian's hold on her sanity at that moment was slipping and fast. She already had her knife so she grabbed her hatchet, exited her tent like the violent storm she felt like, and took off towards the woods in a dead run.
Hearing all the noise that Adrian had been making, she had the groups full attention by the time she exited her tent and took off for the woods. "What's her problem?" Andrea asked. Daryl was starring in the direction that Adrian had taken off in, wondering what her deal was. She had been tense ever since Randall had told them about the men in his group raping those teenage girls they had found and hadn't loosened up since.
He was still starring in that direction when he felt someone walk up to him. "What was said in there? I haven't seen her like this since Atlanta." he heard Kale ask him. "Hell if I know what set her off. Kid was tellin' us about his group. How the all men scavenge parties had a nasty habit of rapin' any women they came across. The was about the time that her spine turned into steel." Daryl said not seeing Kale's face at the information.
"Shit." he heard before Kale took off in the direction that Adrian had disappeared.
"Where the hell's he goin'?" Glenn asked. "No clue. Just a puppy runnin' after his master again. Ain't nothin' unusual." Daryl said taking off in the direction of his camp.
After cleaning up his busted knuckles, Daryl decided to go out and check the area for walkers, or find food, whichever came first. But before he could, Dale showed up. "The point of comin' up here was to get away from you people." he said focusing on the arrows he was putting in the small holder on his crossbow.
"Is that right? So what's Adrian doin' out here every night if you want to be alone?"Dale asked.
The question brought Daryl up short and he glared at the older man. "I'm on watch duty at night, so I see her sneaking her way out here. Not that she tries very hard to hide mind you." Dale said as a way of explanation. "Ain't none of your damn business what she's doin' up here. That's our business. Damn nosy people." Daryl said going back to his arrows.
"What you up here for anyway? Carol send you or somethin'?" he asked the old man. "Carol's not the only one worried about you. Your new role in the group." Dale said. Daryl looked at the older man like he was half crazy.
"This group is broken. Has been for a while now. I'm better off on my own." he said. Maybe if he said it enough times, he would start to believe it, otherwise why hadn't he left already?
"I wanted to talk to you about Randall." Dale said changing the subject. "I don't care what happens to him." Daryl said grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "So you don't care if the boy lives or dies?" Dale asked.
"Nope." Daryl said adjusting the collar of his jacket. "Then why not take a stand with me? Try to save the boy's life. If it really doesn't matter one way or the other to you?" Dale asked.
"Now, you're a decent man. Torturing people? That isn't you. Rick is a decent man also. Now Shane..." Dale trailed off not needing to say anything about Shane for Daryl to understand.
"Why you say that? 'Cause he killed Otis?" Daryl asked. Dale instantly went on alert. "Did Shane tell you that?" Dale asked taking a few steps towards Daryl.
"Told some story. About how Otis covered his ass so he could get away. And then he shows up with the dead guys' gun. Rick ain't stupid, Dale. If he ain't figured it out it's because he didn't wanna." Daryl said turning.
"Like I said, this group is broken." he said as he walked off into the woods.
Daryl had been in the woods for a few hours and had seen at least a dozen dead walkers. He was on his way back to camp when he seen the familiar body of Adrian sitting in a tree, looking off into nothing.
"What the hell you doin' up there?" he asked. She looked down at him as if just realizing he was there. Then he caught sight of her face. He couldn't tell because her clothes were mostly dark but her face was covered in blood and judging by the blackness of it's color it was walker blood.
"You the one killed all them walkers I been findin' out here today?" he tried again. "Yeah. Needed some stress release. Hell of a work out. Close call a time or two." she said making her way down the tree to him. When her feet touched the ground he made a full assessment of her appearance.
"You're a fuckin' mess, woman." Daryl said bluntly. "What every lady loves to hear. You're quite the charmer Daryl Dixon." she said walking off in the direction of a shallow creek.
When Daryl showed up at the creek a few minutes later, Adrian was scrubbing at her dried bloody cheeks. When her hands and face were finally clean they walked out of the woods in silence. "Come on." Daryl said to her. "Rick wants everybody at the house to talk about Randall. Gave Dale the day to try and change everybody's minds about killin' the kid." he said walking off towards the farm house, making sure she was following him.
They all met up in the living room of the house. Andrea, Shane, T-Dog, Patrica, Maggie, and Hershal took up one side while Dale, Glenn, Carol, Lori, and Rick took up the other. Adrian and Daryl were standing a few feet behind them. Daryl was leaning on his side against a small dresser while Adrian had her back reclined against the wall across from him.
"So how do we do this? Vote?" Glenn asked, breaking the ice. "Let's talk through the options first." Rick said. "I see only one way for us to go forward." Shane said. Again. "Killing him. Right?" Dale asked.
"Yeah, Shane. We all know what your opinion is on the matter, we heard you the first time around. And the second and the third." Adrian said in a bored tone of voice.
"Why even take a vote? We all know which way the wind is blowing here." Dale said defensively. "Well if people think we should spare him, I wanna know." Rick said to Dale. "Well it's a small group. Maybe just me and Glenn." Dale said. The Glenn started to get nervous and couldn't look at Dale in the face. Dale starred at him in disbelief. "They've got you scared!" Dale exclaimed.
"He's not one of us. And we've lost too many people as it is." Glenn told him. Adrian snorted. "I'm barely one of you Glenn. Wanna have me put down too?" Adrian asked, bite in her tone. Dale continued his defensive argument with the group. Adrian listened but kept her mouth shut for the most part.
"Could you drive him further out? Leave him like you planned?" Hershal asked. "You barely came back last time." Lori said to Rick. "Yeah, no thanks to someone loosing his temper because he didn't get his way and throwing a freaking wrench into a room full of walkers." Adrian said pointedly starring at Shane.
"You been talkin' in circles all day. You just wanna keep talkin' in circles?" Daryl asked. "This is a young man's life! And it's worth more than a five minute conversation!" Dale exclaimed at them all. "This is what it comes down to? We kill a man because we don't know what else to do with him?" Dale asked them all. "How are we any different from those thirty men we're so afraid of?" Dale said.
"Stop it!" Carol yelled. "Just stop fighting already. Please, decide, either of you, bother of you but leave me out of this. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this." Carol said from her place by the door. "Yeah
that's right, Carol. Go ahead and stick your head back into the sand. Try to avoid all the hard decisions." Adrian said, still starring at a spot on the wall opposite her. Daryl gave her a hard glare but she barely noticed.
"Anybody who wants the floor before we decide has the chance." Rick said. Maggie and Patrica both sat down. Everyone was quiet for a minute before Adrian spoke up.
"When you first met me Rick, you knew me for a total of a day before you asked me to join your group. You didn't know me and Kale from Adam. For all you knew we were just fooling you all to take what we wanted but you asked us to join you anyway. Asked a perfect stranger, whom no one other than your son knew, to join this group that doesn't wanna speak their minds because they're afraid of something that might happen. I can think of a person or two that deserved to be put down more than Big Bad Wolf we got chained up in the shed." she said before she spoke again.
"So when is my meeting gonna be about how you're gonna put me down, huh? Because, please, I would love to be party to that. Complete virtual stranger, a member of the group. And I can tell you this, I'm far more dangerous than that boy you're wantin' to kill. Hell, I can think of at least three other people in this room more dangerous than that boy. And you wanna kill him simply because it's the easiest way? Well, hell boys, why don't y'all come an fetch me when y'all go to kill the boy. You can finish me off too." Adrian said, practically spitting venom.
"Isn't there anybody else that's gonna stand with me?" Dale asked. A minute later Andrea spoke up. "He's right. We should try to find another way." she said looking at Dale. "Anybody else?" Rick asked. No one else spoke up.
"Y'all gonna watch too?" Dale asked trying to keep his emotions at bay. "No, you won't. You'll just hide your head in your tents and forget that we're slaughtering a human being." he said shaking his head. "Well I won't be party to it." he said firmly. Dale walked out of the room and stopped by Daryl, putting his hand on the younger mans' shoulder. "This group is broken." he said before he left the house. Everyone was silent for a moment.
Adrian laughed a cold, humorless laugh. "Way to go, Shane. Very well done. You sure do know how to throw a string of events together, don't you?" Adrian said looking at the unstable man across the room.
"So all this is my fault?" Shane said pushing himself from the mantle he was leaning against. Adrian pushed herself from the wall and faced the much bigger man across the room. "You bet your skippy ass it is." she said, itching for a fight and he was the easiest one to tempt into one, even if what she was saying to tempt him was true.
"Please, enlighten me on how all of this is my fault?" Shane asked wanting to hear this. "Oh where to start?" she sneered at him. She had only ever hated two men in her life as much as she hated Shane.
"How about when you tore the barn doors apart and killed all those walkers that Herhsal and his family believed were only sick people? If you hadn't done that then Hershal never would have went to town to drown his sorrows in a shot glass. And because Hershal was in town, and being the only doctor here and we need him considering that Lori is pregnant, Rick and Glenn had to go and get him. And because they had to go and get him, they were attacked, which lead to them meeting Randall and bringing him back here." she said her tone getting colder and colder by the second.
"All because the Beta dog couldn't stand not calling the shots anymore and made a call behind the Alpha's back. I told you in the swamp that day when we handed you those guns, you better own up to the consequences of your actions. And I'll be damned if you aren't tryin' to now throw the blame off onto Rick for being human and wanting to save a damn life." she spat at him.
Shane's face hardened up at being called the Beta of the pack. Then he started stalking towards her, ready for a fight and Adrian started towards him. Rick stood in his way holding him back from getting to Adrian, while Daryl went for her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her outside.
"Come on. Come at me again! I'm ready for you this time you bastard! Come at me and I'll slice you open from your balls to your chin and leave you out on the higway for walker bait!" she screamed at him.
Daryl had a hard, firm grip on her so as not to let her slip from his grasp. He left the house and started towards his tent across the field. She fought and kicked and screamed, demanding to be let go the whole way. Once Daryl got to his tent he walked through the door and dropped her on top of the pallet. She hadn't been prepared for the sudden drop and had fallen onto her ass then then her back. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and started to get up.
"Don't." he snapped at her turning to zip up the door and tossed his crossbow onto his unused cot. His hands settled onto his hips and he glared down at her, not speaking for a minute. He hated to be around women when they got angry, mostly because they were already bitches and got angry over the littlest thing.
But Adrian Hunter was sexy as hell when pissed off. Her hair was still in a thick braid behind her and her clothes were beyond dirty. Her pale skin was flushed from anger, she was panting like crazy from not only her anger but also from fighting him the whole way from the house to the tent, and her eyes were brighter than he had ever seen them.
She was sexy as hell and he instantly went hard just looking at her. But that would have to come later. Right now he needed to figure out what her problem was. She had been off all day and way only getting worse.
"What the hell is wrong with you, huh? Pickin' a fight with Shane? That man's got a foot and probably eighty pounds on you and your gonna pick a fight with him in the middle of the house? What the hell's wrong with you woman?" he demanded trying to keep his mind out of her pants for the time being.
"So what if he's bigger than me? I've fought bigger, and won. All of this is Shane's fault. He tore open the barn, started making calls behind Rick's back. And because he did Hershal ran off and Rick and Glenn had to go and get him. And because Rick and Glenn and Hershal are decent people, they brought an abandoned boy back here." she said still panting.
"And then we go to leave him out in the middle of town but then find out he knows Maggie and possibly the location of the farm. And Shane wants to shoot him. Then when Rick says no, Shane throws a bitch fit. Tries to kill Rick three times before I intervene and what does the bastard do? Throws me head first into the damn grill of a semi! And because he couldn't shoot Rick he grabbed a damn wrench and threw it at Rick's head. It missed Rick and went through a damn window. A window leading to a damn room full of walkers. He almost got four people killed because he's unstable! And he's only getting worse! And he wants to kill that boy when he's more dangerous than anybody!" she yelled at him from her spot on the floor.
Daryl started to feel that strange feeling in his gut again and he was finally able to identify it. He realized what it was now because he had gotten the feeling when she had told him that Shane was the reason she had been so injured on their way back from dropping Randall off.
Hearing that he had thrown her head first at a truck made Daryl want to go back to that farm house and beat Shane's face in. He was feeling protective of her. Oh he knew very well that she could hold her own when she had to, but she couldn't win them all on her own. She needed him in some ways but she didn't know it yet because the occasion for her to need him had yet to arise.
"You can't go sayin' stuff like that in front of the group. Threatin' to cut Shane open and leave him for walker bait, you probably just scared the piss outta everybody in that house." he said trying to make her see sense.
"They should be afraid. None of you realize just how fucking dangerous I am. I could kill everyone in camp in their sleep and they would never see it coming." she said, starting to calm down.
"But I'm not that kind of person. I've killed the living to protect what's mine before." she said. "That's what Rick's tryin' to do with Randall. Protect his own." Daryl threw in.
"I killed men who meant to kill me and Seth or me and Kale. But only when they came at me with their weapons drawn. When we were out at the development and Randall was free and the walkers were after us, he didn't come after us. He tried to get away. If he had grabbed a gun or came at one of us with a knife, then fine, shoot him because he is a danger. But you and me and Rick and Shane are far more dangerous than a twenty year old boy." she said, the fight coming back into her eyes.
Daryl couldn't hold back any longer. She was just too damn sexy to resist when she was all fired up an he couldn't resist any longer. He came down on top of her fast enough to surprise her. He attacked her lips like he was a man dying of thirst and they were a cold glass of water. He went at her as usual, rough. He pulled back and realized that at some point he had twisted her braid around his fist and and forced her head back for his attack.
She was panting hard again, only this time from arousal, and her eyes were closed. "Look at me." he growled. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up into his gorgeous light blue ones.
"You ever tell me to shut up again, like you did in the shed today, and I'll bring you back here and spank that sweet little ass of yours." he growled, his eyes burning with his lust for her.
"You have quite the dirty mouth on you, Mr. Dixon. But it could be quite interesting to see how that would play out." she said grinning. She quickly lost her grin when he then started to attack her neck, licking and biting his way down to that one sweet spot that made her moan every time.
Then he found it and she gasped and moaned his name.