Luckily got this chapter done a bit earlier this past weekend so I have it up and ready for ya'll in time! Just a little note before I get into the chapter today, the week of Christmas, I will NOT be posting up a chapter that week. I have family coming in from the mainland on Christmas eve and will be staying with me till the 28th then I have another family gathering happening for New Years Eve, so the week of New Years Eve, I may or may not be posting as well.
And one more thing, so my schedule will be changing at work. I was working only Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday but they will be moving me to full time starting next week Monday. I'll be working Mon-Fri, 930-400, plus driving 60 miles back and forth everyday. Ugh, hate it but love my job, so it sucks lol Just wanted to give ya'll a heads up that I will be getting more busier as the holiday season gets even closer.
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Reviews:
KyraNoelle: Glad you were able to at least give me your thoughts on my last chapter haha and I'm glad you agree with me on Beth. Not sure how much other people agree with this, but the storyline could have easily gone on without her though I think her death did push Maggie to be who she is when they come across Alexandria just as Hershel's death does. So, in a way, she was a stepping stone that needed to happen lol as painful as that is for me to say haha
Frankie: Rick is gonna keep on trying and pushing his luck, that man is unwavering when it comes to Ana so it seems. On Daryl, this chapter will give just a bit of insight on what he thinks about Ana's confession, just a small bit, not alot because I haven't gotten back into writing from Daryl's POV just yet. It'll happen in future chapters, I promise. Oooooooh, ripped apart by walkers? Yessssssss, though I still think that is too nice of a death for those two lol but we'll see how they go out.
Dark Rose Charm: Lol Rick is going through a lot, with Lori and with Shane so the poor man just needs someone in his life that he can trust without fault and that is our little Ana. Unfortunately, in anyone's eyes that does add a bit of an appeal to them as you said lol so it is bound to happen that Rick will fall further and further for Ana seeing as she can offer everything Lori and Shane can't. Poor guy.
Lavendor Queen: I'm hoping to make Ana someone Carl can both look up to and rely on. We all know how fucked up this boys childhood is going to become so the boy just needs someone that can both keep him occupied and watch over himself when everyone else is too busy to do so. Gotta be honest, this kid annoyed the hell out of me in earlier seasons, but in recent seasons before he died, I was really starting to like him, pissed me off that he died. Hahahahah, I'm enjoying everyone's comments about Rick making moves on Ana while Daryl is gone and I have to agree with you on this one, that man needs to get his ass in gear and do something before someone else (*Rick*) does something first.
UmiNight Angel Neko: I had been tempted to have Lori show up and be her usual bitch self to Ana lol but you are right, Ana looks at Rick as more of a brotherly type than anything at the moment. Her head is completely full of Daryl right this second but you never know, that could change (*insert evil laugh*)
Bri47: I love how your one-word review spoke a million words. LOVE IT!
shadowoftheblackdeat: I feel like, at this point, it's pretty obvious what Shane's hidden desires are when it comes to Ana. It's written plainly on that psychopaths face lol but the chapter did emphasize on it further. Really hate writing that man lol
Alright, here is the next chapter, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the AMC's The Walking Dead or its characters, just Ana!
Ana's POV...
I hadn't seen Daryl since my confession.
I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but anxiety had begun to build the longer I didn't see or hear him. It had actually gotten to the point that I was becoming visibly agitated. Naturally, that hadn't gone unnoticed by those closest to me as T-Dog was quick to approach me as I had just stepped out of the shed after checking on Randall's leg for the 4th time in 2 hours, something that was clearly unnatural.
He cornered me, just as Glenn had done when I had confessed why I had lost my cool just two days before. Damn man wouldn't let me pass until I had 'spilled shit' as he put it. What could I do but do as he said and completely 'spilled shit' to him? T-Dog stood there, silently allowing me to finish explaining what had occurred. When I had finished my explanation, I waited patiently for the man to say anything before he broke out laughing.
I was pissed, well, more embarrassed than anything that the man had thought the best answer was to laugh at my dismay. But before I could spout all the nasty things coming to mind, T-Dog had broken out into a large smile and simply answered.
"Dude, it is about fuckin' time ya'll admit your feelings to each other." I hadn't been expecting that comment from the man as he winked teasingly down at me before giving me space to bypass him.
"Daryl went out into the forest yesterday before ya'll went with Rick and Shane. Said he was going hunting and wouldn't be back for a few days." T-Dog added as my eyes widened, glancing over towards the forest where I had assumed my headache of a man had disappeared.
"Go easy on him Shorty. Man doesn't know what he signed up for." T-Dog joked as I scoffed, flipping him the bird before marching away to my tent to gather my weapons.
I hadn't told anyone I was going out to search for Daryl though I had assumed T-Dog would instantly know where I was going as I took off just as soon as he told me where the redneck had gone. I hadn't wasted any time, I grabbed my weapons and quickly made my way to the treeline where I found myself frozen.
I don't know where the feeling came from, but something deep inside my chest was telling me to stay behind, to not go out into the forest. I swallowed heavily at the feeling, hesitantly peering over my shoulder towards the farm where I could barely see forms moving about the yard, going about their day.
What the hell was that feeling? I couldn't pinpoint it and honestly, I didn't like it. But I needed to see Daryl. For whatever reason, I hadn't seen him since I had confessed, now almost 2 days prior. Luckily the man hadn't been around when I had gone off with Rick and Shane though I had to be honest, I was growing to love the man's jealous side.
I took one step into the forest before the gut feeling came back, barreling into me like a semi-truck. I lost my breath, stumbling into a nearby tree before looking around alarmed, wondering if I had been shot with the force behind the feeling. When I found no wound and no one within the vicinity, I stumbled away from the tree, swallowing the bile attempting to crawl up my throat and stared deep into the forest.
Whatever this feeling was, whatever was trying to get me to stay, it was something big. But what? I wondered instantly if it had something to do with something coming in the story line, so I began picking through my mind for anything of interest about to happen. With the way my mind was flustered, I couldn't pinpoint a single thing of interest and sighed, slapping my forehead in frustration. When I wanted to remember a plot line, why couldn't I?
Fuck.
I had really hoped being here for as long as I had, fate wouldn't continue to be cruel and erase what I knew. But that couldn't be possible because I still knew the prison was coming up along with Terminus, so why couldn't I remember something happening at the farm? Shane taking Randall out and killing him, no, I knew that wasn't going to happen for a few days. I'd be back before then, I promised myself.
I sighed in frustration, both irritated that I couldn't pinpoint something happening today, I took a step back away from the treeline. I shouldn't go in there, something wanted me to stay back at the farm but...but I needed to find Daryl. I needed to see that redneck's scruffy face just to know that he was alright. But, who was I kidding? He's a Dixon, nothing can kill him but himself, that's what he said about Merle.
No, I needed to find him. Re-patch whatever relationship I had destroyed with him because I couldn't live in this world without him. As greasy as that sounded, it was true though it would probably take me years to finally admit that verbally to anyone.
Pressing my eyes tightly shut, I took one more breath and stepped back into the forest, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest telling me to stay and took off running. Before long, that pain had all but disappeared and I was finally left alone to search for the man that continuously did things to me.
I had lost count on time, the longer I was out there searching for that man before I had finally come across a blood stain against a tree stump. My heart had instantly dropped into my stomach as I dashed towards it, the AK I had taken out with me swinging onto my back as I swiped my finger against the mess. Lifting my hand to my nose, bile rose further in my chest as I realized this wasn't walker blood, with no nasty tinge to it, I knew it wasn't walkers blood.
Horror and panic filled my belly as my eyes shot around, looking for any sign of where the man could have gone if he was injured. I had half a mind to scream out for him, but with the threat of walkers in the vicinity, I don't think...
"DARYL!" Who the fuck was I kidding? If the man was hurt, I had to find him, quick. Any care for walkers nearby overhearing me, quickly went out the window as I saw a leaf just a few feet ahead with another blotch of blood smeared across it.
"DARYL!" I screamed again in panic, rushing past the blood smear, finding more and more as I continued to run on.
"DARYL! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I yelled in a half sob, letting out a pathetic whimper when I got no answer while I stood there, gazing in all directions.
"Fuckin' Christ.." I muttered, wiping my unshed tears as I pulled the AK out in front of me again, planning on killing any walker I stumble across just to feed my frustration.
"Daryl!" I yelled again, not as loud as the previous ones as I stumbled through the hip high brush, my gun ready for anything.
Two more minutes past before I had all but dropped to my knees in some mud, all the energy I had entered the forest with, now completely gone as I finally let the tears fall from my eyes. Was he hurt? Was he okay? Was he still alive? All these thoughts continued to run rapidly through my mind feeding my fear as I let out a soft sob, my grip on my gun tightening as I tried to compose myself enough to get my ass off the ground and continue searching.
"DARYL!" I cried once more, my heart pounding loudly in my ears as I dropped my head into the mud beneath me.
"ANA!" My heart soared into my throat briefly at the sound, wondering if my ears were playing tricks on me as I slowly rose my head from the mud, my eyes searching the brush.
"ANA! WHERE ARE YOU?!" The voice shouted again as I opened my mouth to scream out to the voice, the voice I hoped was Daryl only for a snarl just over my left shoulder sending me squealing in fright instead.
Having been caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the walker, I fell over onto my back, the creature falling completely over me as my empty hands shot up, one holding her neck, the other attempting to push the festering woman off of me.
"ANA! ANSWER ME!" It was Daryl, he was okay and nearby. I couldn't help but smile through my tears, crying out as the walker grew a bit closer to me, the mud coating my hands and arms doing nothing to push her further away from me.
"DARYL!" I screamed this time, the splatter from the walkers mouth spraying against my neck and chest as I turned my head, eyeing the ground beside me for something of use before the stomping of boots hitting the ground frantically echoed through my head. My eyes shot up and above me where Daryl bursted through the brush, his bow already mid-swing as he swung it fully, hitting the walker in the face and send it reeling back. I quickly took the opportunity, pushing myself to sit up before I scurried out of the way for Daryl to finish off the walker with a huff.
I didn't care that I had been seconds from being walker chow. All I cared about was seeing my redneck standing in front of me, my eyes scanning what skin I could find for injuries, though I visibly came up with none. I clambered from the ground just as he turned, his mouth opening to no doubt scold me before I threw myself at him.
What can I say? I couldn't help it.
Author's POV...
Daryl yelped in surprise, stumbling at the force behind the woman throwing herself at him as his bow hit the ground. He stood, stalk still for a few seconds, not sure how to respond to the physical contact before he heard her let out a small sniffle. Was she crying? What the fuck had happened?
He gripped her shoulders tightly, pulling her forcefully from him before eyeing her from head to toe in concern, wondering if she had gotten hurt or worse, bitten.
"Why ya cryin'? Ya okay? What the fuck ya doin' out here?" Daryl scolded darkly as Ana eyed him up, her eyes scanning his face quickly.
"Are ya hurt? Ya bit?" She began fiddling over him, Daryl gaping as she began to lift what clothing she could get her hands on. Daryl's cheeks flared up uncomfortably before he all but pushed her away just to get some distance before he did something he'd regret.
"What the hell ya goin' on 'bout?" He spat defensively as he began adjusting his clothes, his pants in particular.
"I saw blood on a tree a bit back, though it was yours. Ya alright?" She asked hesitantly, realizing she had stepped over a line by touching him without permission.
"Fuckin' fine. Blood was the coneys. Killed it back there, cleaned it out too." He grumbled, his eyes downcast to the rope of bunnies hanging from his belt as she chewed on her lip in relief, relieved to hear that he was alright.
"What 'bout ya? Yer alright?" He asked, his eyes doing a once over again as she gazed down her own form, realizing how dirty she looked after rolling around in the mud with that walker. Fuckin hell, she looked like a disaster.
"M fine." Ana answered, suddenly extremely embarrassed for her appearance though it never seemed to phase her before.
It was quiet between the two of them, awkwardly quiet as Ana tried to figure out what to say without embarrassing herself further while Daryl just silently stood there.
He wasn't stupid. He knew to some that he may come across a bit more dense than normal, but he wasn't. He had caught what she had spewed at him a few days ago and still, it made his heart thump painfully loud in his chest. He felt his cheeks flaring up again as her words echoed through his mind, the look on her face after realizing what she had said, doing nothing but feed his uncertainty that maybe she hadn't meant it. How could she?
She was the complete opposite of him. Smart, outgoing, kind and gorgeous. What would a woman like her see in a man like him? She could have anyone else, even in this shit world, yet she had spoken those words to him.
She hadn't meant it. He knew. She had just spoken a lie to get him off her back about something going on between her and Rick. Something had to be going on. Though she had denied it, multiple times, he wasn't blind. He saw the way Rick eyed her when he thought no one was looking. The smile that would grace her face whenever the two were talking together.
Seeing her react that way with Rick did nothing but send his blood boiling deep beneath his skin. He hated the sheriff, hated him. He had played with the idea of sending one of his bolts through the man's skull numerous times, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't fathom seeing the look of despair or hate on Ana's face if he really went through with his threats.
He shut his eyes, cursing himself to death at being such a pussy over something like this. Why the fuck was he acting this way? And because of a woman? One he hadn't known long. Why was he reacting this way to a simple sentence anyone could easily say? Why was it when he saw her talking to another man, even someone like China man who he knew she held no romantic feelings for, he fought with himself not to blow past her and pin the man to the nearest surface? Why was it the moment he noticed her demeanor or emotions change, he wanted nothing more to find out who dared to hurt her and kill them unforgivably?
He realized he found himself hovering around her more often, making sure she was alright, fed, slept as she should. He made sure the land was safe around her. While she slept at night, he snuck out of his own tent and circled the area, making sure there weren't walkers within the area so that she could sleep peacefully through the night. Whenever he saw Shane silently festering over his thoughts, making to approach her and start up trouble, he quickly made his presence known, his bow on his shoulder in a silent threat that said 'if ya lay a fuckin' hand on 'er, i'll kill ya from here.' He wouldn't let anyone hurt her anymore, emotionally or physically, if they were stupid enough to, they'd answer to him and to him alone.
Fuckin' hell. Why did he suddenly feel this way?
"M sorry if what I said the other day pissed ya off." Her voice sliced through his thoughts causing his eyes to snap open to meet hers as she pulled her flannel free to use it as a makeshift towel, wiping what mud she could get to.
"I ain't fuckin' mad. Whatcha take me for?" He grumbled defensively bending down to retrieve his bow from the ground.
"Ya looked fuckin' mad so I just assumed..." She muttered innocently as Daryl scoffed, cutting her off.
"Stop assumin' shit." He spat as she turned and scoffed this time.
"That's grand comin' from ya, el Presidente of the assumin' shit club." She snapped back, hating the fact that he was now throwing random shit in her face when she was trying to apologize and mend whatever relationship she had with the man.
"I ain't assumin' shit." He barked, turning to head back into the forest as she laughed loudly, catching his attention.
"Ya don't assume shit? Don't make me fuckin' laugh! Just the other day, ya assumed I was shackin' it up with Glenn and then after that was Rick! It's fuckin' called assumin' shit if ya ain't got the balls to ask me yerself ya piece of shit!" Okay, so she blew up, big time. She had come out here to apologize but then thought he had fuckin' died and then almost got herself killed in the middle of her emotional breakdown. Now this douchebag with legs was dodging her fuckin' apology and talkin' about shit that was already days old!
Daryl spun quickly to face her, his eyes wide with fire as she unconsciously took a step back at the look in his orbs.
Had she gone over the line? Who the fuck cares? This asshole deserved to hear this and more.
"I came out 'ere to fuckin' apologize for pissin' ya off or whatever what I said did ta ya. Ya fuckin' disappeared after I said it so I fuckin' 'assumed' yer mad or disgusted by what I fuckin' said. I came across the fuckin' coney blood and instantly thought yer were...fuck...I thought ya were hurt so I ran out here lookin' for ya. Thanks for helpin' me with that nasty sack of shit but I ain't got the patience to stand here and fuckin' listen to ya dodge my apology." By the end of her mini-rant, she was huffing and puffing, her chest heaving as she tried to keep her frustration to a minimum while Daryl stood there silently eyeing her up.
"Did ya mean it?" His next question was like a curveball as she had to catch herself from dramatically falling over. Blinking, confused by what he might be referring to, she assumed he either meant what she had just ranted about or her confession? Shit, what if he meant her confession? Fuckin' hell, was she ready ta repeat what she had said two days prior? Hell no, she wasn't but she also did not enjoy the man avoiding her. Wait, what if she admitted to it and then he began avoiding her? What the fuck was she going to do then? Well, she could lie, but what if he avoided her for that too? Hell, anythin' she did was sure to blow up in her face.
"Am I just supposed to fuckin' assume what yer referrin' to?" She spat back, deciding the safer route to this conversation so that she had the opportunity to inspect his reaction to either side before she decided on how to proceed.
Daryl's eyes hardened before he snorted, turning to head away from her once more, startling her as she hadn't accounted for the fact that the man would decide to just leave the conversation hanging like this.
"Daryl!" She found herself yelling for him without realizing it as he slowed before coming to a complete standstill.
She had to say something, anything to get him to stay. But she didn't know which answer was the right answer. What if whatever she said made him step further away from her, but she didn't know what answer would do that. Was she willing to sacrifice what pride she had left for this man?
Fuck ya she was.
"Everythin' I said was true. Now and back at camp. I had planned ta fuckin' keep that shit to myself, but it came out without me realizin' it till it was too late. It's alright if ya don't feel the same way, I don't expect ya too, but I just...I don't want ta lose..." She found herself fighting to continue her sentence, a stone growing in her stomach with the possibility of what her next words could mean to them.
"Lose what?" Daryl darkly asked, tilting his head, egging her to finish her sentence as she chewed into her bottom lip before sighing, what pride she had left completely crumbling beneath her.
"Lose ya. Aside from Glenn and T, yer the only one here that I can count on for anythin'. So when I saw the blood, worse came ta mind and I came runnin'. But, I wanted ta keep everythin' to myself because I didn't want ta lose ya, scare ya away from me. So, I'm sorry if what I said pissed ya off or put ya out, just please don't..." She had once again found herself on the verge of tears. Just the thought that everything she had just spilled to Daryl could completely backfire on her, was scaring the living shit out of her that she was now beginning to shake nervously.
Daryl didn't know what to say, what to do as he saw the way her eyes began to gloss over from her unshed tears causing a crack to rip down his heart. He took a step forward, his mouth opening to say something though nothing came out. He wanted to embrace her, pull her into his chest and hold her tightly but he couldn't. That wasn't him. He wasn't the romantic type, he didn't do the romance. If his brother could see the way he was acting now, he was positive Merle would reel into him so hard, he'd be feeling it for years to come.
Clenching his free hand, he turned away, unable to take the heartache on her face much longer. He was sure, if he had stared long enough, he would cave. He knew, she had the ability to get him to cave and do anything for her. She didn't know it, but she had him wrapped around her pinky finger and that alone scared him. He had never met a woman that had such a hold on him, and now that he had, he wasn't sure what to do.
"Daryl...please..." her beg snatched him by the heartstrings as his eyes snapped up, realizing that she had allowed her previous tears to finally fall, the fear in her eyes the last straw as he dropped his bow, marching over, startling her by his approach.
His body had a mind of its own as his hands immediately grabbed for her face, pulling her flush against him as he pressed his chapped lips to her addicting ones.
Ana let out a yelp of surprise as his familiar lips were suddenly pressed to her own, her body freezing, unsure what to do or how to react till her body finally kicked into gear. She dropped her machete, her hands snapping up to wrap around his neck, her fingers burying themselves into the hair at his nape.
Was this really happening?
What did this mean?
Did this mean he liked her?
Or did he have a habit of just kissing any girl?
Fucking hell, maybe this was all out of pity. She had been crying after all.
How fucking embarrassing?!
She went to pull away, wanting to voice her uncertainty only for the man's grip to drop down to her hips, pulling her closer to him, silently telling her he wasn't about to let her go. Ana groaned in frustration, wanting to push away further but finding it impossible by the grip he had on her along with the fact that she was quite enjoying his lips mashing against her own.
As Daryl turned his head, tilting slightly to the side awkwardly, his nose brushed her own only for her to let out a squeal of pain, her form all but shooting away from is, her hand pinned to her face.
"What? What happened? Ya hurt?" Daryl stepped up in concern as she continued to stand there, whimpering as she held her flannel to her bruised nose. How could she have forgotten about her broken nose?
"m fine." She mumbled, unable to open her eyes to meet his as she concentrated on not whimpering like a pussy.
"Ain't fine, what the fuck happened ta ya nose?" Daryl's scent invaded her space as she slowly pried her eyes open, once she was sure she wouldn't break down into another tear-filled emotional psychopath in front of the man.
Ana opened her mouth to explain what the hell had happened but then snapped her jaw shut when she realized Daryl hadn't known anything about her leaving yesterday. She stood there, silently, staring at him from over her rolled up flannel, wondering what the fuck she should say to him. She had just patched up whatever relationship she had with the man, well, she thought she did, did she really want to destroy it all over again by lying? Safest answer was to lie, don't tell him anything that happened but fuck, she'd just be messing up, wouldn't she? Fuckin' hell.
"Went out with Rick yesterday ta make sure that kid didn't die on the way out." She carefully began as she watched the way Daryl's eyes darkened, his lips pressed in a firm line.
"Where the fuck did ya go?" He asked under his breath as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.
"18 miles out. Next town over, went ta drop him at an abandoned site we came across." She added as Daryl slowly nodded, though his eyes clearly showed he wasn't gonna take such an explanation from her.
"Things kinda...got out of hand." She whispered the last part, hoping he didn't hear her though who was she kidding?
Daryl's eyes widened as he took a step towards her again, pinning her to the trunk of a nearby tree, not allowing her to go anywhere till he got all the info he needed from her.
"What the fuck happened?" Daryl deep voice shook her down to the core as his warm breath blew across her face.
"Shane...he..." she hesitantly began to explain before a growl ripped through Daryl's chest and out his mouth. He pushed away from her angrily, swiping his bow from the ground once more before heading in the direction she knew to be the farm.
"Daryl! Wait!" She charged after him, already knowing where he planned to go and what he wanted to do.
"Why the fuck did ya go with them?! Why!?" He spun, snapping at her in frustration as she slowed to catch up with him.
"No fuckin' point in wastin valuable gas if the kid died halfway there. Wanted ta make sure he lived the entire 18 miles." She explained like it was the most obvious explanation which only sent Daryl snorting in disbelief.
"Ya went because of him or because of Rick? Which is it?" He defended as her eyes widened, realizing he was now, once again, suggesting she went for Rick.
"Not that. You were flirting with Rick!" Glenn's words echoed through her head at Daryl's accusation, his words clutching her heart tightly.
"I don't...I don't fuckin' like Rick, Daryl. I've told ya, time and time again, it's not him I like or do I need ta spell it out for ya?" Ana knew she was getting defensive but she couldn't help it. When she thought she had mended whatever it was between her and Daryl, when she thought the man finally understood her feelings and possibly returned him, this jackass of a man took two steps back and pushed them both back to square one.
"Then why the fuck would ya go if ya knew that dickless asshole was goin' too?" Daryl glanced over at her from over his right shoulder, his eyes wavering slightly between being uncontrollably angry and innocently confused.
"Because, no one aside from the both of us has the fuckin' balls to help where it needs to be. Shane or no Shane, ya know I ain't gonna sit on my ass all fuckin' day and paint my damn nails. I need ta be doin' somethin' and that somethin' was helpin' Rick take a no good douche across the state line. I would have fuckin' told ya if ya didn't run off, but they were leavin' as soon as I got up. Didn't have the fuckin' time to search the mountainside for ya." Okay, she was lying out her ass about telling him shit about running off but the less he knew, the better. He already knew too much about her going off with Rick and Shane.
Daryl didn't say anything for a few passing moments before he turned to face her, his eyes intently narrowed in on her face.
"And the fuckin' broken nose?" He asked already fidgeting for her answer as she sighed, staring at him suddenly exhausted. She knew she couldn't get around this. She was over lying to the man, knowing nothing good would come out of it, so fuck it, she told herself.
"Shane lost it out there. Wanted ta kill the kid as soon as we fuckin' got there. I was patchin' his leg up one last time before we ditched him and Rick and Shane got into an argument. Too many fuckin' chiefs in the kitchen if ya catch my drift. Shane pulled a gun..." Ana's eyes darted up to meet Daryl's eyes at that confession, watching the way they darkened ever so slightly.
"He tried ta shoot the boy but I was blockin' him. Pushed both me and the kid out of the way. Rick and Shane started fighting so I jumped in. Wasn't about ta sit back after that. Shane elbowed me in the fuckin' face and held me down with his gun aimed at me..."
She should have known, anything pertaining to that man would send Daryl into a frightening rage.
Promise I will get into Daryl's POV about his feelings in the next chapter lol I know a lot of you have been asking for that, so it's coming!
Until next time~