Hello Pretties! Mommy is back! Sadly this chapter... I'm not too happy about it but I haven't posted anything In a while and the last two reviews I got made me so happy, I felt like I own you guys. I'm planning on remaking the first chapter so look out for that, because I can't say a specific date, I've got 2 jobs now and it's hard to keep up with life. I started another story (back in Feb) but it has like 3 chapters and idk. Go check it out and let me know. I'd like requests too!
***CHAPTER 1 UPDATED***
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As if it was that simple…moving from place to place when they pleased. The shit load thrown to them seemed to grown bigger each time, but more than the fact that the sweet gardening patio had been filled with the plague due to the honor of the Governor, was that he had came back.
He had appeared in her sight like an entity and she was sure that at some point, she was going as bonkers as Rick. Sarcasm made its way to her lips, making them tug upwards in an unbelievable smirk.
Whoever was playing with her had a very dark and obscure sense of humor and it was starting to annoy the little life she had in her left. As she turned her back on the familiar face, she stomped throughout the yard going back into the cell-block. Her heart was beating so hard, she almost guaranteed the walls in the prison would make echoes. To be truthful, it was hard to figure out her feelings. She knew she was angry, filled with rage actually and hurt, but there was something else lingering there, in the depths of her heart, but she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was.
She had long passed the gate to the cells, but she hear them moan in protest as footsteps were heard, along with the voices of the rest of the group.
'Personal space…'
Her ears picked Glenn's voice as he was trying to make his point about something, but her attention went out the window when he passed her in the stairs. For a second, she felt her lungs fail and the palms of her hands turn sweaty as a slight pain in the stomach kicked her, making her lose focus. He wasn't an epiphany. He was there… with his brother. Crimson liquid travelling through her veins felt like hot lava and surely her anger could swiftly be confused for a fever.
All the voices were muffled as she once more tried to comprehend what had just happened on her own in her world.
"He saved your life, Rick" Hershel's voice was heard snapping Alyson back to reality. Glancing around, everyone stayed quiet at the discussion the old man was having with Rick. Alyson's eyes found Maggie's concerned ones to which she simply nodded in reassurance. She knew Maggie knew, because she had told the younger female about it one night.
"Think about it." was the last thing Hershel said to Rick, before the ex-sheriff took his leave. As if moving on their own, her eyes followed the older Grimes male out the gate to the cells until he disappeared. Her eyes shifted and pretty soon she found her gaze on Merle as he glared right back at her with mischief in his eyes.
"I'm fine, Mag" Alyson smiled as best as she could, trying hard to convince herself at the fact that Daryl was back and she wasn't ready to face him.
"You sure? Cause you didn't seem okay when you got the news"
"I promise. I'm calm"
"That doesn't reassure me anything Al.."
"Just trust me" The short-haired Greene hesitated for a second as Alyson cut her off her sentence, obviously getting annoyed. It was then when she knew that the older brunette was lying right through her teeth.
She stood up with a sigh and gave her friend a small squeeze in the shoulder, before grabbing her weapon when Rick approached the cell she and Alyson were talking.
"Take watch. Keep your eyes open and your head down"
Maggie nodded slightly and turned to Alyson.
"Take watch with me?"
Alyson quickly nodded as she stood from the bed and walked out the cell, promising Maggie she would be there with her after she went and picked her own defenses from her cell above.
She went up the other side of the stairs as Rick, Glenn, Hershel, Michonne and Daryl gather together around the other set of stairs and she really didn't feel like imposing on whatever matter they were discussing since they didn't need her.
Swiftly moving through the stairs, she reached the catwalk and stepped on it until her feet finished carrying her to the cell she had her stuff along with Daryl's. Trying to ignore the small flicker of pain in her chest, she stepped on forward and grabbed one of the riffles, giving it a quick check and making sure it was fully loaded, the immediately getting back out as her slender hands reached for her machete, again, making sure it was in its resting place on her hip.
Suddenly she heard heavy booted footsteps, somewhat in a hurry and her eyes moved to search the source, only to find Daryl making his way in the direction of her person, looking rather pissed off.
His blue gaze met with hers and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down before she snapped.
"Fey" He called to her ever so slightly but received a cold glare as she passed him, her arm grazing his muscular one as she made her way.
"Not now, Dixon" Her voice called and he watched her run down the stairs, with a serious look to her features, making his jaw tighten for he knew the reason behind her serious look and cold attitude. He had left. He had failed her.
"I'll go see who has next watch. You don't mind staying here alone?"
"I'll live… Hopefully" The answer came followed by a genuine smile from Alyson's part and Maggie nodded right back at the partner in crime with a smile of her own.
"I won't take long, Ly"
"God! How many fucking names do you people call me?!" Alyson rolled her eyes when she didn't receive a reply. Most likely Maggie left her talking to her own…. As if things weren't already complicated.
The screech of the cell-block's rolling door filled the two minute silence Alyson was contemplating. It wasn't too loud, but loud none the less, especially with how quiet the world seemed to be this days. She looked around for any sight of the young companion she had, but there was none.
Sighing in defeat, she leaned over the guard tower railings and slowly her hands made their way through her head, undoing the bun at the top to keep at bay the slight tinge of a headache that was starting to form. Her eyes closed as she rested her forehead on the railing, feeling the cold metal tubes against her skin while her hair fell all over the place, creating a dark curtain around her face. Her groggy mind was starting to slip away, leaving her hazy as a gentle breeze caressed her legs and arms tenderly, almost deceiving her into peacefulness.
As her body began to give in, the door to the tower's balcony opened, but instead of the light footsteps she would've recognized as Maggie's, heavier ones took place and she felt lost, even scared because she let her guard down.
"Ain't ya supposed to be on watch?"
She straighten her posture, recognizing who that rough voice belonged to. Their eyes met and he bit the inside of his cheek.
Daryl knew he had to at least say something, but he wasn't too sure how to apologize. Truth was, he was guilty and he knew it, because he had left everyone, including her, behind to fend for themselves.
"Didn't figure I was going to be lectured by this"
The icy tone of her voice matched her eyes and now he was even more at a loss as to what he could say. Looking to his left, he watched the scenery. This was too awkward for him.
"Why'd you left, Daryl?"
Her low voice crept into his ears like a whisper. He was sure he wouldn't know how to look at her anymore.
"They don't want mah brother here."
"So you decided to just go on your merry way with him? Is that it? Because I thought things were different."
"He's my brother, Fey. He's my fucking family! You got something against it? I wasn't gonna leave him alone out there for them walkers"He saw the muscles in her jaw tighten, her eyes lowered and a depressing sigh made way out of her lips. He had just snapped and that wasn't supposed to happen.
"I don't and I didn't expect you to, but m-we… what are we to you then? After all this time, after all the shit we have been through together you decided to leave? And with him? Don't get me wrong but… after everything you have told me, you still took his side, Dare?"
Her feet moved to him, leaving her standing in front of the man her heart yearned for. She took in his appearance. His hair was longer and his skin tanner. His eyes showed kindness, one she didn't really see a lot back when they met a year and a few months ago. Even after all those nights together, she could now see that he's changed to a better version of himself and that was why he was now standing there. It was why he was back.
"Ya do the same for yours" He replied softly when he took notice of her mood. She wasn't angry or raging on him. She just stood there, looking at him in a way he couldn't describe but somehow it made him unable to be angry or snap at her again
"I wouldn't had left them…" The brunette signaled to the prison with a small move of her head. Her hand reach to his face slowly, knowing he always felt uncomfortable with touching, even when they had gone way past it. Still, she didn't feel like ruining the moment.
Gently her frame pressed against him, her arms wrapping him in a hug. A sting in her eyes made her realize how much she truly felt about this man and an inaudible sob went past her lips.
"Don't you ever dare to leave us again, Dare. I won't lose you to this world and certainly not to your brother. I rather die than let that happen.
As his strong arms wrapped around her body frame, she understood his answer. He really didn't have anything to say. He had no words to reply to her, so he let his actions do the talking and she knew.
"There's something you need to know, Daryl…" Shyly taking a few steps back, she still kept her hand lingering on his clothed chest, keeping some kind of connection to him. Somehow in the back of her head, she still felt everything could get ruined, that he could still leave and next time, never return back to them… back to her.
Feeling anxious at her choice of words, his thumb, unconsciously, passed his lips to be met by his teeth. She had a way to say stuff that would get anyone antsy and he knew he wasn't an exception. His heart had managed to start beating faster than usual at her sudden mood change and he then thought of the worst.
"Get damn over with it woman!"
His inner self cringed at his harsh tone, but then again, she was starting to worry him and he didn't liked to be worried.
" I Think I'm in love with you, Daryl Dixon… I don't know when and this wasn't what I wanted…"
Seemed like an instant, but his lips pressed against her pout as her back met the railing. His hands held her in place while he took some advantage and kissed her harder and roughly, bruising her lips slightly.
"Too bad you offered it. Ain't no way In hell you gonna stop now, Fey" He teased while resting his forehead against hers gently, contrary to the kiss they had just shared.
"Share the cell?" He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes, before separating from his form
"Eh… I don't know, Dixon. I-" he interrupted.
"I'll keep the scary monsters away" A small smile tugged on her lips as she entered halfway to the tower.
"Alright, Dixon. See ya in the cage." She gave him a quick playful look, before heading back to the prison. Watch time finally over for her.
