Hey friends. Sorry to leave you with such a boring chapter but remember, it's a slow love story and I need to put some plot and story in there. It can't all just be naughty, lusty stuff :P
Anyways, this chapter might have a little of that. Please give me some reviews, I like to know how you guys think the story is going. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Rated-R for violence and sexual content, use caution if you don't want to read!
Daryl got his crossbow ready and as soon as he saw people gathering for the town meeting he found Rick and told him to tell Deanna that he wasn't feeling well and stayed home.
He then made his way to the front gate where Sasha was taking up watch for the night. Sasha knew where Daryl was going, "Be careful out there, Daryl. That kid knows people will be looking for him. He'll be dangerous."
Daryl grunted and looked at her, "Not as dangerous as I'll be when I find his sorry ass."
With those words he opened the gate and broke out into a jog in the direction of the general store. The kids foot prints should be somewhat visible still. That kid was dead, walking.
Denise made it back to the house a little before the meeting ended, she already knew some of the details already. She wanted to check in on Carl to see if he was doing any better.
She opened the door and looked over to the bed, seeing Carl laying there, staring at the ceiling.
"Did you get any sleep?" Denise asked.
Carl hadn't heard her come in and shot up quickly, looking over at her eagerly, "Did you find Daryl?"
Denise held her smile in when she walked over to him to change his IV bag, "No I didn't but your dad said he wasn't feeling well and stayed home."
Carl looked down at his lap and turned pale, he knew that was a lie. Daryl was probably outside of the wall by now, probably already found him.
"Carl are you feeling alright? You look pale," Denise put her hand on Carl's forehead and then pushed him down so he would get some rest, "You need some sleep, I'll be in the kitchen making some dinner if you need me."
Carl laid there on the bed with his heart in the pit of his stomach. He was more worried that Daryl was out there by himself in the dark. Would he ever see him again?
Daryl was at the General Store now, he had to kill a few walkers along the way but he finally made it. He walked to the back of the store and found the kid's footprints in the dirt. He bent down to see where they were leading, towards the woods. He started to jog a little, looking down at the footprints every now and then to see if he was going in the right direction.
He saw them leading towards Alexandria. Daryl started to run faster now, they led to the spot of the wall Carl and the kid had jumped down from before. The footprints stopped at the wall. Daryl was worried now, was he still after Carl? He climbed up the wall and over it, looking down to find the right footprints. They led into the unoccupied house in front of him.
Daryl saw the back door was slightly open so he snuck through the backyard to get to the back of the house. He put his back to the house and softly stepped towards the door. He looked into the house through the sliding glass door and then slid it open as quietly as he could.
As he stepped in he took a once over glance and didn't see anyone, so he started walking through the house, going room by room. Daryl found no one on the bottom floor and started up the stairs, twisting his body to walked up backwards so he could cover his back if someone was looking down at him from the railing. Still no one there.
Daryl made it to the top of the stairs and heard some shuffling in the furthest room from the stairs, he could see there was a small light on. He inched towards the door and then kicked it in, pointing his crossbow at the boy on the floor. It was that little shit.
Ron jumped when Daryl kicked the door in, he leaned back on his hands, putting one out "H-hey man, it's all a mistake. I didn't kill him, he's fine right? So can't we just forget about what happened and let it go?" Ron begged, terrified.
Daryl pointed his crossbow at Ron's leg and shot one of his arrows. The arrow logged into Ron's inner thigh and he yelled and fell back in pain, grabbing at the arrow.
"Oh god, please. Please don't kill me man…" Ron clung to his leg and began to cry.
Daryl was at the point of no return. He was tired of people messing with Carl, he was a good kid and people just wanted to hurt him. That time was done. Daryl would see to it.
He walked over to the kid and punched him in the back of the head, knocking him out. He grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder to carry him downstairs.
Daryl looked around the backyard to see if anyone was there and then started to walk to the wall. He carried the kid up the pegs and jumped down. He started walking, just walking. He didn't know when he was going to stop, he wanted to be far enough away from Alexandria so that no one would get in his way.
When he found a good, isolated spot, he put the kid down and pushed him against a tree. Tying him up. Ron started to come too, "H-hey, where are we? Wha- you're tying me up? Hey, can't we talk about this?"
Daryl didn't say a word. He just tied the kid up and then started to walk away. He could hear Ron yelling for help, then yelling louder, probably from a walker getting closer to him, then pained screams, then it was quiet. It was done.
He started to jog now to get back to Alexandria before people woke up. It was still dark but the birds had started to chirp which meant the sun was going to rise soon.
Daryl had made it to the front gate, Sasha saw him and opened the gate. She knew that it had been done and didn't say anything. She climbed back up to her post and sat down.
Daryl walked to the Medic House and looked in the window, Denise wasn't downstairs, she must have gone to bed upstairs. He went to the back of the house and opened the door quietly, making his way over to Carl's bed. He sat down in the chair next to the bed to wait for Carl to wake up.
That didn't take very long. Carl heard the chair squeak and he shot up in bed, turning towards the sound.
"Daryl…" Was all he could get out, he wanted to cry but he kept it in. His voice sounded crackly from him worrying about Daryl.
Daryl stood up and stepped next to Carl's bed, reaching out and grabbing his face. He leaned down and kissed him full on the lips, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Carl wasn't resisting, he laid down slowly, keeping the kiss intact as he did so.
Daryl followed him down but climbed on top of Carl on the bed, moving Carl's legs to either side of him. He moved one of his hands down Carl's chest and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping his hand into Carl's pants. He started to rub Carl's now erection through his underwear, Carl let out a muffled moan and tried to break the kiss but Daryl wasn't having it.
Carl started to squirm underneath Daryl, letting out small moans and gasps from the rubbing. Daryl then slipped his hand under Carl's underwear and pulled his erection out, slowly rubbing it.
The slow rubbing is all Carl needed, he had never done this before, not even on his own. It got him so excited and he came all over himself and Daryl, making a loud, muffled moaning noise.
He laid there, the kiss was now broken, he was panting and staring lustfully up at Daryl.
Daryl leaned down and licked Carl's neck and then whispered in his ear, "Let me clean you up."
He did so, cleaning himself up and Carl. When he was done he looked over at Carl and saw that he was passed out. He went over and kissed him on the lips softly and walked out. The sun was rising now but he didn't care. He was in love with Carl and happy.
I hope this made you happy friends. :) It made me happy. More to come! No pun intended….