Heart of Dixon

Chapter 22: Happy Dances!

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Robin's POV

I was grinning like a fool after I walked out of the room, I was so close to kissing Daryl. Sadly Hershel had to interrupt, but I would get my chance again. I was going to get me some Daryl sugar, if it was the last thing I was going to do. I went down stairs where the others were preparing for some dinner. I remember vaguely Hershel grumbling about it, he couldn't wait for them to leave.

It was strange thinking myself no longer a part of Rick's group now. I don't want to name names-Lori, Shane, and Andrea-but some of them didn't want me to be a part of them now. However Hershel was fine with me staying. I was fine with it too, until I thought about Daryl. If he left then I was going with him, I didn't want to be apart from him.

"Hey Robin, you want to help out." Carol asked from the kitchen.

I looked up and smiled, "Sure." I joined her and peeled some potatoes.

"So how's Daryl doing?" She asked while stirring something.

"He was badly hurt, he fell on an arrow out there, but Hershel fixed him up so he'll be fine. He's staying in my bedroom tonight." I explained.

Carol sighed, "I'm just fine that he's alright. That man means a lot to me, you know." She said softly.

I jerked my head to look at her and narrowed my eyes slightly. I didn't really want to admit it, but I felt a little bit intimidated by those words. I wasn't the best when it came to other women crushing on the same guy, I didn't get openly jealous or competitive nor was I ever mean to the girls.

"Yea, he means a lot to me to." I said peeling the potatoes faster now.

"Sophia's daddy never cared about her the way Daryl did today." Carol went on, "I was losing hope the other day, and he brought me a flower." She laughed softly, "Can you imagine that, Daryl giving a woman a flower?"

"Oh, that's so sweet." I said as normal as I could, I was really peeling these potatoes now. In my head I thought- Oh, he got you a flower, how cute! But did he jizz all over your panties and almost kiss you?

Carol kept going on like a love-sick teenager about Daryl, not noticing how I was practically mauling with potatoes with fury, she only seemed to notice when the peeler slipped and peeled off the top layer of my thumb, "Oh Robin, dear, are you alright?!"

I set the potato and peeler down and ran water over the wound, "I'm fine. It's not the first time that happened. I used to peel potatoes at a catering company." I took a paper towel and pressed it to the wound.

"I best show this to Hershel." I slipped away and ran up the stairs. I was thankful for the escape, but I wish it wasn't at the expense of my thumb. I was peeling way to fast and hard that I screwed up, but at least I didn't have to hear Carol.

I gently knocked on the door, "Hey Hersh, could I borrow a Band-Aid, I had a small kitchen accident." I laughed sheepishly. Behind the door I could hear Hershel grumble about something and then Daryl say, "Stop bugging me and check on her, you don't know her like I do. With her luck, she could be have cut off her hand."

A second later Hershel opened the door a crack and looked out, "Yes, Robin?"

I held up my bleeding thumb, "I had an oopsie." I grinned goofily even though my thumb was screaming in pain.

He sighed, "It amazes me how you were able to survive this long."

I nodded, "You and me both, Hersh." I wasn't thrown back by his scolding in the slightest. Behind the door, I heard Daryl chuckle. I stood on my tip toes trying to see over Hershel at Daryl, but the old man moved to block me.

"How about I join you in the hall?" Hershel asked, but didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed his first aid kit and closed the door behind him so fast I couldn't peek at my lovely redneck.

I started firing away questions while Hershel inspected my hand, "How is he? He doesn't have any other wounds right?"

Once again Hershel sighed, "He's fine. Why you worrying about that boy? What does he mean to you?" He asked cleaning my hand.

My smile disappeared and I swallowed. I looked Hershel in the eye, "He means everything to me, Hersh. I would have given up a long time ago if it wasn't for him."

Hershel seemed to think over what I said and then nodded while he bandaged my hand, "You've known him longer, but I still want you to be careful."

I gave him a thumbs up with my hurt thumb, "Will do, Hersh."

He chuckled, "I think it's safe to go back in." Hershel wasn't able to finish before I hurried into the room scaring the crap out of Daryl.

"Shit Bitty, give me a damn heart attack." He grumbled while lying down on the bed again. Now he was cleaner, bandaged, and wearing fresh jeans. I did a happy dance on the inside seeing him shirtless. Daryl wasn't ripped, but he was still sexy as hell to me.

"My bad." I laughed.

"What happened to your hand?" He motioned towards it with his chin.

"Oh this." I laughed sheepishly, I figured I was about to get a scolding from Daryl, "It's fine. Only needed a Band-Aid."

"What happened, Bitty?" Daryl asked impatiently.

I looked down at my shuffling feet, "I might have…skinned it…while peeling potatoes."

Daryl grimaced and shook his head, "You always getting hurt. I think I might have to tie you down or lock you up so you won't get hurt anymore."

I smirked, "Daryl, I had no idea you were in to that stuff. I learn more and more every day the stuff we have in common." Daryl blushed.

"Wicked woman." He grumbled under his breath making me laugh softly. I went around the bed and laid down beside him.

"What you doing, Bitty?" He asked staring at him oddly.

"I'm climbing in my bed." I replied laughing.

"Why?" He asked pulling the covers over his chest.

"Because I want to and it's my bed." I said simply, "Plus you're lying on it, so it's even more inviting." I winked making Daryl blush again.

"Your bed? That mean you're part of Hershel's people now?" Daryl asked making me stop getting comfortable and look at him.

"Yes." I said slowly. I was hesitant, I haven't talked to any of the group about being invited into Hershel's little group. It was happened and the Greene's just included me with them. I wasn't quite sure how Daryl would react, but I doubted that it would be positive.

"You don't want anything to do this no more?" His voice already taking a defensive tone.

"That's not it, Dare-bear." I said, missing calling me heinous nicknames, "After I got back-what I had to do to get back-I thought you wouldn't want me to be a part of y'all anymore. Hershel told me I could stay with them, so that's what I've been doing."

"You thought we wouldn't want you but you just didn't give in and lay down while they did disgusting shit to you? Bitty, I thought you were smart." Daryl scoffed, "Turns out you're a stupid as a box of frogs."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Hey now! No need to get mean. I could steal kick you out of my bed!"

"What gave you that idea that we wouldn't want you?" Daryl asked.

I sat up while leaning on my arm, "Umm, let's see, there's the looks I get from Shane, Andrea, and Lori and let's not forget that thing Rick keeps saying, 'We don't kill the living'."

Daryl scoffed again, "Shane, Andrea, and Lori got a stick up there ass, don't mind them. Rick said that before one of our own got kidnapped and nearly…" Daryl stopped when he saw me tense, "You did what you had to and no one blames you for it. I don't even know why you're beating yourself up about it."

"You were right about me not having it in me to kill someone." I sniffed feeling tears starting to form in my eyes, "I killed four men, but I feel terrible about it. I'm not strong, Daryl." I gave a humorless laugh, "I'm not even sure how I managed to survive this long." I looked away from Daryl's face, but I turned back when I heard him move.

"My God, you really are stupid." He grunted sitting up.

"Daryl, lay back down, you'll hurt yourself." I ordered pressing down on his chest to get him to lay back down, but it was like pushing against a brick wall.

"Not until I get one thing straight." He said gruffly then looked me dead in the eye, "You ain't weak, Bitty. You survived all alone before Rick stumbled on you. No one thought anyone could do it, survive so long by themselves with only a crowbar, but you did it. You fought those men with a dislocated arm and a concussion, if that ain't tough then I don't know what is. So for fuck sakes stop crying and feeling bad for yourself before I have to knock some sense into you."

I couldn't help but sob when Daryl finished, he didn't hurt my feelings or scare me with his gruff tone, though it sounded insulting. Daryl's words touched my heart and took part of my aching dark feeling inside that had been plaguing me for so long.

"Hey, now, don't cry. I didn't mean it when I said I was going to hit you." He said hesitantly when he saw the tears falling down my face, "I wouldn't ever hit a woman, least of all you." With caution, he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand, "I'm not crying over that, Daryl." I gave a short, watery laugh.

His face crunched up with confusion, "Then what you crying about, Bitty?"

I smiled, "You are by far one of the kindest men I've ever met and you don't even realize it." Without thinking I leaned in close to him and placed a lingering kiss in the corner of his mouth. When I felt Daryl flinch hard, I realized what I did. I didn't want to be the one to kiss Daryl first, I wanted him to kiss me because it would show by that small step that he trusted me. The flinch proved to me that I wasn't there with him yet.

He stared at me, "Why'd you that?"

"Because you deserved it." I said bringing my hand up to caress his cheek making him flinch again. Gently I touched my finger tips to his cheekbone, "And I also wanted to."

"Why'd you want to kiss me?" He asked so quiet I don't think I would have heard him if I hadn't have been sitting right beside him.

I replied in the small quietly soft tone, "Why wouldn't I?" I smiled and looked away shy. I'm normally a very open person when it came to my feelings, but putting those words into action was where I hesitated. I finally looked up at him from underneath my lashes.

"I won't kiss you again again, until you want me to." I said.

"Why?"

"Because I want to trust me." I replied simply. I felt the gust on Daryl's sigh against my cheek, I wasn't expecting anything from Daryl but instead he did something so un-Daryl-like. Daryl brought his hand up to take my cheek in his hand and softly as ever pressed his lips against mine. Though the kiss was soft and did not deepen…I was seeing fucking fireworks. Daryl motherfucking Dixon was kissing me! ME! His lips were on mine and I could hear the angels rejoicing. I wasn't expecting his lips to be soft as they slowly moved against mine. I thought I was going to die of happiness until the thing that normally happens when I'm very happy or dealing with Daryl, something had to freaking ruin it.

The door opened before Daryl and I could pull apart, but when Daryl heard it he pulled away like I was on fire and then settled back on the bed yanking the covers over his back before I could blink. I looked up at our newest interruption to find Carol holding a plate of food and glaring back at me. Her normally harmless blue eyes seemed to take on a cold grey color that only warmed when she turned to look at Daryl.

"I brought you some food." She said trying to put on a smile. It disappeared when she looked up at me, "Could you give us a moment?" Her voice had a cold edge when she asked.

I didn't want to be hostile towards Carol, granted I was jealous earlier but I didn't want this to become a battle over a man. I may be only twenty but I didn't enjoy that high school boy drama. I liked Carol, she was a sweet lady and I wanted to find her daughter. I didn't want to start a battle over Daryl. He wasn't mine, we only just kissed. He could decide he wanted her or no one, though it would heart my heart.

I knelt my brows in confusion then looked at Daryl waiting for his ok. He only nodded then I climbed off the bed and walked around. I could feel Carol's heated gaze on me the whole time as I passed her. I smiled to Daryl once more and gave Carol a sad frown then closed the door.

I rushed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Despite the terrible feeling Carol gave me and the sixth sense drama was coming quickly my way, I started to do a happy dance and sing, "I kissed Daryl. I kissed Daryl. I kissed Daryl." I giggled like a little girl as I shook my butt and jumped about with my hands in the air. At this moment, nothing could bring down my little high.

They kissed! Finally I know, I've been waiting on that kiss since I started writing Heart of Dixon, but this doesn't mean their in a relationship! It was only a kiss and Daryl isn't the man that would just leap right into that, though the kiss was bold for him.

In other news, I'll be writing a short Walking Dead story staring my muse, 0rchidd who drew my cover for Heart of Dixon. She also drew an amazing cover for my sister's fanfiction called You are Fire which is a great Avatar fanfic. She did an amazing job drawing them so in return I'm making her a story. It will have Robin in it but the main character will be Sam who is based off of 0rchidd. The story will start coming out around or after Robin's group reaches the prison since that's where Sam's story will take place. It will be very AU, but that's all I will say about it for now.

'Til next time, I love your faces! ^_^