Heart of Dixon
Chapter 23: Happy Birthday Bitty
Ok this chapter is super late. I meant to put it up on my birthday (Nov. 4th) since Robin and I are pretty much the same person (except of course she actually gets Daryl). But life kept getting in the way, so I'm sorry that I haven't been able to update. I hope you love this new chap.
Robin's POV
He kissed me. He actually kissed me! I could not get that thought out of my head. I even dreamt about him kissing me. Granted the dream was different than reality and instead of just a kiss, clothes were taken off...but I was happy with just that kiss. Daryl demonstrated a lot of trust with that kiss, something that also had me jumping for joy. Of course when I went back in the room he was awkward and tried to pretend he was asleep. It brought down my kissy high a little but it was nothing compared to the death look Carol gave me when she came out of my room.
I didn't call Daryl out on his obviously fake sleep. I changed into some pjs then crawled into bed close to him. He flinched a bit when I curled up to his back but he didn't push me away or try to move away. I smiled once more then fell asleep cuddled close to Daryl's warm back.
I woke up the next morning to someone nudging me. With my eyes still closed I swatted them away and mumbled, "Leave me alone." It sounded really muffled by the pillow, but I didn't care. I drew the covers higher over my head then nuzzled my face into something really warm.
Once more I was nudged but this time with a bit more force. Beside my ear someone whispered, "Come on, Robin, get up."
"No. Five more minutes." I mumbled again burying my face between the warm thing and the bed.
Whoever laughed, "It's time to get up, Robin."
I whined, "I don't wanna go to school, mom. The other kids are mean." I wish they would just leave me alone. I pulled the covers to completely cover my head. I rolled the other side of the bed away from the terrible person who was interrupting my wet dream about Daryl. The warm thing tried to escape but I wrapped an arm around it and held myself against the heat radiating from it.
"You think you can get her to wake up?" The person asked.
Underneath my head the warm thing rumbled, "Just let her sleep. This is probably the first night she's gotten a full nights sleep since the woods."
The warm thing was right. I haven't had much sleep since I got out of the woods. I did have a nightmare again but this time Daryl burst in telling me that everything was alright and that it was only just a dream. The nightmare ended with Daryl's amazing lips pressed against mine and his grade A arm porn arms wrapped around me. Of course it also started the wet dream that the evil poking being woke me up from.
It was then it that moment when it finally dawned on me that the warm thing spoke. I didn't know it could speak, I thought it was just a wonderful pillow. With that thought I jerked up and stared down at the warm thing. The warm thing was actually Daryl's chest. Half of me was screaming in joy at the thought of being snuggled up close to Daryl's glorious chest. The other half was screaming in embarrassment of being caught snuggling up to Daryl by said person and another.
"'Bout time you woke up. I thought had to rip off the covers or throw some water on ya." The other person in the room said. Turns out it was Maggie grinning at me and my obvious embarrassment.
I threw myself back down on the bed and yanked the covers over my head. I wanted to just stay here and die. I can't believe I was caught nuzzling Daryl in front of someone, but at least Daryl didn't shove me away. I think that would have made it worse.
"What are you doing, Robin?" Maggie asked.
"Hiding." I replied but my voice was muffled again by the pillows and blankets.
"What she say?" Maggie asked.
"Hold on." I heard Daryl grumble. A second later one edge of the covers lifted to reveal Daryl's face. I peaked up at him and gave him a sheepish smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, "Whatchu doin?"
"Hiding." I repeated, "I'm going to stay here and die."
He gave me a confused look then his head disappeared, "She's hiding. Why do you want her up anyway?"
"Yeah, what he said!" I called out.
"Robin, get out of there." Maggie said tugging at the covers.
"No! I don't wanna!" I yelled while holding the covers firm.
"Carl fessed up. We all know it's your birthday." I could hear the smirk in her voice. Carl, that traitor!
"Wait, it's Bitty's birthday?" Daryl mumbled.
"Yupe. Turns out she and Carl have been secretly talking on some walkie talkies. She told him her birthday was coming up and he told his dad." Maggie explained, "And we all did you something special, so get your butt out of bed before I jump in there with you!"
I let out a sigh. I was still really embarrassed that I was caught and that I didn't realize that it was Daryl I was snuggling but I popped my head out to see Maggie barely holding in laughter.
"Cute bed head." She choked out with a giggle or two.
I stuck my tongue at her, "Oh, suck it!"
She laughed then shook her head, "Anyway, get dressed and come down stairs. We got some surprises for you." With that said, Maggie left the room leaving Daryl and I at an awkward stand still.
After a moment of awkward staring and shuffling feet, he was the first to speak, "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"
I shrugged, "I forgot and it's not that important. I just told Carl while making random conversation."
"I'd say its pretty important." Daryl mumbled while chewing on the pad of his thumb, "Birthdays are special and all that shit."
"Well, it's the end of the world. We can't really get to festive since the dead are trying to eat us. I didn't want to make it a big deal, besides it would only make me miss..." I stopped and wrapped my arms around myself.
"Miss who?" He asked.
I sniffed, "My family. I wasn't that close with them near the end." I laughed without humor, "It's ironic that I didn't want to be around them, but once they're gone... I wish I could take it all back now. I wish I didn't push them away or be so damn stubborn." I muttered.
"Why'd you push them away?" He questioned softly.
I sighed, "That's another story for another time." I grabbed some clothes and made for the bathroom. I let out another sigh when I was safe inside the bathroom. I really wished I didn't tell Carl about my birthday. I know he meant well by telling everyone. He only wanted me to have something special but it was painful.
I should be spending this with my family, my brother, and my friends. Instead I'm holed up in a farm house fighting each day to survive for the hordes of the undead. It's not exactly the 'happy birthday' I wanted, but I will smile and thank them for going out of their way to make the day special for me. I will not get depressed and be happy.
I forced myself to smile then got dressed. I passed my bedroom then went down to the kitchen where everyone waited. In the center of the table was what I guessed to be presents, they were poorly wrapped in newspaper, wrapping paper, and brown bags.
"'Bout time you got down here." Shane complained only to be shushed by Patricia.
"Happy Birthday!" The rest cheered happily. Beth came over with a round cake that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBIN' in bright pink letters.
I couldn't deny it, I was really touched by the effort they put into it. I sniffled and wiped at my face quickly before a tear could fall, "Ah, guys, you didn't have to do all this."
"Oh, be quiet." Maggie shushed me now.
"We wanted to, Robin." Hershel explained, "Every birthday must be cherished."
I had a feeling I was about to go into a long speech about the importance of birthdays, life, and other philosophic things. Others were listening with rapt attention whereas I, the extremely mature Robin, edged closer and closer to the table of presents. Only Rick and Daryl seemed to paying me any attention, both smirking at my secret agent man over to my gifts.
Hershel stopped from his long monologue and turned to me, but I stopped my movement and gave him a wide smile. The others just laughed then turned back to Hershel to hear what else he had to say about the vast importance about cherishing your life and each breath but my eyes were on my presents.
I took another step closer to the table then waited for someone to notice. I knew Rick and Daryl could see me, but they wouldn't say anything. Rick was holding in his chuckling while Daryl chewed on the pad of his thumb with an amused smirk in the fartherest corner from everyone.
I finally stood beside the table with all my poorly wrapped gifts and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. No one has ever done something so sweet for me before and I definitely was not expecting presents. It looked like there was one from everybody in the group, but when did they get all this?
"Alright Robin, you ready to open up your gifts?" Herschel asked.
"Yes!" I sang making everyone laugh. I was ready to lunge for the closest present but Carl grabbed one and handed it to me, "This is from Maggie, Beth, and Patricia." He said.
I took the large soft present wrapped in the funny section of an old newspaper. I laughed a bit admiring it since it was held together by duct tape. I sent them both a smile before tearing into it like a mad man. I let out a gasp once it was uncovered, it was a purple unicorn pillow pet!
"This is awesome! Thank you." I turned to Maggie, Patricia, and Beth, I gave them both a hug before turning back to the table.
Carl handed me a present which I unwrapped. I got a purple sleeping bag and purple backpack from Glenn and Dale. Rick, Lori, and Carl got me a lot of new clothes perfect for the upcoming winter. Andrea got me a simple Swiss Army Knife, she still didn't like me that much from the punch, not that I cared. From T-Dog, I got some amazing combat boots. Herschel gave me a folded poncho for when it rains and a fire-starter kit. Carol, who still was giving me the cold shoulder, gave me a little compass/watch. Jimmy, Beth's boyfriend, gave me a nice machete and hunting knife. Lastly from Shane, I got a canteen.
"Seriously guys when and where did you get this?" I laughed while surveying my stuff. All of it was wonderfully practical gifts for today.
Glenn shrugged, "Maggie and I have been grabbing it when we went out on supply runs. We found a camping store so we grabbed as much as we could."
I smiled, "This is all so amazing and I'm really grateful. Thanks." In turn, I gave everyone a hug (but Andrea, Shane, and Carol since they left the room).
"We're glad you like it." Rick chuckled when he hugged me. Then he took something from behind his back wrapped in an old dirty sack.
"I believe this belongs to you." He said handing it over.
I took it and pulled the sack away to find my beloved crowbar! It was so beautiful with its dried walker at the ends.
"Hey baby, I missed you! It's not the same without you." I cooed while rubbing my cheek down its length.
"Bitty, you do know there's walker shit on that thing?" Daryl spoke aloud finally.
"Shush, we're having a moment." I whispered then went back to my weirdness. I even started to sing a bit, "Reunited and it feels so good!" The others laughed while I serenaded my crowbar but I didn't care. What we had was special and I wasn't going to let it bother me. We're still a better love story than Twilight!
"Let's eat!" Carl cheered making the others laugh. All but Daryl and I followed behind. He stood off to his corner staring back at me.
"How you feeling?" I asked pointing to his side, "Shouldn't you still be in bed."
His eyes narrowed, "I'm fine." He snapped.
"Why do you always get so defensive when I ask you something?" I questioned annoyed.
"Maybe I don't want you asking me stuff and I don't need you worrying about me. I can take care of my self." He answered pushing past me.
I caught his arm and before he could say anything I spoke, "I thought we established this last night. I'm going to worry about you, because like it or not, you are my friend. You know deep down that I am, and you know that you'll be there for me because you have already. We look after each other."
Daryl seemed to go through several different emotions while he listened until he decided. His body became less tense and he nodded after a long moment.
I smiled, "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you it was my birthday, I guess I'm not ready to share my past because its painful."
"Just wish I got you something too." He mumbled, eyes darting around to me then away like he was worried what I would tease him for saying that.
"It's no big deal but I appreciate it." I waved off the thought when smiled when another thought came to me, "You could always give me a birthday kiss."
He gawked at me for a moment, "Why would you want that?"
"Are you kidding? Why wouldn't I?" I smiled flirtatiously.
He looked in in the eyes then his blue eyes darted to my lips. He really seemed to think about it until he heard laughter in the other room which reminded him that we weren't completely alone.
"Go eat some cake, Bitty." He mumbled leaving me pouting.
Daryl helped me carry all my new things up to my bedroom after we ate a large dinner made by Patricia, Maggie, and Lori. Once we were alone in my room, we collapsed back into awkward silence. He stood off to one side of the bed while I stood on the opposite side staring back at him.
I decided to end the silence this time, "So that was all really nice things they did."
I knew it said the wrong thing because Daryl's thumb went back to his mouth, he was uncomfortable.
"Yea." He mumbled.
"I had no clue that they would do that." I stated while fiddling with a sleeve of one of my new shirts. It was purple short sleeve with a yellow cartoon bitty on the front. I smiled down at the design, I bet the reason they got me this shirt was because of the bitty and Daryl's nickname for me.
"I didn't even know it was your birthday." He grumbled bringing this morning again.
"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. If they knew, they would want to do something meaning they would have to go on a surprise run which could end in someone getting hurt and I didn't want someone getting hurt over me." I explained aggravatingly.
"No one got hurt." He said pointing out the obvious.
"Well next time they might." I countered.
Daryl rolled his eyes in reply.
I thought it was over and turned around to look at my stuff again. I grabbed my old worn bag filled with books, clothes, and other things. I was busy sorting through my clothes that I didn't notice that he came up behind me. I only knew he was there until his shadow completely blocked out the light around me.
I turned my head wondering what the heck was blocking out the light to freeze when I saw him towering above. I gulped, he looked so sexy, so powerful standing there above me with his hands down by his sides. His figure blocked out most of the light though he had a white outline around his body. Was I dreaming again?
He didn't say a word so I stood. He was so close to me, I could feel his warmth. I didn't know what was going on, so I asked, "What ya doing, Daryl?"
"I was thinking about what you said." He mumbled.
My face scrunched up in confusion, "What I said?"
"About your birthday...I was thinking...I'm going... Oh fuck it." He spat.
Before I could ask what he was going on about he grabbed me by the head and kissed me. All I could think was, Oh yea, this is a dream. This is definitely a dream.
Then I thought of this was a dream then I going make the most of it. I gripped his head, still conscious of his head wound, and kiss him back with a passion I didn't know was inside me. Daryl took on my passion and dominated the kiss.
His hands left my head and grasped my butt tight making me moan into the kiss. He brought me closer to his body while he forced his tongue into my mouth them forced my tongue into submission.
This definitely was not like the kiss last night. Last night's kiss was hesitant and soft. It lacked passion but it was still sweet. It was an innocent kiss that made me see stars. This kiss was sinful, it whispered promises of dark and primal things that would make my toes curl. This kiss made me melt.
Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, he pulled away. I whimpered but I also needed the break to breathe. Both of us needed oxygen, we were both breathing like we just escaped a horde of walkers.
"Happy birthday, Bitty." Daryl said in a hoarse voice.
Soooo...whatcha think? I hope I made it light and funny enough. There has been so many serious chapter (which is the norm for Walking Dead) but Robin is meant to be like the comedic relief. Let me know what you think and I'm sorry for any errors. I write these on my Kindle now so sometimes I miss things.
'Til next time, I love your faces! ^_^