Welcome to the final chapter of I Just Wanna Die Anywhere Else. Season 4 and 5 will continued into the next story when Fall hits. School is starting in September and I'll need time to adjust to my second year college. It still feels weird saying I'm in college, guess I never thought it would happen. I got filmmaking II, so wish me luck that it works out better than back in Spring. Enjoy!
Rick awoke the following early morning as the sun was peeking through the windows. He rubbed his eyes and sat up with a groan, feeling the joints in his back crack. These weren't the best beds, but they were better than just the cement floor, he figured. Rick hooked his feet over the bed and bent over, slipping on his worn old boots. He sighed, bringing his hand over his face to try and wake up. His blue eyes shifted to the crib, getting to his feet, Rick peeked over seeing Judith sleep peacefully. He turned to stretch his back finding his son asleep on the top bunk. Beside his resting face in the pillow was the treasured music box Carl kept with him. Rick read out the unfinished name, seeing the 'H' freshly overwritten with marker. The teen boy was tending to the trinket tenderly, the box was opened but the music wasn't playing. Carl claimed it was left open to help Judith sleep, but Rick knew Carl needed it for sleep as Judith slept like a rock. Lifting a hand, Rick pressed his fingers onto the lid to close the box.
Getting on a fresh shirt, Rick left the cell as he buttoned up his dress shirt. He let out a soft yawn, approaching Angela and Daryl's cell next door. Not wanting to walk in, be it Daryl gone, it was rude to just walk into someone's cell. Especially a lady's.
"Angela, you awake?" He whispered, adjusting the belt around his jeans. Not hearing a response he leaned against the certain. "Angela?"
Rick thought she might be sleeping from being up late, she had the tendency to get lack of sleep when Daryl was away overnight. He decided to wait a bit and go out to set up work for her.
Out in the yard, Rick was pulling his garden gloves on as he walked toward the horse stable. The new horse was knickering about in the stable, walking and chewing at the grass. "Hungry, girl?" He asked, getting some old dead grass from a nearby wheelbarrow and tossing it into the pen.
The grass was collected from preparing the garden yesterday, to which would be the seeding process today. The chestnut horse gave a sequel to the sight of so much food, trotting over and munching on it instantly. Curious, Rick reach over to touch her neck, seeing her flinch but didn't seem to mind it. He remembered Michonne and Maggie would test how tame this horse was today. He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he eyed the prison, wondering if Angela was just simply ignoring him this morning. He had said some over the line things, but he wanted her to understand Kay's death affected everyone, not just her.
Sounds of an engine broke his thoughts, whipping his head to the gate he spotted Daryl's bike in the distance with the Ford following behind. Rick ran over, slid the gate open and pulled the rope allowing the vehicles to enter the property. Rick let the rope go as walkers started to make there way over. He slammed the gate shut in a rushed manner, locking it up. Rick turned back, catching his breath as he walked over to Daryl just as he turned his bike off. Glenn and Merle in the car rolled up to the prison to unload their finds.
"All good here?" The hunter asked, unmounting his bike.
Rick nodded, "As we'll ever be." he responded.
Daryl looked around, spotting the new creature in the stables. "Caught yerself a horse?" He asked, nodding toward it.
"Maggie and Michonne caught it after you left, Angela was with them." That caught Daryl's attention, his head rose up in concern. Rick held a hand up, "She's alright, nothing happened." he then tilted his head with a shrug. "Well, something did."
"She a'right?" Daryl asked, brows knotting. "Any episodes or break downs?"
"No, nothing like that. She went off on her own, separated from the two finding another horse. She got hurt in a thorn bush, is all." Rick rubbed his neck, shaking his head. "I may have been a bit hard on it over it. I mentioned Kay and…"
Daryl nodded, chewing his lip as he eyed the outer land of the prison. "She still asleep?" Rick nodded. "I'll go talk to her." He offered, mounting his bike and starting the engine up.
The hunter rode the bike up to the prison courtyard and parked it by the other vehicles. Glenn closed the gate, but kept it unlocked as Rick outside headed toward the tower where Michonne was keeping watch. Daryl entered the Block C as Merle was sitting at the table, he watched his little brother walk past toward the cells. He approached he and Angela's cell, moving the curtain and placing the crossbow at the corner by the entrance.
"Angie? I'm home." He announced, looking toward the bed to find it empty.
Frowning, Daryl stepped around looking for any indication she left. Her boots and weapons were gone, the bed was made neatly. Angela had the habit to make the bed when they woke up, but when he felt the bed it was stone cold.
"Damnit." Daryl grabbed his crossbow and rushed outside to see Rick running up to the gate. "Rick!" He barked.
"She gone?" Rick asked, approaching the second gate. "Michonne's gone too," He raised a folded piece of paper in his hand. "Left this."
He slipped it through the chain link fence, Daryl unfolded it reading the letter. It was Michonne's hand writing, it didn't look rushed either.
'Went with Angela. Don't worry.
-Michonne'
Daryl dropped his arm and reread the words again. "She's safe with Michonne, it could be worse." Rick sighed, catching his breath.
Daryl glared up at him, he gripped the gate and slide it open in a rush that it clanged loudly gaining Merle and Glenn's attention. Rick watched him as Daryl marched down the path, Rick followed him.
"Where-"
"Gettin' her back." Daryl told, knowing what he was going to ask.
"Woah, wait. Hold it." Rick tugged his arm, making Daryl yank it back as he turned to him. "If Michonne is with her, than she's fine."
Daryl sighed and shook his head, pacing left and right in the usual tense state. Rick watched him, seeing the hunter deciding to trust Rick's words or run out and search for her.
"Ya seriously think she won't run off again?" Came Merle's voice as he and Glenn walked over.
"Not now, Merle." Daryl snarled at his brother.
Merle raised his stump and hand, "Chill, baby brother, I'm sidding with ya. Ain't my fault ya got a Hot Head of a girl on you're back." he shrugged. "It's called a leash."
Glenn resisted to make a comment to the older hick brother. "Maybe Rick's right, Michonne is more than capable of keeping her safe."
Merle scoffed, folding his arms. Daryl gave his brother a look before turning and walking more calmly toward the gate. He made no notion of leaving, but he stood by to keep an eye out for them. Rick approached, standing a few feet away hoping he was right.
"Angela! Snap out of it!" Michonne barked, slicing her sword through two walkers then turned to slice into another.
The horse she was pressing herself against turned, knocking her into shrubs as it started kicking. It reeled back and kicked at the walkers, knocking the bodies into pieces and others were sent flying through the trees. Angela, finally out of her stupor, scrambled out of the bush and got her ax out.
"M-Michonne!?" Angela called out, her sights blocked by walkers and the kicking horse. "Michonne!"
"I'm right here!" She grunted out, seeing her beyond the gang up. "We can't keep this up!" Michonne dove through the second the horse finished another kick, before reeling back again. She grabbed Angela's wrist, "We have to go now!" she demanded.
Angela looked to her friend then to the horse, seeing the creature slowly become surrounded. It squealed and roared in fear as the walkers' arms reached out to it. It kicked and stood, backing into the trees, becoming trapped. Angela felt something boiling inside her, her teeth clenched and her grip tightened on the ax. Without a word or a thought, Angela yanked her arm free from Michonne and let out a battle cry running into the fray. She swung the ax left and right, slicing heads and stabbing through the skulls. Whatever died, she threw to the side or kicked to the ground, stomping the brains to mush. Her voice screeched out, tearing through her throat seeing nothing but red and flesh as she fought her way to the horse. Michonne's calls were ignored, seeing the terror before her.
"Get! Out! Of! My! Way!" Angela screamed, finally making it to the horse. Her free hand reaching to the horse's neck. "I got you! You're safe!" She called to the horse, as it snorted with its big eyes watching her. "I'll protect you!"
Michonne tried to thin out the amount, praying this wasn't a herd passing by. Angela was slowly losing energy, with being up all night and just expelling so much of her rage. Two walkers were sneaking up at her blind spot, the horse turned to block her and swung its head to knock them down. Angela noticed the noble deed of protecting her back, the horse stood on it's back legs and slammed it's large hooves into the walker's stomping out their limbs, torsos, and heads into a pile of meat.
Once the massacre was over, it was dead silent, the women panting and the horse snorting through its nose was all that was heard. Angela was covered in walker blood, but didn't seem too phased by the occurrence. Even the horse's hooves were dripping with blood and some bits from the brain. Angela felt dizzy, moving to lean onto the horse as it's tail whipped at the touch.
Michonne looked up to Angela, slowly approaching her. "You okay?"
Angela gulped and nodded, looking up to her. "Good, good." She nodded and sniffed, wiping her upper lip. "You?"
Michonne nodded, raising her sword and sliding it into it's sheath as it rested on her back. Angela stood and fumbled with her ax as she placed it into its holster on her hip. The horse nickered, digging its hoof into the ground. The women frowned, watching the horse walked over the bodies without care as it approached a few dense bushes. Curious, the two followed slowly as to not spook it. Michonne pulled back the branches, gasping at what she saw.
"Angela-"
Before she could stop her, Angela got a look and covered her mouth at the sight. The two had found a dead eaten baby horse, not even more than a few days old. The flies and maggots crawling into the rotting eye sockets and exposed jaw. The skin was tight and ripped as barely any muscle or meat was left on the foal.
Angela shook her head, looked toward the horse as it stood with its head down. "She was trying to protect her baby." She indicated, looking back at the foal corpse. "But, they…"
Michonne looked away, never wanting to see a dead baby anything again. Angela reached up, petting the neck of the horse gently.
"You were alone and had your baby." She whispered to the creature as Michonne watched. "I lost someone too, I tried to protect her." Angela inhaled sharply, closing her stinging eyes tightly. "No, I didn't. I didn't try at all, and she ended up killed by a monster. You were trying to keep your baby alive and monsters got to it."
The horse turned its head, nudging her chin to get Angela's attention. It nickered at her gently and chewed on her hair making Angela chuckle. "Is that thanks for before?" The horse snorted at her, making Angela laugh softly, Michonne smiled. "Thanks for saving me, too."
The horse looked down at its precious half eaten baby, lowing its head and whining softly at it. Angela frowned at the horse, finding it impossible to part with it. She stepped back and picked up the rope ready to pack it away.
"Let's head home, Michonne." She told, looking up to a grinning woman.
She was confused until a nudge spooked her from behind, finding the Pinto rubbing its head against her back. "I think she wants to come with us." Michonne suggested with a chuckle.
Angela turned, petting her snout. "Is that true? I wouldn't blame you, not wanting to be alone in this world." The horse sniffed her hair, its ears loosely hung in front to show how relaxed it had become. Angela hugged the horse's neck, nuzzling against it.
"I'll protect you."
Michonne stepped forward, petting the horse's snout. "Remember when I said, I owed you?" Angela looked to her and nodded. Michonne sighed, dropping her hand to her side. "I'm partly responsible for Kaylee."
Angela frowned. "Michonne-"
She held a hand up, wanting to continue. "I could've stopped her from chasing after Merle, but…" Michonne took a breath, feeling her emotions start to leak. "She thought everyone was wrong, how Merle deserves a second chance. I could've taken the gun from her, chase her down, forced her to come back."
Angela reached over, taking Michonne's hand as she ducked her head from the scarred woman. "Michonne."
Michonne sniffled, turning away wanting to get her words out. "I'm sorry, Angie." She coughed out, reaching a hand up to wipe her eyes quickly as she shook her head.
Angela quickly stepped closer and hugged her tightly. "I don't hate you, I promise. You kept her safe for as long as possible." Michonne hesitated, but returned the hug just as tightly. "I don't think-" Angela gulped. "I don't think she wanted to die there, in that prison. She always was, running off and sneaking around, thinking about others."
Michonne rubbed her back, nodding in agreement. "Kaylee was brave." She praised, pulling back to look at Angela as her eyes watered. "She must get it from you."
Angela tried to bit back a smile, letting out a sob as she wiped her eyes. "Yeah, she must have." She agreed.
"Let's get back, you could use some sleep." Michonne pointed out, seeing bags grow under her eyes.
Angela nodded in agreement leaning on the horse. It nicked and pushed her with her head making Angela look up. "Sorry, want to-"
To both the women's surprise, the pinto shifted its stance and kneltdown folding its front legs. Confused, Angela pressed her hand onto the horse's back seeing what it was saying. "Worth a shot."
Michonne was about to question until she saw Angela heave herself onto the horse's back. Feeling herself slip, the horse turned its head and nudged her back end to help Angela up. The horse stood back up as Angela angled herself, leaning over to pet her neck.
"You are getting the biggest meal ever." She priaed the horse, patting her neck.
Michonne took the rope out of Angela's bag and placed it over the horse's head and around the neck. She tugged, leading the horse back to the prison. Angela was nodding off and soon was asleep soundly rocking evenly on her new friend.
"Maybe she finally ditched ya to get it on with a horse." Merle joked, earning a dark look from his pacing brother.
"Wish ya would just shut up." He grumbled at him, looking back outside the gate. "It's near noon 'n no sign of 'em."
"Regretting ya didn't get any action before she became walker food?" Merle inquired, leaning against the door to the tower as he watched Daryl pace.
Daryl stopped and glared hard at his brother. " Is that what ya want to happen to her?" He questioned with a tone. "To get killed 'n out of yer hair?"
Merle raised a hand, frowning at his brother. "Watch it, I was just-"
Daryl walked up to him. "All ya do is just push her, ya tryin' to start shit, as usual."
"Just a little teasing, she can get over it." He scoffed.
"Yeah? Ya think she can just get over something as Kay's death?" He challenged, seeing Merle grow tense as a glare was seen.
"Don't be going there, boy." He warned, pointing a finger at him.
Daryl turned on his heel, giving his brother space. "What happened out there, man? Been months 'n ya haven't told any of us a damn thing."
Merle jutted his jaw out feeling his temper grow. In his peripheral he could see the ghost teen grinning up at him. "Ya'll know what happened. The Governor killed her, in cold blood."
"Did she have any last words at all? Even how-"
"Why?" He suddenly spat at his brother, pushing himself off the door. "So ya'll could judge how I could've saved her? How it's all my fault?"
Daryl calmed his tone down, giving a glance to the woods then back to his brother. "We deserve to know how it all went down, bro. Angela, most of all." He tried to reason with his anger flaring brother.
Merle shrugged at him, he glanced down seeing Kay nod encouragingly at him. She wanted him to open up about the event of her death. How she fought hard to save him. The last words she said on this Earth. How Merle really did try to save her.
The memories flooded into his mind, he scowled and spat at the ground. "Get the bike." He spoke up lowly, making Daryl knot his brows at him. "Gonna fetch Hot Head."
Daryl gave an agreeing nod, turning to jog to his bike. Merle followed when the walkers started to stir. But the brothers noticed it wasn't there attention once Daryl started the bike, something away from the prison. They looked out past the fence seeing Michonne walking up with her sword in one hand and a rope in the other. The rope was tied around the neck of a beautiful pinto, with someone riding up top. Daryl nearly knocked the bike over when he bolted to the gate, seeing Angela slumped over the horse. Merle jogged after sending Daryl to yank at the rope to let the three in. Michonne jogged making the horse trot into the property. Daryl closed the doors and Merle slammed the gates with a lock.
"Angie!" Daryle called, rounding the horse to find her resting her head against the horse's back neck, eyes closed. "Angie?"
"Don't worry, she's asleep." Michonne assured, smiling up at her. "Angela wanted to prove herself that she was capable of getting back out there. She fought hard."
Daryl looked up, reaching to touch her cheek. He paused, moving his crossbow onto his back and raised his arms to get her off. With a struggle she slid off and into his arms, adjusting to hold her tightly as he turned from the horse. She sighed in his arms and snuggled into him, the dried walker blood was noticeable on her clothing proving Michonne's words right. The fact she was relaxed enough to sleep all the way back here, as well.
Merle watched as the horse whined at Daryl's actions, but Michonne lead it to the stables to join her's. Daryl walked up the path to the prison, seeing other members such as Rick, Maggie, Glenn, and Carl greet the sleeping woman. Rick clapped Daryl's back as Carl tried to get a look at her as she rested in Daryl's arms. Merle's jaw tightened, looked back at the walkers against the fence.
"Don't be jealous." Kay teased him, he scoffed and spat against at the dirt below him. "She's improving so well." Kay praised.
"Maybe she can start pulling her weight around here." Merle muttered, his eyes on the fence line with the walkers snarling against it.
The older Dixon walked toward the fences and with the knife taped to his stump, he stabbed through some of the heads of the walkers. The more he killed, the more he let out some frustration into this situation. The conversation between him and Daryl, his brother wanting to know the full story. He knew everyone has been wanting it, but no one brought it up to him so far. He expected Angela or Rick to come up wanting to hear, but for the past month or two, no one has said a thing.
"You'll have to tell someone, eventually." Said Kaylee, leaning against the fence beside him.
Merle glanced over, watching the walkers snarl and gnaw at the chain link fence wanting his flesh. Kaylee was completely ignored, being his guilt following him and being a pest. "Then you go away."
Kaylee tilted her head at his words, it wasn't a question but a statement. It could be that Merle was either fearful of Angela finding out the details of her sister's death, how he reacted to her death… Or the fact Merle didn't want this Kaylee to disappear as well.
Almost two weeks past since Angela's incident and new found friend. The horses were treated well and were growing more comfortable around people once before. Michonne's chestnut horse was named Flame while Angela named the pinto Calypso. Maggie taught them, including Rick and Carl how to care for the horses and when to feed them. Carl helped Angela clean out the pen and he fell in love with Calypso. Flame seemed to have wanted Rick's attention whenever he was around, he gladly showed attention toward the horse.
Daryl and Angela spoke lightly of the incident, but Daryl had grown quiet for the following days. He would go out and hunt with his brother or go on runs. Angela handled him being gone better since Calypso came along, also helping her with her sister gone. She smiled and laughed again spending almost all her time with the pinto when Daryl was away. It seemed only when Daryl was away, as Calypso didn't favor with Daryl coming close.
Maggie was teaching them how to ride them, to which Michonne learned quickly. Angela struggled at first, but soon was found riding Calypso around the yard, galloping about with a grin on her face. At one point, she even challenged Daryl a race, to which he declined and told how he had to watch his fuel. Though Daryl looked tempted when she bragged about Calypso being faster. The hunter was thankful to have Angela back, though she still showed she missed her sister -they all did-. Her advances to him lessened, to which gave Daryl an idea, with some help.
Angela was brushing Calypso as she was eating her meal. For now, hay and the dead grass would be used, Angela hoped to feed Calypso some vegetables sometime.
"You probably miss nice crispy apples, right?" She asked her pinto as she heavily chewed on the dead grass. "So do I."
Angela kissed her snout and patted her head as she walked over to her bag hanging off the pen fences. She shoved the brush inside, giving a look around and took something red out of the bag.
"I'll give you a secret treat if you promise not to tell." Angela whispered to Calypso, showing a hand full of red berries.
Calypso squealed with delight and stomped her feet, instantly sucking up the juicy berries from her hands. She snorted and nickered as she ate, glad to have such a fresh treat.
"I snuck out to get them from outside." She chuckled, petting her snout and letting her lick her hands when the berries were gone. "Freshly picked, so your the first to try them. Are they good?"
Calypso nickered more, she stepped forward sticking her nose into Angela's bag. She laughed and snagged the bag back, shaking her head. "That's all I got, no more until later, okay? I'll have to snag more when the others aren't on watch."
"Snag more of what?" Asked a soft southern voice.
Angela's shoulders tensed and turned to see a grinning Maggie. She chuckled, placing the bag over her shoulder and walked up to her. "Just something I found, nothing to worry about." She waved off, opening the pen and closing it.
Maggie raised a brow, but didn't question further. "Rick said you're on watch duty tonight. Up for it?"
Angela tilted her head, hands shoved into her faded green jacket. "Is he sure? He's been making sure I stay off watch after my stunt to get Calypso." She assumed, tossing her thumb to the trotting horse.
"Michonne put in a good word for you, so all is clear." She grinned.
Angela nodded and the two walked up to the prison. It was close to sundown, so Angela thought to eat dinner and pack her bag up for a night worth of a stay at the tower. "What's for dinner?" She asked Maggie.
"Oh, I packed your dinner, Carol and I made it for you." She assured, sliding the gate open.
Angela locked it and gave a look. "Does he want me up there now?" She asked, finding this weird. No one else usually took watch until night came.
"He's feeling a bit cautious is all." She excused with a shrug.
Thinking nothing of it, Angela let it go and went to Carol's cell who had the dinner. Stepping up she found the sister like friend on her bed reading a book. "Hey, Maggie told me you got food for my watch?"
"Yup!" Carol grinned, just like Maggie did before, and put the novel down. She reached from behind her and handed two tin foiled wrappings.
Angela eyed up the meals, "Two meals? You planning to fatten me up for tomorrow's dinner?" she laughed.
"Of course you'll need two meals. Being up there all night." Carol excused with a glint in her eye.
Angela was weary of her mood but figured it was from the lack of drama and death to the group. Things finally going well could brighten someone's mood for sure. She nodded and turned to leave. "Right, I'll go pack-"
"Got you covered."
Before Angela could leave, she turned back seeing Carol take out a big bag from under her bed and held it out with that damn grin. Now, Angela was suspicious. "...Is there something going on?" She asked with raised brows.
Carol's own brows furrowed at her indication. "Why would you think that?"
"Why? I go early before dinner is made for the others, I got extra meals, "She lifted the wrappings in exaggeration. "and you packed my needed things." Angela pointed at the bag with an accusing finger. "Am I moving to the tower for life?"
Carol stood with a chuckle. "You haven't done overnight watch in a long time, we just wanted to make sure you were prepared." She took the food wrappings and placed them in the bag. "Who knows what could happen."
Angela sighed and smiled, taking the bag. "Right, thanks Carol." Carol pulled her into a hug before Angela turned to leave again. She lifted the curtain, pausing in her leave. "Oh, have you seen Daryl? I want to let him know I'll be watch." Angela pointed a finger. "And he better not have been told and sent to bed."
Carol laughed and shook her head, "No, no." she assured. "Actually, I haven't seen him."
"Looking for Little D?" The women sighed as Merle approached them, lifting the curtain above Angela's head with his now knifeless stump. A new contraption was set on it so his knife was removable once again. "He said he'd be out for a little hunting. Won't be back 'til morning."
Angela frowned, dropping her hand from the curtain once Merle took it. "Without telling me? That's not like Daryl."
Merle scoffed, his hand tucked into his belt. "He said he tracked a deer nearby, didn't want to lose it." He shrugged with a grin. "Wanted me to pass this to you."
Angela was confused at first, until Merle made a teasing motion of a kiss towards her. She yelped and shoved him away as he guffawed at her reaction to his gross action. "Hey, just doing my baby brother a favor."
"You're an animal, Merle." Carol sighed, crossing her arms.
Merle wiggled his brows. "Ya ain't the first to say that to me." Angela reeled back to hit him again, prompting him to return to his cell bellowing with laughter.
"I should look into moving to another cell." Carol shook her head. "If it's not the disgusting jokes he makes, it's him talking to himself in the middle of the night."
Angela rolled her eyes, moving the curtain to make a proper leave. "He's an asshole. Besides, I don't think you'll find someone willing to take a cell next to him of all people."
Angela made her leave, walked down the stairs and paused at her cell to see if Daryl was indeed there. When she pulled the curtain, she was surprised to see the blanket on the bed gone and pillows. Frowning, she walked in, dropping her bags and looked around. Clothing was still set in their separate corners, Angela's by her book pile. The only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was the blanket and pillows missing. Thinking maybe Merle stole them, she picked up the bag Carol gave her leaving her horse bag behind. Before leaving she grabbed her rifle with a scope attached.
The scarred woman left the prison seeing it grow more dark, she jogged toward the tower and opened the door. She slowly made her way up the stairs, the rifle strapped over her back and bag slung over her shoulder. Once she made it to the top, she paused lifting the floor door, surprised at the sight before her.
The blanket and pillows were found, spread out upon the floor with two lanterns in corners illuminating the room. It wasn't brightly lit, but at a slight dim that wouldn't catch too much attention. Not just one pillow was here, but both. Angela placed her bag down and looked around just as the door to the outer railing opened. Daryl walked in, looking away as he shut the door and placed the crossbow down against it.
"Daryl? I thought you went on a hunt?" She questioned with furrowed brows.
The hunter stepped forward with a silent sigh as if he was nervous of something. It made Angela tense as he walked up to her. "That's what the gang thinks." He told, reaching for her hand. He grasped it gently and he looked down, moving her hair as some bangs fell over her eyebrows. "Surprised?"
Angela looked around and brought her free hand up, unable to hide her smile. "Is this what I really think it is?" She asked, looking up at him.
Daryl kissed the top of her head, giving her answer. "I'm sorry if I showed distance the past few months."
"I'm still a bit stunned. You'll have to elaborate on that, Daryl." She told.
He gently tugging her to sit down on the blanket. She knelt down as he pulled her close. She moved to sit between his legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist, she rested her arms on his. Angela leaned back against his firm chest as he rested his chin on the top of her head. When he didn't speak for a while, Angela chuckled against him.
"Explain what you mean." She rephrased.
Daryl took a breath, forming his words together for her. "A while back, ya were showin' some affection 'n I kept shovin' ya away."
Angela glanced up, caressing her fingers against his rough knuckles. "I wouldn't say that, Daryl. I was pushing a bit far on you." Daryl glanced down to her, she shrugged. "Michonne told me during my escapade that she heard you and Merle's conversation. Oh, and by the way." She reached up, pressing her palm to his check, feeling the hairs on his facial features. "You aren't gonna lose me to another guy, ever."
Daryl tilted his head into her hand as she caressed his cheek. "Merle's loud ass mouth." He muttered, making Angela giggle.
"I promise, no other man will sweep me off my feet." Angela moved, unlacing his arms around her as she turned and hugged him around his neck. "How could I when you've been there for me so many times, even though we didn't start off well."
"Back when ya used to call me a redneck at every chance?"
"How about when you tried to show off with your walker killing or hunter skills?"
Daryl smirked and rested his hands on her hips. "Don't know what ya talkin' about."
Angela raised her brows, "Oh, really?" she questioned. "The time you were trying to up one on Martinez? I gotta say, the way you threw that knife really caught my attention."
Daryl cheeks heated but he remained in his spot. He looked away for a moment but looked back to her, wanting to keep strong. Taking in the surrounding, he adjusting his seating on the blanket. "I want to give it a shot."
Angela gave a look around, when she looked back into his baby blues, Daryl was surprised to see her blush. "You mean… Here?"
"It's private, no one can overhear, nor can Merle spy 'n be a perverted prick to us." He told with a shrug as he nodded at the space they had. "If… Ya don't-"
"Only-" She gulped, her hands touching his shoulders as she felt the leather of his vest. "Only if you're up for it. I don't want to pressure you like before."
Daryl was hesitate, but nodded. "It's pretty selfish of me, to make ya wait 'n never-"
"No, no, Daryl. That's not true." Angela assured, raising her hand and kiss his cheek. "Daryl, you're the most caring, sweetest, and toughest man I ever met."
Daryl's eyes fell into those green ones that held a gaze. He brought a hand up, cupping her cheek as the other combed through the back of her hair. Eyes shifted down past her boney warm cheeks, sharp nose, and parting lips. A kiss, they were to have their first true kiss.
The two leaned closer, Angela closed her eyes as she felt Daryl's breath on her upper lip. She suddenly became self conscious that her dry lips were chapped for the move. Daryl was hoping he was aiming his lips correctly, he had kissed her head and cheeks before without difficulty. But matching lips to lips was as hard as throwing a dart at a bullseye after drinking a crate of moonshine. Should he pucker them up like Glenn did to kiss Maggie? Should he just go for the kill? He saw the corner of her lips curl up just before she planted hers on his when he started counting to ten. He only made it to four. His eyes closed when the connection was made.
Angela had grown light headed the moment she felt his lips on hers. Her worry about having chapped lips or whatever left her mind completely. Her body sank against him, hand resting at his chest as the other slid down his cheek to his broad shoulder. While it looked like she became relaxed, her heart was pounding like a ticking time bomb ready to explode! Breathing through her nose was no trouble, wanting this ecstatic feeling to last as long as possible. She felt Daryl exhale through his nose onto her skin causing a tingling feeling up her spine. Angela had been kissed by a few men back in the day, some exciting others no thrill. But when Daryl kissed her at long last, it was like she was floating in the sky.
Daryl's chest rose as he took a deep breath once he felt her lips. When he exhaled, it was as if someone knocked the wind out of him. Everything went into slow motion and it grew warm. Not the kind during a humid day, a soft fuzzy type. The world of walkers, psycho killers, and constant danger started to slip from his mind for once. All his focus was now on Angela and this moment he never wanted to forget.
Angela was the first to part, giving Daryl a chance to take a breath as if he was underwater for too long. She giggled with a blush figuring he didn't take in any air in during the moment. Once his eyes opened at the realization that she pulled away, he found his hands had moved to her shoulders. Angela's hand was still on his chest, he felt her fingers rub the material of his vest.
"I'm still here." She assured when he gently squeezed her shoulders. Angela moved her hand from his chest up to move loose hair strands from his face.
Daryl couldn't help but smile seeing her own reflecting at him. "Never thought to know what that'd feel like." He admitted.
Angela's lips stretched wider at that comment. "I'm honored that I'm your first." Her eyes glanced downward.
"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, tilting her chin to look up at him. "Was it bad?"
She chuckled, patting his arm with assurance. "No, no. I'm honestly relieved."
"The wait?" He assumed.
She shook her head, her hands reached up to feel the disfigurement on her features. Daryl knew what she meant, and understood why she felt as such. He swallowed hard and took her hands gently.
"There's somethin' I want to share with ya. Somethin'... Somethin'..."
He just sighed which concerned Angela. He let her hands go and reached up to unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt to loosen it. Taking her hands once more, he pulled her close and placed them on his collarbone, allowing her hands to touch his bare skin. Daryl slowly lead her hands under his clothing to the back of his neck, letting her go. He held her close, resting his chin on her shoulder close to her ear.
"Daryl?"
"Just-Just feel for 'em."
Confused, Angela nodded and slowly skimmed her hands over the skin of his neck and toward his back. Once she found the feeling of his skin jump from soft to rough, it caused Daryl to tense up and hold her closer. Angela knew the feeling of the tightened rigged skin, it was a scar. She tucked her cheek against his shoulder shushing him softly in his ear. She continued to explore his back, finding many large thin scars, she counted three on his left shoulder blade, two on the right that stretched to his spine. Her hands traveled further down, making sure to get an alert from Daryl when to stop. He flinched and held her close at every scar that she encountered, to which she comforted softly and assured him he was alright. Another was found on his back left ribs and two more across his spine. Eight, Angela counted eight scars across his smooth back. Her fingers felt his muscles as well, she knew he was well built but never felt his muscles other than his arms.
"Daryl." She whispered, pulling her arms out to tuck under his arms back beneath the shirt to hug him tightly. "I'm glad you shared this with me. You really are a brave, strong man."
Daryl heaved a sigh into her neck, tickling her ear by accident. "Merle n' Kaylee were the only ones to see 'em, by accident."
"When was this?" She asked, adjusting her head against his shoulder.
"Back when Kaylee snuck out to find us. Merle n' I were arguin' n' it got physical. My shirt ripped showin' 'em to the world." Daryl tilted his head, skimming his hands over her shirt covered back as he spoke nuzzling into her more.
"Kay never told me." She told.
Daryl nodded, "I never asked her to keep it a secret, I always thought ya knew." he admitted.
Angela shook her head against him, wishing she could hug him tighter more and more to make them go away. She kissed his neck and collarbone, looking down to find another scar on his right collar bone. Her memory came upon that time on the farm when searching for Sophia, eyes trailed to the side finding the other two on his left. Eyes started to tear up, wishing she had figured it out beforehand. Abuse, these scars were heavily aged and caused by another. These were scars from child abuse, she remembered that his mother died in a fire when he was young, so these had to have been given by his father.
"Son of a bitch…" She murmured, reaching down to kiss the scar on his collarbone as if it would heal the old wound. "That son of a bitch got what he deserved."
Her eyes tears up, dripping down and staining his shirt to which he pulled back. He looked her down with concern, his hands reaching up to cup face and wipe the tears away from her cheeks.
"It's in the past, I didn't expect ya to know right away. Merle didn't even know." He assured, kissing her wet cheeks.
Angela angled her head to kiss his lips again, to which he leaned in with instinct hoping he was doing it right. He pulled back and let his hands travel down her arms. "I was… I didn't know how ya would react to 'em. It's why I was distant." His eyes shifted down then back up to her green eyes. "I told ya before, ya could have scales and I wouldn't give a shit."
"Same applies to you, right?" Angela softly chuckled, blinking away the tears. "You could have feathers and a beak, and I wouldn't give a shit." She told, making him chuckle at her own version.
"I love you, Daryl Dixon." She admitted softly to him.
Daryl felt his chest grow tight, but he found his mouth work nonetheless. "I love you too, Angela."
The two kissed for the third time, this one growing deeper as they tilted heads with Angela leading him. She moved herself to lean against him, as he replied by laying back on the makeshift bed his head hitting the pillow. His hands resting well on her hips as her hands roamed his chest, unbuttoning it just one or two more notches. Their bodies seemed to lead one another, Angela leading more than Daryl was. Knowing what was to come, Daryl hummed to indicate the need to talk. Angela pulled back, laying on his chest as he caught his breath again.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
"I didn't want to forget." He told, sitting up onto his elbows to reach for his pocket. Angela couldn't help but be surprised to find him pull out a little silver packet that she knew held a rubber glove inside.
The scarred woman sat up to move her hair to the side. "Glenn?"
"Carol." He corrected, flipping the packet in his hands between his fingers.
Angela covered her mouth, never expecting Carol to be the one to present him the love glove. She expected Glenn or even Merle -despite the many diseases he had- to give him one. But Carol, that suddenly gave her a thought. Angela climbed off of Daryl and reached for the bag she gave her. Daryl watched, seeing her dig through the bag. Her shoulders sagged as she shook her head, turning to Daryl to reveal a twin of the packet Daryl held.
"Jesus." He muttered, raising his hand to rub his eyes.
"Well, at least we're loaded." She shrugged, going back to Daryl as she took the packet from him.
"Shouldn't I-"
"Do you know how?" She asked with a raised brow, as she put the corner between her teeth ready to open it.
Daryl didn't answer as his mouth shut at her counter. He was growing nervous when he noticed she was removing her sweater to reveal her tank top, that soon was off now in her bra. Her skin looked so soft and smooth but he didn't know if he should touch her or not. She leaned over him almost pressing her small breasts into his face when she got the second pillow tucked under his head to prop him up.
"Let me lead." She purred, moving to kiss him deeply again.
Daryl couldn't resist, his eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head making their lips twist and turn against one another. His hands were on her hips again, finding her jeans to be tugged by her own accord. The thin waistband of her underwear he felt was soft, his rough fingers felt the soft skin of her boney hips. Daryl couldn't help but let his hands roam wanting to know more of her body as he felt a draft below. He ignored it, too focused on the kiss she was giving and the touch of her body through his hands. Her head tilted as if she was sitting up, parting their lips for a moment but they reconnected in a few seconds.
Angela pulled back from the kiss, he opened his eyes seeing her half lidded eyes staring down at him. "Are you ready?" She asked, one hand caressing his cheek as her breathing was now through her mouth in anticipation. "If not, we don't have to."
"The con-" Angela pressed her finger to his lips.
"Already done." She grinned, kissing his chin.
Wait, really? Was Daryl so into the kiss and her hips that he hadn't noticed? He was about to glance down but found that would be awkward when his hands found her underwear missing. She slipped both her jeans and undergarments down ready for the action to happen while distracted also. She really was experienced in all this, just kissing and touching her got him excited.
Daryl swallowed and nodded, her hand reached toward his as he held it while she positioned herself over his waist. Daryl instantly flinched feeling her free hand touch his member, his other hand holding hers tightened in reaction. She cooed him gently, assuring that she wasn't going to hurt him. He saw her lift herself up and realized when she lowered back down, something changed. There was a sudden warm tight feeling around his member, Angela hummed as she lowered her chest against his making his knees bend at her movement. Her arm wrapping around the back of his neck kissing his neck as he rested his hand on her back, finally feeling her smooth perfect back.
Bodies started to move with Angela grinding up and down, her breasts against his chest as he felt a tightness grow below for them. Angela swallowed thickly, with herself at the croke of his neck unable to see her face. She kissed his skin and she honestly hoped Daryl was getting the best pleasure. Taking a risk, Angela rose her head and took a peek to Daryl seeing him bit his lower lip and eyes tightly closed. Wincing in her movement, pressing her cheek into his making him lean into her. She felt her voice need to let out something, she hummed into his ear wanting to kiss all over him. The heat rose, Angela panting against him as she swiveled in their movement that make the hair stand on end.
His mind was just all over the place between the pounding of his heart, the tight hot feeling deep in his stomach and the tingling sensation growing through his spine. His eyes screwed tightly and his teeth clenched as the slow moving was within rhythm of their breathing. Angela nuzzled her face into his shoulder, Daryl could hear her make noises into his ear which made him hum in return.
The speed soon grew, Daryl allowed her to take full control not wanting to ruin this moment. Angela was just so amazing at this entire endeavor, he was always told by his brother how the male takes control and shows the female how its done for the best pleasure. Daryl blocked it all out, Angela wanted both of them to take in this pleasure, he was sure. By the sounds escaping her lips was nothing of pain, though he heard a whimper he never caught any alert for her needing to stop. Their breathing evened with one another, Angela's hand gripped his tighter and tighter. His head started to spin as his pelvis jerked making Angela moan against his ear. He leaned his head to kiss her neck while she brought her hand from behind his head and roughly combed it through his dark locks.
Daryl thought he was seeing stars when it became more rough, his back arching and his pelvis was now grinding into her. Angela didn't seem to show any signs of discomfort as he couldn't see her features hiding in the crook of his neck. Just the sounds of her moaning and humming was heard to repeated the process of him reacting to it with his body. Daryl's body grew hot with sweat forming, despite the cold the weather as the two were building warmth in the room that caused it to grow a bit hot for the two.
Angela's hair bounced over her face though she paid no mind to comb it back to the side. A pressure started building up as he felt his mind grow fuzzy, the stars were coming back into his tightly closed eyelids. His knees bent to get more comfortable causing Angela's shoulders to tense up, her back arched making her press her forehead against his shoulder. She rose her head and kissed him deeply again, bringing her hand through his hair and her nails dug into his knuckles tightly holding his hand.
Everything was growing blurry between the lines now. Without warning, Daryl's lower waist rose up and down against Angela's as she moaned in the kiss. She broke off early and let out a cry causing Daryl to snap his eyes open. They closed instantly when his pelvis jerked again, and again, and a hot warmness was burning all over! Angela shook against him arching her back and her toes curled. Her stomach sunk and her chest rose with a deep intake of air, pausing and releasing a sigh as she sagged over him. Daryl fell back, his hand lazily resting on her back as his head rolled back panting for air. The sweat stuck between their bodies, Angela panted as she sat up, pulling herself off and kissing Daryl once more, tenderly this time.
"Daryl Dixon, you are amazing." She breathed out, raising his hand and kissing the accidental marks that would surely heal overnight.
Daryl had figured what happened and was astounded at himself! He brought a hand up over his face feeling himself blush. Angela giggled and lowered his hand, kissing his forehead. "Don't be ashamed or embarrassed, this is our moment. And I love every second of it."
What concerned Daryl was timing now, he suddenly remembered his brother lecturing him on how long it takes to reach climax during sex. He was worried he had let go too early being his first time, Angela tilted her head, her hand gently combing through his growing dark hair that stuck to his skin.
"Was it bad?" She asked, concerned she might have been too rough with him.
"No…" He muttered, clearing his dry throat. "...How long was it?"
Seeing what he meant Angela grinned, "About four minutes, maybe?" she guessed.
Daryl fell back onto the pillows and covered his face with his arms with shame. Four minutes, that's all it took? Merle told him sex was hours on end! Had he ejaculated too early?
"Daryl?" Angela touched his arm to which he turned away lowering his arms. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no, I-" He gulped and sat up looking away. "I-I…" Daryl bit his lip and closed his eyes to form his words properly. "I… was too early."
Angela raised a brow at his words and suddenly snorted. Daryl covered his face with his hand hearing her going into a giggle fit. "I'm sorry, Daryl." She combed her hair to the side and rubbed his shoulder gently. "What makes you think you ejaculated early?"
"Merle said-"
Angela shook her head, moving behind him and hugging him from behind, nuzzling into the back of his neck. "I don't want you to go to Merle for sexual advice ever again. You have a better chance of going to Rick or Glenn. You know, someone who hasn't had clap?"
Daryl glanced behind him and reached up, holding her hands as she kissed the back of his neck. "So, wasn't bad?"
She chuckled, leaning over his shoulder. "Are you kidding? That was the best sex ever, glad I saved myself."
"Wait, what?" Daryl turned around, feeling the wet glove slid off as she sat there innocently on her legs. "Ya mean yer-"
Angela shrugged, "I may have kissed and such, but I'm an honest virgin." she admitted. "Or was."
Daryl was completely shocked! She was a virgin like him, but knew exactly what she was doing. He never knew that was possible. Didn't someone who had sex have to know a lot about it? Seeing his confusion, Angela rolled her eyes.
"You'd be surprised when a teenager wants to watch loads of porn hidden in a mom's closet." She told, laughing to herself. "It was the cheap, 1980s porn too. Thank God for internet and privacy at my college dorm."
Daryl's shoulders sagged, all this time he was worried he was nothing compared to men she was with. But in truth, he was indeed her very first and the swelling in his chest felt amazing at this fact. Daryl was honored to be the one to take Angela's V-Card.
"Now what?" He asked, reaching down to properly remove the used glove off him.
Angela hummed and eyed up her bag. "Well, I got a second wind and a second condom thanks to Carol." She suggested with her brows rising.
Across the couple at the tower was the real watcher for the night. He chuckled as he stood by the railing with his rifle hanging off his shoulder, boot propped up on the railing. "Always knew Little D had it in him."
Merle chuckled, shaking his head wishing Carol hadn't taken a pair of binoculars he had with him to take watch. He hummed in thought and looked down at the scope of his rifle. With a mischievous grin he aimed the gun up toward the second tower and peeked through the scope to see the best he could through the windows. Merle oohed at what he saw, chuckling to himself that he was sure to be entertained through the night.
"Watching the stars?" Merle jumped and turned, glaring down at the pesky phantom of Kaylee. She crossed her arms and raised a brow at him. "Do you really plan on watching your brother and my sister fool around all night?"
"She ain't your sister, you're just a thought. Ya ain't real." He spat at her, turning back to try and see through the scope. He spotted Angela sitting up, finding her in her bra before his brother sat up shirt still on. "Hellooo."
"How would your dear baby brother feel, knowing you're peeking at something as special as a moment between him and someone he loves?" Kaylee drawled out.
Merle groaned in aggravation and glared down at her. "Ya ain't gonna stop, are ya?" She shook her head with an eerie smile. Sighing in defeat, he moved to the other end and kept an eye out at the walkers down below.
THE END for this story! We shall continue in the next story that covers Season 4 and Season 5! I'll be writing it and posting it possibly a month or so after my semester starts. I start school the first week of September and I hope to enjoy Film Making II compared to back in Spring. My professor assured me not to work with them again so maybe he'll compensate this semester. I also have to work hard to pass math class so I might write less or post less, depends how well I do on tests.
Also, as an update, if you want updates go to my Instagram or Twitter. I suggest Instagram because after the whole James Gunn problems (thanks Trump you fucktard) I have been on twitter less. I only go on for updates on shows and games I follow.
I will be attending Walker Stalker as well, this year meeting Norman as I got my photo ops for him! I plan to get him and Jeffery to sign some posters I have, if possible save up for a photo with Jeffery as well.
Anyway, enough with the rant. Keep an eye out for the next coming arc for this long great story called "If You Are There, Let Me Know." If you guys couldn't tell, all my titles have two connections. One, to a song that is related or used in a scene and two a title placement for a line to be said in the story. Try and find where the lyrics of this song is from and it might hint what shall happen in the coming story! Thanks for sticking with and see you all in a month!
Thanks LeAnn388, Thon unicorn queen, The Moving Crossbow, for the follows and favorites!
RedVelvetPanPan- Understood, thats what happens whenever I post an update cause I delete it and replace with the proper chapter. Thanks so much! I didn't want him to be too awkward but also not too affectionate. He's actually harder to write than Sherlock is, cause Sherlock later shows feelings by season 3 and Daryl just barely by season 5 or so. I never actually heard a boy's voice crack, cause when summer went and school came back they already had deeper or different voices. Kaylee is planned to hang around a little while longer. Thanks again!