Okay, so this chapter seemed like kind of a filler, but I thought it was cute. :)
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Eva started telling him about her family, she never knew them in a loving way, but she was told that her family came in a long line of agents that worked for the government of the United Nations. Daryl seemed like he was listening so she continued her story. She told him how she was taken out from public school, then home schooled when she started training at age 13. When other girls were learning Pre-Algebra, she was learning several languages at a time. When Thirteen-year-olds were at the movies, she was with her trainer, doing lessons of Krav Maga, Taekwondo, Judo, and all sorts of other martial arts.
"Damn, so you could probably drop that damn cop on his ass if y'could." Daryl spoke, reffering to Shane, he had interupted her train of thought, but she didn't mind because his comment made her laugh. "Oh please," She smiled, "I could have Shane on his knees in two seconds." She flexed one of he arms, trying to look tough.
"So about 'em languages, what can you speak?" Daryl caught her off guard, but she answered his question. "I can speak mostly Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, and a bit of Sweedish. You had to make yourself conveinent for missions that required you to be ported to other countries."
"Must've been a real bitch t'learn all that, tell me sometin' in Russian." His face was completely turned to face hers, he now seemed interested in their conversation.
She smiled and said, "vash aktsent milo" in a perfect Russian accent and laughed at herself. Daryl thought it was an insult and frowned.
"The hell's that mean?"
"Your accent is cute." And again, that made his anger go away. He just gave her a half-smile and stared back into the fire. They sat in silence for a while.
~I wonder if I'm making him uncomfortable~ She thought to herself and stared over into the fire. Daryl looked over at her, he laughed at himself when he noticed that she was still wearing her belt,
and had her knife, and her long boots. The whole outfit seemed really awkward, but to him she looked gorgeous. Her hair was now drying and it blew a little in the wind. The air was now filled with her scent and it carried to his nose, the smell was light, but he could still tell what it was. Honey. The thought of him being able to enjoy her scent gave him goosebumps.
~What the fuck am I doin'?~ He tried to make pictures in the fire to distract himself from the wind that kept blowing on his face. But then he heard the soft sound of her voice.
"Would you like to tell me a little about yourself?" Eva stared over at him until he looked back over, their eyes met for moment.
When his eyes met hers, a strange feeling seemed to have risen from the pit of her stomach, she couldn't quite place an example for what it felt like. Nausea? Butterflies? Or just something foreign and unrecognizable.
When her eyes met his, the sensation of butterflies flew from the bottom of his stomach to the very end of his throat. He knew what this was, he knew the feeling of infactuation towards another person. It wasn't that he experienced this himself anytime recently, but everyone in the history of history should know what the feeling meant, if you were sober anyway. If you were drunk, that could mean the alcohol.
Daryl thought about his past for a minute, compared to Eva's, his life didn't seem so appealing. ~Maybe I should've started first.~ He thought to himself and laughed.
"Is something wrong Daryl?" Daryl looked over and saw Eva's concerned look.
"There's nothin' much t'tell. Grew up in a small town down south." He continued to look at the fire. Eva understood that maybe it wasn't time for him to open up, even though it wasn't something to be very secretive about since the world ended. Unless there was something? She planned on asking another question, but she realized that it wasn't appropriate. It was about Merle. She sighed and lifted her knees together. She reached over to her thigh and grasped the knife holster, feeling the cool material underneath her fingertips, stroking the smooth leather. Eva looked over at the fire and noticed that the orange embers were dying out. Daryl seemed to notice her silent sitting, he looked over at her face, he could see something in her eyes. Was she upset? Maybe it was the possition he put her in, Daryl Dixon was feeling bad. So he tried to soften up the mood.
"So uh-my..accent's cute huh?" He didn't know how to say the sentence, it was unfamiliar to say something like that. Eva looked over at him and smiled.
"Very cute indeed." She looked down into her lap, still smiling.
"Somethin' about hick accents that y'like or somethin'?" Then Eva lifted her head back up and looked at him.
"To be honest, I've never actually heard of southern accents. I've never even been this south of the States before, my missions didn't take much place down here. And today I saw you and Glenn, it suprised me a bit. Even though the first thing you said to me wasn't what anyone would've looked for, I still thought your voice was awfully adorable."
After hearing what she had said, Daryl could feel a blush creeping up through his cheeks, he didn't think she would give an answer like that, but so far she seemed really sophisticated. The feeling that she gave him made him uneasy, yet comforted him at the same time. Then he brought up what he was thinking a few moments ago; 'She seemed really sophisticated.' It angered him that she was so smart and so out of league for him, so the comforting feeling went away.
"Why me? Other people 'round camp have the same damn accent as I do."
"Interesting question actually, yet that I don't know the answer to. Maybe, in fact, wasn't your accent that I found so cute at all." She gave him a smile and a wink, and again, the anger went away. Did she just call him cute? Now he thought to himself. ~Fuck it, why do I even bother tryin'~
"Well uh-that accent of yours aint so bad either." Even though Daryl half-spoken the sentence, Eva caught every word in her ears.
"Why thankyou very much, Daryl Dixon." She chuckled. He nodded.
Eva was begining to enjoy the evening, and Daryl's company as well.
"So how is today going for you..uhm" Eva stopped in mid sentence when she remembered that earlier today she put a gun to Daryl's brother's head. ~Bloody hell, what is wrong with me?~ She felt extremely stupid for not thinking about it first, it wasn't something that she did often. She looked over at Daryl and he seemed to notice the reason why she stopped, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it.
"Was good I guess." Daryl looked over at Eva and she just nodded. She looked over at the fire place and noticed that the embers had completely burned out. It must've been really late, and she was getting tired.
"Daryl, I think I should be heading to bed, I'm dreadfully tired." She looked over at him, seeing his dirty blonde hair clinging to his face, it was a little sweaty, but it didn't matter to her. He was completely handsome to her. The feeling that Daryl gave her was unbearable, she had never felt this sensation nawing at the bottom of her stomach. Eva didn't know what to do. Soon she realized that she had been staring at him for a while, when his eyes met with hers, and broken back to reality.
"Eva, you there? I said it was a'right." He gave her a confused look. She nodded nervously, obviously a little embarassed.
"Goodnight, Daryl." She gave a weak smile and walked over to the ladder and climbed down. She spotted Amy and Andrea's tent and approached the entrance, but right before she went in she heard someone calling her name. Eva turned around to see Daryl a few feet away from her. How he got down to the floor, she didn't know.
"Uhm, I jus' wanted to say sorry..for uh Merle today, he gets like that around pretty girls." He was trying hard not to talk to loud to wake the others. When the end of the sentence had reached her ears she couldn't fight down the butterflies that were emerging in her stomach. Was Daryl Dixon complementing someone? It wasn't much of one, but it definitely was one. She smiled and nodded, and went inside the tent.
Daryl stood there for a moment pondering, wondering if it was the right thing to say. Tonight was a very bizarre night, he never enjoyed the company of other people besides Merle. Well, when Merle wasn't high off drugs anyway. He returned to his post ontop of the RV and continued thinking about the conversations he has between the brunette girl, and also, thinking about the beautiful Eva Lorington for the rest of the night.