Drabble #5 (B)
She looks on as Daryl shoots the last of the walkers surrounding them. A pile of undead bodies lay motionless on the ground and a pool of dark, viscous blood widens beneath her feet.
She knows she should feel disgusted; that she should run away from the horror in front of her eyes but she can't.
Not when he is trying his hardest for their survival. To protect them.
To protect her.
Daryl looks exhausted, his breathing is ragged and he seems to be on the verge of collapsing. He glances at her and manages a smirk. Her heart inexplicably skips a beat and despite their situation, she cannot fight back the growing warmth on her cheeks.
His grin grows and she huffs, a small smile on her lips.
She steps over a body to where he stands. Beth looks him up and down and decides that he has never looked more majestic than he does now. No words are exchanged as she tiptoes and presses her lips against his for a heartbeat. She pulls back far too soon and looks at him; her blue orbs conveying her whole-hearted feelings.
'One day, I'll protect you too.'
And she kisses him again.
Shortness due to coping with Beth's death. This was half-completed and I just deemed it necessary to finish it despite what has happened. I have others in store.