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~ Chapter 8 ~

Violet didn't believe it when Maggie had told her. So, she'd taken it into her own hands to find out for herself. The kid, Randall, was being kept in the old shed by the farmhouse. Maggie had said that Daryl was sent there to get answers from him, but he wasn't playing nice, instead he was beating him.

Violet looked in the mirror. She was wearing a baggy deep blue top and she slipped Daryl's vest on. Maggie had given her a funny look and she'd received a disapproving nod from Hershel. Violet had, had to tell them that she'd fallen over and that's why she had a bruise on her face, but whenever they tried to ask other questions she would just brush them off. She let her hair fall from its ponytail and it rested just above her ass.

Her bullet wounds were really sore and the stitches were itching. Hershel had told her not to scratch them, because she will do more damage to herself. He shouted at her last night, because she'd barely rested all day and she needed to and she was disobeying his orders once again.

Violet opened the door and walked down the corridor, and down the stairs. She walked outside and looked over at the shed. She walked down the steps and over to the shed.

Straight away she heard it. The sounds of someone being hit. She flinched every time she heard Randall crying out and begging him to stop. She stood in front of the door and she looked through the crack in the door.

Daryl was marching around, his eyes full of fire. Violet hadn't seen him this angry since Shane had got her to come out into the woods with him. His hands were clenched and Randall was crying out in pain on the floor.

He stomped over and punched Randall in the face and he collapsed back onto the floor. Violet jumped at the sound and she let out a staggering breath. She watched Daryl closely and she realized her hands were shaking. She was scared.

Daryl punched him again, ignoring Randall's screams and she felt a tear fall from her eye and flow down her cheek. She reached up and wiped it away. Daryl punched him again and Violet jumped once more.

"I told you," Randall spat out the blood from his mouth.

"You ain't told me shit!" Daryl yelled and he picked him up by his top and slammed him back against the wall.

"I barely even know those guys," Randall cried, his head rolling around the place. "I met them on the road."

"How many in your group?' Daryl asked and Randall shook his head, letting out a whimper.

Violet watched as Daryl pulled out his knife and her eyes widened even more. She didn't believe he was possible of doing something like this. She didn't think he was this mean.

"No no no no no no," Randall begged, seeing the knife in Daryl's hand. "C'mon man."

Daryl ran forwards, slamming the knife into the floor by his leg. Randall let out a cry and Daryl crouched down in front of him.

"How many!" Daryl yelled.

"Thirty, thirty g-guys," He stammered.

"Where!?" Daryl demanded and Randall shook his head, then Daryl ripped off the bandage from Randall's leg and he let out a cry.

"I don't know, I swear!" Randall cried and Daryl pressed the knife against his wound. "We were never in a place for more than a night!"

"Scouting?" Daryl asked. "Planning on staying local?"

"I-I don't know they left me behind," He said and Daryl glared at him.

"You ever took off a scab?" Daryl asking in a mocking tone and he dragged the knife along the wound.

"C'mon man!" Randall sobbed. "I'm tryin' to cooperate."

"Start real slow at first. Then we're just gonna' rip it off!" Daryl spat in his face.

"Okay!" Randall yelled. "Okay, they h-have weapons, heavy stuff. Automatics, b-but I didn't do anything!"

"They shot at my boys. They shot my girl!" Daryl shouted and Violet blinked back her tears. "They tried to take this farm. You telling me you just went along for the ride? You tellin' me your innocent!?"

"Yes! These p-people took me in. Not just guys, a whole group of them. Men and women, er kids too, just like you people. Thought I'd have a better chance with them, you know...but we go out, scavenge. Just the men, one night w-we found this little campsite, a man and his two daughters. Teenagers, you know. Really young...cute."

Daryl looked over his shoulder at him and he tilted his head to the side.

"Their dad had to watch, whilst these g-guys they...and they didn't even kill them afterwards. They just...they just made them watch, his daughters j-just left them there...N-No, b-but I didn't touch those girls!" Daryl ran forwards and kicked him hard. "Please, you gotta' believe me man! I'm not like that, I ain't like that..." Daryl kicked his wound and then punched him in the face.

Violet's body finally caught up with her brain and she flung the door open and ran inside. She grabbed the back of Daryl's shirt and pulled him back.

"STOP!" She screeched. "Your killin' him!"

Daryl turned around and looked her up and down. He looked shocked to see her there and then he looked back at Randall. Violet followed his eyes and started down at Randall. His face was cut open and his eyes were swollen, along with a busted lip.

"What are you doin' here!" Daryl snapped.

"Maggie told me you were beating Randall up...I didn't believe her, so I came to find out for myself. Guess it was true," Violet shook her head in disappointment.

Daryl looked at her. She couldn't even look into his eyes and he knew she was scared of him.

"Hey! Please help me!" Randall begged and Violet looked over at him. "Please, I swear I didn't do anything."

...

Daryl marched across the grass. His crossbow on his back. Violet was running behind him and he growled at her. She almost ran into him when he stopped suddenly, spinning around to face her.

"Stop acting like a monster!" She snapped. "What even was that back there?"

"I needed answers," He grumbled.

"You didn't need to beat him up!" She shouted and she reached out and grabbed his arm, holding his hand close to her face. "Look what you've done to yourself."

"I'm fine," He muttered, pulling his arm roughly from her hand.

"Do you enjoy doing it?" She asked.

"What kind of question is that?" He hissed.

"A normal question. Now, answer it!"

"No, no I don't enjoy it, but Rick needs answers. Just keep out of it, kid," He turned to walk away, but she ran around him and appeared in front of his face. He rolled his eyes and she crossed her arms.

"How about you act like a man and tell Rick no. You don't need to do his dirty work," She explained.

"I don't mind doin' it! You heard what the kid said, them guys are rapists. What if they found the farm, what if they did those sick things to you!" He spat in her face and her mouth fell into a thin line. "Exactly, now move out of my way," He barged past her and she hissed in pain, gripping her shoulder. Daryl spun back around, realizing it was her bad shoulder and she looked back at him, fear in her eyes. He sighed and turned back around, walking off.

Violet followed after him, and he walked over to the camp, where Rick, Shane, Dale, Carol, Lori, Glenn, Maggie and Carl were standing.

"He's got a gang," Daryl explained and Violet stopped next to him, continuing to burn a hole in the side of his head. "Thirty men. Heavy artillery, and they ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, all the boys are dead and the women are going wish they were."

"What did you do?" Carol asked, looking at his hands.

"What do you think he did?" Violet spat. "He beat a little kid!"

"Hey! I already explained this shit to you, girl!" Daryl snapped back at her and she rolled her eyes.

"No one goes near this guy," Rick ordered.

"Rick, what are you going to do?" Lori asked.

"We have no choice," Rick replied. "He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat."

"Your just gonna' kill him?" Dale asked.

"You can't kill him," Violet walked over. "He's just a kid. I was there when Daryl was beatin' his ass, he had only just met them and he didn't do anything wrong."

"It's settled," Rick said, looking at Violet and Dale. "We'll do it today."

Dale followed after Rick and she thought about following them, but she stayed put and watched them leave. She looked over to see Daryl walking off and she unfolded her arms and stormed after him.

Daryl made his way to his makeshift camp and Violet crushed the dry grass beneath her feet. Daryl took of his crossbow and dropped it to the ground. He took off his long sleeved top, revealing his sleeveless top. He spun around, knowing she was following him and he glared at her.

"I thought you were scared of me!" He snapped and she jumped backwards.

"I ain't scared!" She snapped back.

"Bullshit!"

"I'm not scared of anything!"

"Bullshit again!"

"It's not bullshit!" She stomped her foot and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "What the hell's your problem?"

"My problem? Your the one with a problem. You paintin' me out to be a saint, but I ain't girl. I'm a rude piece of redneck trash, always am, always will be!"

"Don't say that! Now, that's some big fat bullshit, right there!" Violet stormed forward and got in his face. Daryl's nostrils flared in anger and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I'm not a saint," He growled.

"Just because you don't think that, doesn't mean that I can't," She replied. "Don't do this to Randall, you're just building up more emotional damage inside of your head."

"My heads already damaged," He whispered. "I'm gettin' the answers we need as a group."

"You don't need to get answers this way!" She grabbed his arm and held his hand up in front of his face. "This doesn't need to happen. Violence isn't the answer to everything."

"And what did you do to Andrea yesterday, huh? You pushed her to the ground, you acted violently. So, you can't say shit, girl!" He spat back, pulling his arm from her grip. "Grow up!"

"No! How about you act like the man I know you are!"

"You don't know nothing about me kid!"

"Stop calling me that!" She screamed.

"No!" He hissed and she could feel his hot breath on her face.

"Stop calling me a kid. Stop treating me like one! How about you grow up and act like a fuckin' man and admit you care! Because I heard what you said, you called me your girl. So, choose your next move wisely Daryl Dixon, because I swear I will walk away and that's that. I won't talk to you, I won't even look at you..." She looked up into his eyes and his fiery blue gaze pierced into her green ones.

He was silent for too long. Violet sighed and looked away from him. She stepped backwards and turned away from him. She started to walk off and Daryl watched her go. He stared down at the floor and he shook his head a little and then he finally acted.

In two long strides he caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and spun her around. He grabbed her waist and crashed his body against her. He cupped her cheek and then crashed his lips against hers. Violet squeaked against his lips and then unexpectedly she molded her body against his. Violet grabbed his shirt and her hands turned into fists. Daryl brought up his other hand, letting go of her waist and buried it in her long hair. Daryl brushed his teeth gently against her bottom lip and she opened her mouth letting his tongue go in.

The kiss deepened into unexplored territory and Violet stroked her hands up his shirt and then wrapped them around his neck, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes. Daryl's hands fell from her face and he wrapped his arms around her body, picking her up off the ground. The warmness of their tongues meeting, ignited a new feeling in Daryl's stomach.

Violet wrapped locks of his hair around her fingers and delved her tongue deeper into his mouth. Daryl stroked his hand up her back and then buried his palm into her hair at the back of her head.

They both slowly pulled away. Violet looked back at him with hooded eyes. Her lips were bright red and so were his. He stared back into her green eyes, his fogged with lust. He slowly put her down on her feet, but they stayed in the same position, staring into one another's eyes. Daryl let his arms fall from her waist and went to pull away, but Violet got back up on her tiptoes and she buried her face into his neck, hugging him tight. Daryl paused for a second and then he slowly wrapped his arms back around her waist.

"You were right. It was bullshit," She whispered into his neck. "I was scared of you."

"Was?"

"Now...now I'm not scared."

...

Violet sat on the chair in the room Beth was in. Hershel was checking her over having stitched her wrist up yesterday. He was worried about her. Violet was worried about her. Everyone was. She shifted uncomfortably, in the chair, her shoulder and stomach causing her discomfort, but she couldn't just blame it on that, because her mind was rushing with a billion thoughts about what had happened between her and Daryl.

She thought she'd been dreaming at the time, but when she realized she wasn't, her mind had started to go into overdrive. She couldn't believe he'd kissed her and she felt butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it.

She'd seen so many different sides to Daryl in such a short space of time, that her mind was about to explode. His violent, angry, hateful, soft and romantic side. It was almost all too much to handle.

She looked over at Beth. She looked at peace, even though she'd tried to kill herself. Violet was glad that she was okay. She wanted her to get better and return to her normal self. She wanted her Beth back, the Beth that was always smiling and singing songs.

Violet wondered if Daryl was ever going to give her shooting lessons. He was meant to today, but Randall had got in the way and she doubts that it will ever happen. Everything seems to be going wrong at the moment. But one thing was for certain, she was going to do everything to protect her new family.

"How is she?" Glenn asked, stepping into the room.

"She seems to be in good spirits today," Hershel said with a smile and Glenn looked over at Violet who nodded her head in agreement.

"Well let me know if I can do anything," Glenn said and Hershel followed him out the room.

Violet got up out of the chair and climbed into bed next to Beth. She rolled her head over to look at her and flashed her a weak smile.

"Is that Daryl's vest?" She giggled. "Did you...you know?"

"What, no no no," Violet blushed. "It wasn't like that...he gave it to me."

"Oh," She smirked. "He gave it to you."

"Yes, he gave it to me," She repeated.

"I'm sorry Violet," She whispered.

"For what?"

"For scaring you, making you worry about me," She explained. "I'm a disgrace-"

"No, your not," Violet assured her. "You just hit a rough patch. We all have them."

"You got shot...its my fault you got shot," She whimpered and Violet reached out and grabbed her hand.

"No, it wasn't your fault-"

"You went to find my daddy. I shouldn't have overreacted," She cried.

"Hey! Now, don't be so silly! Look at me!" Violet demanded and Beth finally looked her in the eyes. "It wasn't your fault. I got shot, because some men shot me, but I'm fine now."

"If you'd died, I'd never have been able to forgive myself," She explained.

"I'm fine and I'm here now. I'm just glad you're here, your my best friend and I need you with me," She said and she squeezed her hand.

"Your my best friend too," Beth replied.

"Good, I better be," Violet giggled and Beth smiled up at her.

"So, you gonna' tell me what happened with Daryl?" She asked.

"What?"

"I don't really talk to Daryl, but I know he's not the type of person to give his vest to just anyone."

"Oh, you've really got it all figured out, haven't you?" Violet retorted.

"I always do. I should be a detective," Beth giggled and Violet embraced the sound, glad to see she was happy again.

"He kissed me," Violet admitted.

"What!" Beth's eyes widened in glee. "Kissed you. He actually kissed you?"

"Yeah," Violet smiled and she played with Daryl's vest.

"Well, I sure did miss a lot."

...

Everyone was gathering in the lounge. Violet took a seat in between Maggie and Hershel. Maggie lay back against the couch and Violet mimicked her actions, waiting for everyone to join them.

Shane kept looking over at Violet and she was tempted to say something to him, but she ignored the urge. His face was cut and bruised from Daryl's beating, but no one seemed to ask him how he got them. But one look at Daryl's knuckles would tell you all you needed to know. She looked over at Maggie and she smiled at her.

"You look different," Maggie whispered, whilst everyone else talked in small separate groups. Daryl was leaning against the wall and she could feel his eyes on her.

"Different how?" Violet asked.

"More mature...what happened?" Maggie playful nudged her arm, and she winced. "Oh god...sorry I forgot."

"It's okay," Violet laughed.

Finally Rick came in and then he stood in front of the group. Carl came in and stood near to Daryl. Violet looked at the serious expression on everyone's faces and she looked over at Dale. He nodded at her and they both shared a silent agreement that they were against killing Randall. Rick looked back at Carl and then he left the lounge. He looked back at everyone and sighed.

"So, how do we do this? Just take a vote?" Glenn asked and Violet sat up straight.

"Does it have to be unanimous?" Andrea asked and Violet sent her a glare, still pissed off about the situation with Beth.

"How about the majority rules," Lori suggested.

"Lets just see where everybody stands," Rick said. "Then, we can talk through the options."

"Well, the way I see it. There's only one way to move forward," Shane said casually.

"Of course you'd say something like that," Violet muttered and Shane narrowed his eyes at her.

"Do you mind the adults are talking!" He snapped.

"Hey! I'm just as involved in this as the next guy!" Violet got to her feet and stood her ground.

"We can't kill him," Dale said and Violet nodded in agreement.

"He's right, we can't just kill him," Violet said and she looked over at Rick.

"Sit your ass back down, girl!" Shane hissed.

"What the fuck did you just say to her!?" Daryl went to run forwards, but Rick stopped him.

"Everyone, this is going to be a calm conversation," He explained and Daryl shoved Rick's arms out of the way and then he looked over at Violet who was watching him carefully.

"We're going to kill him," Dale shrugged his shoulders. "It's clear, which way the rope swings."

"Well, if people think we should spare him, then I wanna' know," Rick said, resting his hands against the back of the couch.

"Well, I can tell you its a small group," Dale retorted. "Maybe, its just me, Violet and Glenn."

"Look Dale, I think your pretty much right about everything all the time, but this-"

"Glenn, they've got you scared," Dale interjected.

"He's not one of us," Glenn explained. "And we've lost too many people already."

"How about you, do you agree with this?" Dale asked, looking at Maggie and Hershel.

"Could we continue keeping him prisoner?" Maggie suggested, looking at Rick.

"It's just another mouth to feed," Daryl muttered.

"That's not a good enough point," Violet said and Daryl stared into her eyes and she stared back.

"He could be an asset," Dale said, extending his arms. "Give him a chance to prove himself."

"We're not letting him walk around," Rick replied.

"Why are you people being so inhumane? How would you feel in his shoes, you'd want to be spared," Violet explained, backing up Dale.

"We could put an escort on him," Maggie said.

"Who would want to volunteer for that duty?" Shane laughed.

"I will!" Dale and Violet both said in unison.

"I don't think anyone should be walking around with this guy," Rick held up his hand and Violet rolled her eyes.

"He's right. I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up," Lori said.

"But, it ain't all about you, your highness!" Violet spat and Shane took a step towards her, but Andrea placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Look, say we let him join us, right, maybe he's helpful. Maybe's his nice," Shane smirked. "We let our guard down. He runs off and brings back his thirty men."

"So, the answer is to kill him," Dale exclaimed. "To prevent a crime that he may never commit!"

"If we do this we're saying there's no hope," Violet said, walking over to stand by Dale. "No hope of laws, dead. There's no hope of civilization."

"Oh my god," Shane muttered.

"Could you drive him further out?" Hershel asked. "Leave him like you planned."

"If you go through with it...how would you do it?" Patricia asked and Violet looked over at her, hoping she would've been one of the ones to agree with them.

"We could hang him...just snap his neck," Shane suggested and Violet's jaw dropped at his suggestion.

"How could you say that!" She hissed. "You are a psychopath!"

"I thought about that, shooting him may be more humane," Rick said and Violet looked over Rick's shoulder at Daryl. He quickly looked away from her and Violet felt shame rush through her body.

"What about the body-"

"Hold on, hold on!" Dale waved his arms around. "You're talking about this like's it's already been decided."

"We've been talkin' about this all day, going around in circles, do you wanna' do that again?" Daryl asked stepping away from the wall.

"This is a young man's life!" Dale shouted. "And it's worth more than a five minute conversation! Is this what its come too, we kill someone, because we can't decide what else to do with him! Yet you saved him! And now look at him, he's been tortured, he's gonna' be executed! How are we so better than the people we're all so afraid of?"

"We all know what needs to be done," Shane said.

"No, Dale is right," Rick spoke up. "We can't leave stones unturned-"

"So, what's the other solution?" Andrea asked. "We haven't made a viable option yet. I wish we could-"

"So, lets work on it!" Dale exclaimed.

"Just stop! Just stop it!" Carol spoke out and Violet looked over at her. "I'm sick of everyone arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this, you can't ask us to decide something like this, please decide, either of you or both of you. But leave me out."

"No speaking out, or killing him yourself, there's no difference," Dale said.

"Alright, now that's enough!" Rick ordered. "Anybody's that's for, make a decision now."

"You once said we don't kill the living," Dale said.

"Well that was before the living tried to kill us," Rick replied. "Violet, these men they shot at you! They shot you twice and now you're fighting to keep one of their men alive?"

"That doesn't matter, not anymore," Violet said.

"But, don't you see that the people we were and the world we knew, is dead! And this world is ugly, it's harsh, i-it's the survival of the fittest! And that's a world I don't want to live in and I don't believe that any of you do! I can't, please lets just do what's right," Violet saw the unshed tears in Dale's eyes and she reached out and grabbed his hand.

Everyone fell silent and stared at him, stared at them both. Violet felt the strength of Dale's words pull at her heartstrings and she looked around at everyone.

"Now, is there anyone else that's going to stand with me?" Dale asked.

"He's right we should try and find another way," Andrea said.

"Anybody else?" Rick asked and everyone fell silent, none of them looking at Dale or Violet. Dale squeezed her hand and Violet felt tears sting in her eyes.

"Y'all gonna' watch to?" Dale said, blinking back his tears. "No no, you'll start dancing and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being. I won't be a part of this," Dale let go of Violet's hand and walked away. He stopped by Daryl and placed his hand on his shoulder. "This group is broken," Dale walked off and out the house and Violet looked back at them.

"You guys go ahead, you kill him!" Violet snapped. "Then, you wait, because karma is one hell of a bitch and it will find a way to hurt you, all of you."

Violet stormed past them and she shared one more look with Daryl, then stormed out of the farmhouse.

...

Night had fallen and they were all sat around a small camp fire. Violet wasn't even sure why she was there. She would've been here for Dale, but he wasn't around at the moment. She sighed and slid down the tree.

She tapped the handle of her knife against her head and she watched everyone silently interact with one another. She looked over at Daryl who was talking to Carol.

She wasn't sure what she felt. Yeah, she was unbelievably pissed at him, but that was mainly because he didn't side with her and Dale, but she expected that from him. Or maybe it was the fact that it had been hours since the talk in the farmhouse and he still hadn't come over to talk to her, but what was she expecting, Daryl can't talk about how he feels.

Screams suddenly filled the air and everyone shot up. Violet recognized the deep screams and her eyes widened.

"DALE!" She screeched and she took off and everyone ran after her. "DALE!" Everyone's flashlights were waving around and Violet had a death grip on her knife and she sprinted through the long grass.

Daryl ran next to her and they ran around the bend and Violet screeched at the top of her lungs, when she saw the walker rip into Dale's stomach. Daryl sprinted forwards and tackled the walker off him and stabbed it in the head.

"HELP!" Daryl yelled, waving his arms around, signalling where they were. Violet fell to her knees next to him and she pulled on his bloodstained shirt.

"NO!" She cried and her tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes.

Everyone ran over screaming and Rick crouched down next to him. Violet tried to push his hands off of Dale, not thinking he deserved it. Daryl laced his arm around her waist and pulled her up to her feet.

"Stay back!" He ordered and Violet shook her head and pushed him out of her way and she fell back down next to him.

"Hang on Dale," Andrea cried and Violet reached out and touched his cheek.

"HERSHEL!" Rick yelled.

"SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!" Violet screeched.

"What happened?" Hershel jogged over and Violet stroked his heating face.

"Can we move him?" Rick asked.

"He won't make the trip," Hershel said.

"DO SOMETHING!" Violet yelled at Hershel.

"Rick, there's nothing I can do," Hershel said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"NO!" Rick screamed.

Everyone started crying and Andrea stroked the other side of his face. Violet stared at his fading face. She was hunched over her shoulders shuddering from her tears. She looked at his scared face and knew that nothing could be done to save him.

Rick crouched down with his gun in his hands and Violet's eyes widened, and she began to shake her head.

"No!" She pushed his hand away.

"Violet, there's nothing we can do!" He shouted back and she let out a sob.

Rick raised his arm, the gun shaking in his hands. Andrea looked away from Dale's face, but Violet couldn't. She physically couldn't look away.

Daryl walked over to Rick and took the gun from his hands. He crouched down opposite Violet and he looked into her eyes. She nodded her head and he nodded back.

"Sorry brother," Daryl said and then he fired the killing blow.

...

The night was dark and there was a pinch of coldness present. Violet sat on the ground by the well she'd once been forced to go down. She glanced down into the pit of darkness and then looked up at the night sky. She placed her hands against the cobblestone of the well and pulled at the splints of grass growing out of the cracks. Her heart felt like a rock in her chest and she sighed, blinking back the hot tears.

Dale's dying face was still fresh in her mind and she sent up a prayer that he'd rest in peace. She sighed and wiped her tears away. She hated that everything had gone so wrong so quickly. She kind of wished that Rick's group had never come to the farm. She wished she'd never had shot Carl and then none of this would've happened, but then again she wouldn't have met a lot of these people. She wouldn't have met Daryl.

She heard someone walk along the grass and she didn't even turn to look who it was. They sat down next to her in front of the well and she inhaled the air and smelt that it was Daryl.

"I know it's probably a stupid question, but are ya okay?" He asked.

"Nope," She replied simply. "You?"

"Nope," He grumbled. "It will get better."

"I know, it always does," Violet sighed. "I'm just in shock."

"Violet, I'm sorry," He whispered.

"For what?"

"Not sidin' with you, and for not talkin' to you," He replied.

"It's okay...what you did back there, thank you," She whispered back. "You didn't have to do it, but I'm glad you did, if anyone should've done it, it should've been you."

"I'm no good at this girl..." He muttered. "I'm not good at tellin' people how I feel."

"You don't have too Daryl," She said and she finally looked away from the well and into his eyes. "Just don't shut me out, promise me you won't."

"I promise," He whispered back.

Violet felt a single tear fall from her eyes and Daryl reached up and wiped it away with his thumb. She bit her bottom lip and looked up into his deep blue eyes. He stared down at her lips, then back at her eyes. He kept his hand on her face and then he leaned down and kissed her softly, catching her bottom lip in between his.

She gently placed her fingertips against the stubble on his face and she felt it tickle her chin. This kiss wasn't as needy and new as the first one they'd shared. This kiss was soft and comforting to her and she knew he felt it too. Daryl rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently.

Violet pulled away and looked up into his eyes. "We should head back."

"I was thinkin' we could stay here for a little longer," He said.

"Okay."