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Song: He is We - Pour Me out.

~ Chapter 13 ~

"A motel's good, right?" Glenn said, and they all stood in front of the rundown motel. The sign was hanging off on one hinge. Some of the windows were boarded up, and they could hear the walkers inside.

"Daryl, T-Dog, Glenn and Maggie, come with me. We'll clear the building," Rick ordered.

"I wanna' help," Violet spoke up, and Rick looked at Daryl. "Hey! It ain't up to him what I do."

"I never said that Violet," Rick retorted. "You can come, if you're sure."

"Violet, I'd really like you to stay out here with us," Beth said, and she reached out, then took a hold of her hand. "Please?"

"I'll stay," Violet sighed, and they all got ready to go inside. Lori and Rick seemed to have a small heated argument, before they went inside. Violet wondered if their relationship was hitting the rocks. She watched the five of them head inside, and she focused most of her attention on Daryl. When he disappeared inside, she let out a sigh.

"I need to talk to you," Beth whispered, and Violet took in the serious expression on her face.

"Sure," Violet nodded. Carol and Hershel were both sat in the back of the truck, keeping a look out. Lori seemed to be telling Carl off, but Violet wasn't sure what for. Beth led Violet over to a bench nearby, she noticed how they were sat out of earshot from Hershel. "Beth?"

"Er...last night, when we were campin' in the woods...erm...oh god..." Beth stammered, and Violet reached out and grabbed both her hands.

"What happened?"

"Well, I needed to go and pee. So, I wandered off to find a spot...I found Rick sat underneath one of the trees. He looked sad, and I went over to sit with him. He told me that his relationship with Lori was almost dead, and the only reason why they were keepin' it together was for Carl's sake, and for the unborn baby...I tried to cheer him up by tellin' him a funny story, and...he tried to kiss me-"

"HE WHAT!?" Violet shrieked, and everyone looked over at her. She coughed, and lowered her head.

"Violet!" Beth hit her arm. "I needed to tell you, because you're my best friend, and you can understand the whole situation."

"Your sixteen-"

"Seventeen, I think I turned seventeen a few days ago...if my dates are correct," She mumbled. "You can't lecture me on age Violet, because your nineteen, and your with Daryl. He's like forty?"

Violet's eyes widened. "I don't even know how old he is!"

"Why don't you just ask him," Beth smirked.

"What if he's fifty, or sixty...I've been making out with a sixty year old man," Violet pulled on her hair, and Beth laughed.

"Violet, he ain't sixty," Beth pulled Violet's hand out from her hair. "Anyway, I said he tried to kiss me...I moved away, told him no, and I left. He's spent the whole mornin' apologizing to me, I've told him a million times that it's okay, but he keeps sayin' he's sorry."

"Oh, I suppose that's not that bad," Violet said.

"You okay?" Beth asked, seeing the distant look on her face.

"You've made me think I'm with a sixty year old man."

"He's not sixty!" Beth laughed, and she pulled Violet into a hug. "So..." Beth pulled away from Violet. "How are things with you and Daryl?"

"There fine...I told him how I got my scars."

"Do you still not want to tell me about it?"

"I will, but I'm not ready to go through all them emotions again," Violet explained, and Beth flashed her an innocent smile. "Anyway, things are great...He's really nice, and I love it when he wraps his arms around me...he's all warm, and sometimes I just wanna' wrap my arms and legs around him, and hug him till I go to sleep. But I don't think he'd actually let me do that."

"Violet, you've got him wrapped around your little finger."

"I have?" Violet raised her eyebrow at her.

"Do you not see how he looks at you? We all see it. He looks like a dog following his owner," Beth smiled.

"He's not a dog!" She exclaimed, and she pushed Beth's shoulder. "Though he could use a haircut."

"Beth, Violet," Hershel called out, and they both looked over. "They've cleared it out."

They both walked over and joined the others. Everyone came together and went inside the motel. Violet inhaled the musky scent. There was a dusty desk to their right, there was hooks behind it, which had keys hanging from them. On their left were two old worn out couches, there was a coffee table in between them, and outdated magazines were scatted on top of it.

There was a corridor off to the left and right. Up ahead there was another long corridor, which lead to the rooms. There were two staircase, one started against the right side of the wall, and the other along the left side. The two staircases came together to meet, and there was another corridor, which lead to the rooms on the top floor.

Rick walked behind the desk, and he stood in front of the keys. He grabbed one off the hooks, then looked over at the corridor.

"Pick a room," Rick looked at them all grinning, and Carl ran over with Lori, then everyone else followed them. Violet stayed standing there, and she looked up to the top of the staircase. Daryl was leaning against the railings, and he nodded behind him. Violet looked back at everyone's happy faces, then she took off up the stairs.

She followed Daryl down the corridor, and he soon stopped at one of the doors. He opened the door, and the first thing she saw was the double bed. She ran past him and dived onto the bed. The mattress was soft, and Violet felt her body sink into it.

"Holy mother of all that's great and beautiful!" Violet rolled around, the sheets tangling in her limbs.

Daryl watched her from the doorway, and he didn't get it. What was she doing with him? He crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame. He watched her brown hair tumble over her shoulders. He could see the small scars on her back, but she still looked beautiful, and he still didn't get why she was with someone like him.

Violet stopped rolling around on the bed, and she looked over at Daryl.

"What's wrong?" She asked, and she sat up.

"Nothin' girl," He replied and she tilted her head to the side.

"Are you sure?" She pushed, and he nodded his head. He stepped into the room, and shut the door behind him.

Daryl made his way across the room, and he sat on the bed. Violet untangled the sheets from around her, and she crawled over to sit by him.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, and he nodded his head. "Promise you won't get mad at me?" He narrowed his eyes at her, and she sighed. "Your not sixty, are you?"

"What! No!?" Daryl hollered, and she cringed. "Is that how old you think I am, girl?"

"No...well I don't know how old you are, and I began to freak out thinking you were sixty," She explained.

"I'm thirty-eight," He said in a rough voice, and it was near enough a growl.

"Daryl, I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to know," She smiled at him, but he just stared back at her with a cold look. "Daryl..."

"Na..." He stared down at the floor, and Violet rested her hand on his arm, but he flinched.

"Daryl...I think we need to talk," Violet sighed. She placed her hand in her lap, and she brought her legs off the bed, resting them firmly on the wooden floor. "Daryl, do you want this? Me?"

He didn't reply. He continued burning a hole in the designated spot on the floor. Violet bit down on her bottom lip, gnawing down on it hard. There was a slight tremble rocking her body, but she knew they needed to talk about this.

"Is it too much for you, us?"

Again. He didn't reply.

"W-We can stop," She stammered, unsure of her own words.

He brought his thumb up to his mouth, and Violet reached out, wrapping her hand around his wrist, and she pulled it away, slowly.

"I dunno'," He shrugged his shoulders, and he still wouldn't look at her.

"Daryl, if you don't know, then this may not be the right thing-"

"No," He grunted. "Girl, I'm old 'nough to be ya Pa."

"That doesn't matter to me...If my age really does bother you, then...then-"

"Don't ya dare finish that sentence," He growled, and his hands curled around the bed sheets.

"Daryl, please. You gotta' tell me how you feel...it can't just be me making the decision in our relationship."

Daryl looked at her. The use of the word 'relationship', sparked his attention. Is that what this was? He'd never had one. Daryl stared into her big green eyes, and he felt lost for a few seconds.

"Girl," He sighed. "I don't know. I care 'bout ya. When that motherfucker tried to drown ya...I didn't even hesitate to kill 'im. I just knew I had too...I couldn't let ya die."

"Daryl, what do you want?" She asked, and he looked away from her. Violet slowly reached out her shaky hand, and she placed it over his heart. He fell stock still under her touch. "What do you want, in here," She tapped his chest, and he looked down at her hand.

He slowly looked into her eyes, and she brought her hand off his chest. Her hand slightly stroking down his vest as she removed it. She flashed him a tiny, weak smile.

"I dunno' what I want," He grunted, and her mouth fell into a thin line.

"Okay, well I think its best that I give you time. Now, I best go find myself a room," Her words seemed to bring a piercing feeling to his heart. She got up off the bed, and she made her way over to the door. She wanted to look back, but she knew she'd give all her emotions away. She grabbed a hold of the doorknob, and she opened the door. It creaked on its hinges, and she shut it behind her.

...

Room 13. It was on the bottom floor, and it was the one she'd chosen. It was more rundown, then the one Daryl was in. There was a thin white sheet on the double bed, which wasn't the most comfortable mattress, but she wasn't going to complain, luxuries weren't common nowadays.

She padded over to the bed, and she sat down with a sigh. She wanted to cry, she did, but she'd done enough of that, especially last night. Her Uncle Frank appeared in her mind. He looked different from the glance she'd gotten of him. He had a stubbly beard, and his appearance looked rough. Whereas before, he was always this big soft teddy bear, but now he looked hard. He looked like someone you didn't want to fuck with.

"Violet," She looked over to see Rick standing in the doorway. "You okay?"

"No," She replied, honestly. Rick closed the door behind him, and he made his way over, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"I know it must be hard, your Uncle was there and now he's gone...I understand what it's like to not know where your family are."

"How?" Violet asked.

"I was in a coma whilst the world went to shit...woke up, didn't know what the hell was going on...didn't know where my family was. I felt like I was dead inside, but I found them."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Violet whispered. "Must've been horrible."

"It was...I believe you'll see him again, and your brother," Rick admitted, and she bit her bottom lip. "Is it something else?"

"Daryl...I think the fact that I'm nineteen is an issue for him. Back on the farm, when Shane found out, he said horrible things. He told him he was a dirty old man, called him a filthy redneck...he went weird with me after that, but I think it's really getting to him...I just want to be happy, and he makes me happy. He may be rough around the edges, he may have a short fuse, but that doesn't bother me...I just told him that I'd give him some time to think about what he wants, because 'dunno' isn't a good enough answer. I care about him, I really do, but there's time when I just want to hit him on the back of the head to give him a fuckin' wake up call...tomorrow doesn't come so easy for some."

"I've come to know Daryl in different ways, and I know that he's probably having an inner battle with himself, he's got demons, and there probably telling him he's wrong for wanting you, but he just needs some time to come to his senses. He likes you, I know he does."

Silence fell, and a small sigh escaped Violet's lips. Rick brought up his hand and he rested it on her shoulder. She looked over at him, and he flashed her a small smile.

"Er, Rick. Beth told me what happened," She said, and his mouth fell in a thin line. "If you ever need someone to talk to about Lori. I don't mind."

"Thanks...tell Beth I'm sorry-"

"She knows. She's forgiven you, I think you should just go back to normal-Wait!" Her eyes widened slightly. "Rick, before on the farm you were totally against me and Daryl, because of the age difference, but now you've changed your mind...this doesn't have anything to do with Beth, does it?"

Rick hesitated. "No!"

"Rick-"

"I just had a change of heart, because I've seen the way he looks at you," He explained, and Violet suddenly felt bad.

"Oh...sorry, I didn't mean it," She bit down on her bottom lip, and he smiled.

"It's okay," He returned. "You should join Carol and Lori in the kitchen."

"The kitchen?"

"Yeah, walk down the corridor, then into the lobby. It's down the hallway to your left, and through the double doors," He smiled at her once more, then got to his feet and left.

...

Violet stood in the kitchen. There was a metal island in the middle off to the right side of the room. The whole kitchen consisted of metal cupboards and counter tops. Carol was unpacking the canned food from the plastic basket. Lori was looking through the cupboards to see what she could find. Whereas, Violet just stood in front of the metal island, and tapped her fingers on the counter top.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Carol asked, glancing away from a can.

"Hm, yeah I'm fine," She mused back, and Carol's eyes lingered on hers, seeing right through her.

"I like this place," Lori said, and Violet looked over at her.

"We could lose it tomorrow, heck we could lose it any minute," Violet replied, and Lori sighed.

"I know," Her hands went to her stomach, and Violet looked away from her.

"I'm so happy to have a room," Carol admitted, changing he subject. "Though, I miss sharing a tent with Beth. She's good company."

"Thank you," Violet spoke up. "For helping her through the loss of Jimmy and Patricia."

"That's okay," Carol smiled in happiness, and Violet nodded at her. "So, are you and Daryl sharing-"

"No, we're not," Violet muttered, firmly.

"Oh," Lori and Carol both said, and they looked at one another.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lori asked, and Violet shook her head.

"I'm starting to believe there's actually nothing to talk about anymore."

...

Violet was sat down on the couch in the lobby. She placed her feet up on the coffee table, and let her head roll back against the rough fabric. A yawn washed over her, and she could see that it was getting dark, through the cracks in the boarded up windows.

T-Dog was outside on the porch, keeping watch. Violet knew herself that they couldn't stay here for long, it was too open. Someone could easily come across them, whether they were bad or good. It was too risky.

Her thoughts immediately returned to Daryl. She didn't know what to do, and she was scared that he was going to shut her out completely. But she needed to know if this is what he wanted. It was obvious that he was having an inner battle with himself, but she just wanted him. She didn't care about the age difference, and she didn't think it was wrong, though she knew her Uncle definitely wouldn't approve, but that was because she was his niece. Though he'd understand, because that was the type of man he was, he was understanding.

"Hey," Beth sat down next to her on the couch, and in her arms was a guitar. "Look what I found in one of the rooms."

"You play?" Violet asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm a bit rusty though," She struck a chord, and it came out perfectly. "Or not."

"I used to play too," Violet said.

"Really, will you play for me?" She asked, and Violet opened her mouth to protest, but Beth shoved the guitar into her arms with a smirk. "Can you sing too?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm good-"

"Sing," Beth stared at her with her big blue eyes, and Violet grumbled.

"Fine," She sighed, and she played a chord to see if she could still remember a song.

Wake up in the morning, it's not so bad.
I can taste you on my lips, and it makes me sad.
there's a part of me that just wants you back,
You're the one thing I want, that I never did have.
That I never did have.
Oh, no.

Violet looked over to see Carol and Lori had come out of the kitchen, and were standing by the desk.

Fill me up,
Steam me up.
Hear me shout,
Tip me over and pour me out.
Pour me out on the concrete, next to your feet.
Do I have to cry out?
Can you hear me?
Oh just to be with you.

Everyone else made their way into the lobby. Glenn, Maggie and Hershel sat down on the couch opposite them. Carl was stood behind the couch. Rick hovered by the door with T-Dog who had poked his head around the door to see what was going on.

Oh gosh this bed it feels so cold,
My head was led by the lies you told.
But to this day my heart you stole,
In a bind left behind waiting for your call.

It was Daryl's turn to make an appearance. He stopped at the top of the stairs, and lent against the railings. His eyes zoned in on Violet, who hadn't noticed he was there. Her voice sounded like an angel.

Fill me up,
Steam me up.
Hear me shout,
Tip me over and pour me out.
Pour me out on the concrete,
Next to your feet.
Do I have to cry out?
Can you hear me?
Oh just to be with you.

Find me outside sitting in the rain,
On the curb in pain,
My heart is breaking
You look at me
Holding on to a dream
That filled me long ago
But I'm still waiting
I'm still holding on

Pour me out,
On the concrete,
Next to your feet.
Do I have to cry out?
Can you hear me?
Oh just to be.
Pour me out,
On the concrete, next to your feet.
Do I have to cry out?
Can you hear me?
Can your hear me?
Do I have to cry?
Can you hear me?
Oh just to be just to be with you.
Oh just to be with you.
Oh just to be with you.

Violet stopped, and she looked at them. Beth was grinning from ear to ear, and everyone else had a happy glint in their eyes. Violet's gaze shifted to the top of the staircase, and she saw Daryl's retreating form. A sigh escaped her lips, then Maggie spoke up.

"I never knew you could sing," This seemed to erupt everyone into a chorus of praises, and Violet plastered a smile on her face.

Soon, everyone returned to what they'd been doing before, and Violet gave the guitar back to Beth. She made her way back to her room, and lay down on the bed.

She curled herself up into a ball, and wrapped the sheets around her body. She began to think about what she should do about Daryl, maybe she should just stop thinking about it, wait for him to come to her. But, would he come to her?

She thought about Oscar and her Uncle. Then an idea came to her mind. She'd wait to see if Daryl would come to her, and if he didn't, then she'd leave to find her Uncle. She needed to, she didn't believe that they'd find him by just travelling around places. She wanted to search for him, see if Oscar was with him. She needed to know, and if Daryl didn't want her, then she wouldn't feel like she was abandoning him. She knew that Beth, Hershel and Maggie would understand, and they wouldn't fall out with her over it. She just knew they'd understand.

If Daryl was going to try and build his walls so high, then she wasn't going to bother anymore, because she has her demons too, and he needs to understand that he can't keep pushing people away, because one day they'll stop coming back, and the bond between them will just snap.