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Song: Changing - Sigma ft. Paloma Faith

~ Chapter 14 ~

Violet was sat down at the table in the kitchen. Everyone was sat there, eating away at their food, and having something to drink. Violet wasn't hungry, she just didn't have that much of an appetite. She poked at her food with the fork.

Beth was sat next to her, and T-dog was on her other side. She didn't look, but she knew he was there. He was sat at the far end of the table near Rick. But, she wasn't going to look, she couldn't.

"You okay?" T-Dog asked, and she nodded her head. "It's just, you're not eating."

"I'm not that hungry," She replied. "I'm going to go on watch."

She got to her feet, and the scraping sound from her chair echoed around. Everyone's eyes went to her, and she ignored the shiver that ran down her spine. She dashed out of the kitchen, and walked out of the motel. Violet took a seat on the porch steps, and she pulled her knife out of her belt, just in case.

Violet hadn't slept last night. Her eyes were sore, and she kept rubbing them. She couldn't stop thinking about everything that was going on. She kept over thinking every little thing in her mind, and she was giving herself a headache.

She grabbed a strand of her hair, and wrapped it around her finger. She could see Daryl's bike was near the steps, along with the truck and car. She got to her feet, and made her way past his bike, brushing her fingers against it. She wanted to ride it again with him. She liked the feeling, even though she was nervous the first time, she liked holding on tight to him, and having their bodies so close together.

Violet walked over to the truck and she sat in the back of it. She began to play with her knife, and tried to push all thoughts of Daryl to the back of her mind. Right now all she wanted to do was cry.

"Hi," Violet jumped, and she turned to see Glenn standing there. "Penny for your thoughts."

"I don't believe you have a penny," Violet smirked, and Glenn pulled a granola from his pocket.

"I have a granola bar," He smiled, and sat down next to her in the back of the truck.

"I'm not hungry," She replied.

"You need to eat," He said, a bit more forcefully.

"Glenn-"

"You can cry if you want...I can see your trying to bottle things up, doing that isn't going to help," He explained, and she closed her mouth. Her eyes immediately began to fill up with tears. She let one fall from her eye, and she wiped it away. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want to go and find my Uncle, and see if my baby brother is with him," She sniffled, and he put the granola bar back in his pocket.

"You can't leave-"

"I can, but I'm only gonna' leave if Daryl...it doesn't matter," She grumbled, and she rubbed her sore eyes.

"Tell me," Glenn whispered, and she looked over at him.

"Daryl doesn't know if he wants me, he clearly has an issue with the age difference, even though I'm going to be twenty soon. I told him I'll give him time to think about it, if he doesn't want me, then I'm going to leave and find my Uncle."

"What about Beth? Hm? Hershel, Maggie, and everyone else?" Glenn questioned.

"I know, but you guys will understand, and I know that I can come back, and everything will be fine between all of us, but if I left and I was still with Daryl, I'd feel like I couldn't leave."

"Violet, that's stupid-"

"No, it's not!" She exclaimed, and she slammed her hands against the truck. "You don't get it! I wanna' find my family! I've already lost my mom and dad. I want my Uncle and my baby brother back! So, I want to leave!"

"Your leavin'," Violet turned and she saw Daryl standing near his bike, staring right at her. She gulped, her eyes widening.

"Daryl-" He turned on his heel, and stormed back inside. Violet jumped down from the truck, and she took off after him.

When she got inside, she saw him making his way up the stairs. She ran after him, and they came to his room. He slammed the door in her face, but she turned the doorknob and walked inside.

"Daryl-"

"What the fuck is wrong with ya, girl!" He snapped, and she jumped. "Why are ya leavin' for!?"

"I don't know if I'm leaving yet," She whispered, and she stared down at the floor.

"Oh, I see. It depends on whether I make a decision," He sneered at her, and she could feel her tears stinging her eyes.

"I don't get it! All I need is a yes or no answer, do you want to be with me!?" She shrieked back at him, and her whole body was being rocked by tremors.

"Girl, of course I do!" He shouted back, and Violet whimpered.

"Then, why are you shutting me out..." She sniffled, and looked him in the eyes. "I don't care about the age difference. All I know is that when I'm with you I feel safe, and I feel comfortable, and I feel like I can be myself, and you'd never judge me for it. I just know that I like being around you..."

Silence fell, and Violet began to feel weak. Her mind was rushing with a million things, and she hoped that she hadn't said too much. She looked away from him, and stared down at her worn out boots. Suddenly, the weakness took over, and she felt the room spin.

Daryl saw her go, and he ran forward, catching her before she could hit the floor. He scooped her up into his arms, and carried her over to his bed. He gently put her down, and her head rolled to the side.

A few seconds later, her eyes opened again. They were red and bloodshot from her tiredness, and she turned to look at him. She went to sit up, but Daryl placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Lie down," He grunted, and she relaxed her body into the mattress.

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

"You ain't got nothin' to be sorry about," He sat down on the edge of the bed, and she went to sit up. Daryl reached around and propped the pillow up for her, and she leant back against it.

"I didn't mean to shout at you," She said, and he scoffed.

"Girl, you barely shouted-"

"I'm being selfish, aren't I?"

"What?"

"I was going to leave if you didn't want me. I was going to leave everyone else...I just want to find my uncle, and my baby brother," She explained, and she wiped away her tears. "God, I need to stop crying."

"It's okay to cry," He said.

"Are you going to tell me how you feel?"

"Girl, it's hard for me-"

"I know, I know," She repeated. "The age difference, is it that much of an issue?"

"There's just a voice in my head tellin' me it's wrong."

"You told me that you care about me, isn't that enough to stop listening to the voice," She reached out and grabbed his hand. "I know how it must look to other people, but to be quite honest it ain't got nothing to do with them. Everyone here isn't judging us, they accept us, because we're all one big family, and that's not what families do."

"Are ya gonna' leave?" He asked, sighing.

"No...Don't think I ever would have," She mumbled. "I wanna' find them, but I get into trouble around everyone here, can you imagine me on my own? I'd be screwed within seconds."

"Don't say that," He growled slightly.

"It's true..." She let go of his hand, and buried them in her lap.

"I like being around you too," He spoke up, and she looked into his eyes. A smile made its way to her lips, and he felt his heart flutter in his chest. He reached out and grabbed her hands from her lap, he squeezed them a bit, and her smile faded. She wanted to kiss him, but she wasn't sure if they were back to normal yet.

Her gaze fell to his lips and she slowly leaned closer to him. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she wasn't sure yet. His eyes fell to her lips, and before he could gain control of himself. He reached out and grabbed the side of her neck, and crashed his lips against hers.

A small squeal escaped her lips. She reached out and curled her fingers around the front of his shirt. The dizziness and weakness, was being replaced by a heat in her inner core. She shifted closer to him, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She groaned at the sensation, and she felt like electricity was being shot through her body, when he reached out and rested his hand on her thigh.

Violet swiftly moved, and straddled his lap. She pressed her body against his, and he looped one arm around her waist, and kept the other on the side of her face. His fingers edged towards her brown locks, and they soon found the familiar place of being buried in them. Violet felt something hard against her, and when she realized what it was she quickly pulled it away. A rack of nerves taking over her body.

Daryl glanced at her swollen lips, and he saw the slight panic in her eyes. He knew she'd felt the reaction he'd had to her, but what could he do when she was basically grinding against him.

"Girl, are ya okay?" He asked, breathlessly.

"Yeah," She wrapped her arms around his neck, and smiled sweetly at him.

"Violet...are you scared?" He asked, and she immediately realized how he'd said her name in such a serious, yet sincere way.

"I'm just nervous," She breathed. "I don't know what I'm doing."

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he rested his forehead against hers.

"Ya look tired," He grunted.

"Couldn't sleep last night," She explained. "Kept over thinking every little thing."

"I think ya need to sleep, and eat somethin'," He replied.

"I'm not hungry-"

"Girl, you ain't foolin' me. Stay here, I'm gonna' get you somethin' to eat," Violet got off his lap, and he got up from the bed and left.

...

Daryl had brought her up some food, and he'd stood there and watched her until she finished it all. She still couldn't sleep though, she didn't know why. Violet rubbed her eyes, she tossed and turned in Daryl's bed. He'd left to go and talk to Rick about going hunting.

Violet flung back the bed sheets, and she got up quickly. When she stood up, a wave of sickness came over her. She brought her hand to her mouth, and saw the small bin in the corner of the room. She raced over, and threw up in it.

"I'm goin' huntin-" Daryl froze, and he put his crossbow down on the floor, and made his way across the room to her. He grabbed her hair, and held it out of the way for her. He reached out, and placed his hand on her back. "Ya okay?"

Violet wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and nodded her head. "I'm fine."

"Obviously," He retorted, sarcastically.

"I dunno' what's wrong with me. I was fine a second ago, but then I felt sick," She explained.

"I thought I told ya to sleep," He said.

"I can't sleep," She admitted, and he helped her to her feet. He guided her back over to the bed and sat her down. She moved under the sheets and lay down. Daryl pulled the sheets up her body. She reached out and grabbed his hand, looking at him with those big green eyes. "Stay with me till I fall asleep."

Daryl didn't respond, but he gripped her hand tighter. She closed her eyes, and he stared down at her. He watched as her facial features relaxed, and her whole body loosened. She shifted slightly, and she gripped his hand tighter.

He felt his heart pick up speed as he watched her. Her hair tumbled around her face, and clung to her shoulders. He reached out and brushed it behind her back. A small smile came to her lips, and she slowly felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Daryl watched as her lips parted slightly, and her grip on his hand loosened. Her breathing fell into a perfect rhythm, and he watched her chest rise and fall. He let go of her hand, and placed it down on the mattress. He watched her some more, then he picked up his crossbow, and the bin she'd thrown up him, and he left the room.

...

When Violet woke up. She was immediately confused. She sat up, and she rubbed her eyes. Then she remembered being sick, and Daryl putting her to bed. Wow, that was a good nap. She stretched out her arms, and she took notice of Daryl's crossbow at the end of the bed.

Someone groaned from next to her.

Violet jumped and she looked to see Daryl lying next to her. He was on top of the bed sheet. One arm was behind his head, and the other was resting on his abdomen. His eyes slowly opened, and he looked over at her.

"Did ya have a nice sleep?" He asked, his voice rough.

"Yeah, how long was I asleep for?"

"I dunno', but it's around midnight now," He grunted, and he brought his arm out from under his head.

"Oh," Violet said. So, it was more than a nap.

"Ya feelin' better?" He sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

"Yeah, I dunno' what was wrong with me," She mumbled, picking at a piece of thread coming out of her jeans.

"Violet," He whispered, and she looked over at him, because he used her name. "I'll leave with ya."

"What?" She gasped.

"We can go and find your Uncle together," He elaborated, and she stared at him with wide eyes.

"This group needs you, more than they need me," She muttered.

"This groups needs you."

"Daryl, you bring us food. All I do is get myself in trouble," She joined him at the headboard, and she let her head roll back against it.

"That ain't true-"

"Shane, I always got myself in trouble with him. I shot Carl. Almost went into the barn full of walkers. I should've never have gone to meet Shane, but I did. That man back at the lake...and it's always you that saves me somehow."

"Your strong," He whispered.

"I'm not, not like you, and not like Maggie. I can only take down a walker if it's on its own. I was crap back on the farm, I let the walkers get Jimmy...god, I can't do anything right, I don't even know why I thought I could go off on my own."

"Girl, your one of the strongest people I know," He grabbed her hand, and she stared down at their joined hands. She looked into his eyes, and her lips parted slightly.

"I'm not strong-"

"You wanna' know why your one of the strongest people I know?" She nodded her head. "When you shot Carl, what did you do? You fought tooth and nail to earn people's forgiveness. You came to us and you took us back to the farm, you put everyone else before you, and you didn't even know us. You went down that well, and you made it up. Heck, girl you got shot twice, and your still here fightin'. If that ain't strong, then I don't know what is anymore. And what makes you the strongest person I know is the fact that you show your emotions. Everyone else here bottles everythin' up, and what good does that do them? Huh? Absolutely nothin' that's what. We all know how your feelin' and that makes you a strong person, because you ain't afraid to show people how your feelin' and what's on your mind..."

Violet bit down on her bottom lip, and she blinked back her tears. She squeezed his hand tighter, and he brought his hand up to her face, and wiped away some of her fleeting tears. He went to move in towards her, and she quickly moved away. His body froze, and she saw the hurt in his eyes.

"No, no, no, no! I just haven't...you know, brushed my teeth since I've been sick," Violet giggled sheepishly, and Daryl's face broke out into a smile. "I'll be back in a minute."

Violet rushed from the bed. Her dizziness and weakness had completely gone. She scurried from the room, and she fled down the hallway. She raced down the stairs, and went into her room. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste from her rucksack, and she went into the bathroom that was opposite her room.

She quickly brushed her teeth, and she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. There was some dirt on her face, and she got some water and quickly washed her face. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, and she began to wonder why.

She returned to her room, and put her things back. She made her way down the hallway.

She paused.

Violet blinked and she stared at the black silhouette in the lobby. They had their back to her, and she went to go reach for her knife, but she realized it was in Daryl's room. Crap! Violet took careful steps closer until she was out of the hallway.

"Who the hell are you?"

The person's body loosened, and they slowly turned around.

"Is that anyway to talk to your uncle, Violetta."