Daryl POV
"Italia? I'm uh...goin huntin..um..you wanna co-wow...what happened to yer face?" I said worriedly as I noticed the bruising on the side of her face.
"Nothing...is nothing...do not worry about it…" she said not meeting my eyes
"It was that prick again wasn't it? That fucking bastard. Thats it I can't take this fucking shit" I said stomping away
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Savannah said worriedly
"Somethin I should have done he moment I met him"
I walked over to Jon who was drinking a beer. What a fucking asshole, sitting on his fat ass while everyone else worked. I stomped up to him hit the beer out of his hand.
"Hey! Fuckin red nee-" he was interrupted as my fist collided with the side of his face
Jon fell backwards, falling on his ass and I kicked him hard in the side.
"Don't you…" Kick "Fucking ever" Kick "Touch her fucking" Kick "Ever fucking again you fucking prick!" I got on him swinging on him
"Daryl! Get off of him!" Shane yelled from behind and pulled at me. Soon after I felt him stop and from the corner of my eye I could see Merle holding him.
"I got your back lil brother. Finish your business!"
My mind was swirling, this fucking asshole shouldn't be breathing. He didn't deserve anything, least of all Savannah. I punched his face, his nose started bleeding as I kept beating him. Finally after a while I stopped, walking away towards the forest. My knuckles were sore, and some of Jon's blood was on them. Helluva a fucking day...
I stood around the forest, trying to clear my head. I lost control back there...but I couldn't help it...He made my blood boil and seeing Savannah's face...It brought back memories of my childhood...the fucking old man always beating me, Kenz and Merle….
"Daryl…may I….speak with you….?" a soft italian voice came from behind me
"Italia…" I turned to her "I...I'm sorry...I just...I couldn't take it...Seeing the bruises on your face...I just…" I sighed
I felt her soft touch then, her hand on my arm, stroking it. I looked up at her, and saw her caramal brown eyes looking at me softly. Her hand went to my cheek. Usually I would recoil from such touch but instead I let her. Her warm hand sent chills down my spine, it felt...right…
"Daryl...I understand why you did that...and...I wanted to say...thank you...for sticking up for me...He deserved what you gave him...I just...I wish I had the courage to do it myself" Her hand left my cheek to go down to her side. Her eyes turn downcast and a tear slipped down her cheek.
I understood the pain she went through...how so many times I would want to beat the living shit out of my father but not being able to...I understood the fear that would consume you when you were expecting yet another beating by someone who was supposed to be looking out for, and instead treated you like trash. All my life it felt like I was alone, me and my sister. Merle was always in and out of prison...so that wasn't much….
As if my hand had a mind of it's own, my hand ended up caressing her cheek, rubbing my thumb across the smooth skin. Her eyes looked up to meet mine and her hand came up and rested over my hand. I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, I could feel the heat of her breath on my face.
I pulled back and she smiled.
"Thank you Daryl...for helping me"
"Anytime Italia. You tell me if he's giving you anymore trouble ya hear?"
She nodded and leaned up and kissed my cheek. I could feel my cheeks redden, as heat went into them. I could hear her giggling slightly as she walked back towards camp.
Fuck. I am going soft. And you wanna know the worst part?
I'm liking it…