Chapter 4: Until It Breaks
He didn't remove her from him, just let her touch, hug, feel him. It was odd to him. Why her of all people. Also, he hated people touching him. He felt himself hating every minuet of this embrace, until he felt his heart beating faster with joy, but was it joy. Killing zombies and living the hard life was getting tired some. And he needed release. He felt her breath him in. 'thank god I took a shower.' he thought and smiled to himself. She seemed to sink into him. He felt odd. Yet at peace. Like he has known this woman for two days and now she's cuddling up against him. He removed her hands and turned around. She was crying. It took him by utter surprise. It startled him. She looked so small and fragile. Yet he still wrapped his arms around her waist. He slowly glided his hands from her hips to her back. Emma raised her arms over his shoulders and held her hands behind his neck. He felt her push him away slightly so he let go. She was looking at him again. Teary eyes and red faced. She had such big doe eyes, and beautiful pink lips that where so full. So tempting. He lowered his face to hers. She was so small. She widened her eyes when she saw him draw closer to her and took him in another hug. But this time he got shivers in places he remember felt so good as he felt her breath on his neck. She kissed it. Up along the taught neck muscle and up is jaw line. She held one of his hands and her other hand was on his cheek opposite the one she was kissing. She moved up his jaw then to his ear. He felt himself tilting his head and closing his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore and brought his other hand to the back of her head and pulled her in to a kiss. He felt her melt in his mouth. She parted her mouth. Suddenly Daryl felt a pang of guilt. ' I can't do this to her. Get her attached and then go wondering off and ending up killed. It would break her heart worse than the walkers could. I don't even want her hanging around. Slowing me down.' he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off of him. She looked up at him with a sad and odd look on her face. " we can't be doing this. I've only known you for a few days and I don't want you to get all," she stopped him by putting her finger to his lips. " I know. And I'm sorry. I saw you and I thought of this guy I was with in the beginning of all this. He was a redneck guy from the south, like you, but well, sweeter. I don't know. I guess I'm just being stupid." she shook her head and looked down at the ground now holding Daryl's hands in hers, gripping them tight. He felt her shiver. "I already mean so much?" he didn't mean to say it. But it came out. She looked up at him and just stared into his hazy blue eyes. "yes, I mean I guess. If you where to die today, I would feel not empty or lost or anything that deep. But I'd feel odd. Like I just don't belong in this house. I've been having that feeling for awhile now. Then I look at Katy and I realize I'm living for her. We are our only family. We are all that's left of our past and we want to keep it as long as possible. I'm sorry. So sorry I did what I did. And if you never want to talk to me again, I understand." she trailed of and she started crying again. Daryl released her hand and grabbed her chin and brought his other hand to wipe a tear. She opened her eyes and chuckled. He raised a eye brow in confusion. " if you keep this up I'll never let you go." her voice was warm with a small smile. Daryl looked at her eyes. They where brown, but with clusters of green. Her lashes held drops of tears. "what the hell is going on?" Emma pushed herself from Daryl and wiped her tears quickly and turned around. Shane was standing in the doorway with his hand on the door frame and his other holding his shot gun. Daryl squared his shoulders. " we will be in in a few, Shane. If your that damn hungry you can look for the chicken yourself, god damn!" Daryl stormed off past Shane and slammed the house door. Shane was looking back at the house door and Emma was standing by the ladder holding her arms across her stomach. " What did he do?" Shane spoke then turned his head to look at her, his shoulders slumping, still in the door. Light from the peeking sun seemed to frame his body, illuminating his fabric and face. "what did he do, to you?" he asked again, adding emphasis. "he did nothing. Now lets find the chicken." Emma turned to the ladder and went to go down it but Shane rushed to her and grabbed her hand. She whipped her head around to look at him. Her brows down and mouth in a line, her eyes wide. "let go." she spoke quietly. " he's bad news. He would kill you if it ment him going on to use your resources. All he does is fend for himself. He's a lone wolf that can't be trusted. He's the type of dog that needs a muzzle even when he sleeps. You seem like a wonderful girl. And I don't want you to get wrapped up in him. Especially in the world it is now, he's the last one you want to be cooing over. He just looks at you as something that will slow him down. Or as a nice piece of ass." he stared into her wide eyes. She looked fearful. Then she looked down, shifted her gaze to the floor, blinked away a small tear, then back to his brownish, green eyes. She seemed relaxed now. Shane looked at her up and down. She looked cold. He let her go and pulled off his jacket. "here, you look cold. " he handed it to her. She took it and put it on slowly. She bunched up the sleeves in her hands for it was really big and she brought her hands to her mouth. "you smell good." she muffled in the jacket. Shane laughed and put his hand on her head and rubbed it. She squirmed in protest. "lets get down there." Shane looked at her then the ladder and went down it, but instead bent down, grabbed the ledge and jumped down to the bottom. Emma rolled her eyes. "was that necessary?" she sighed as she climbed down the ladder. She tensed up when she felt him grab her by her hips and pick her up and lower her to the bottom. " What are you playing at?" she turned to him, glaring. He shifted his weight on his left leg and laughed, cocking his head to the side. Looking at her. He said nothing and just turned his head to the mounds of boxes, making his way to the fridge. Emma snorted and followed him. ' I will not fall for Shane. He is bad news. And I know he's just doing this to get a rise out of Daryl. But why do it when he's not around? Maybe he has real feelings for me. Or this is just a pissing contest between two rugged outdoors men. But I got to hand it to him. Shane is one hot guy.'