Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated in a while, to be honest I lost heart in it a little bit. But I hope you lot haven't! Love and stuff to you all. x
Daryl watched as Carol stirred in her sleep, she was lying in the most awkward position it was no wonder she was restless. He contemplated elevating her legs onto the chair he'd been sitting on but he didn't want to disturb her, at least one of them would be getting some sleep.
She was mighty distracting to say she wasn't doing anything... Daryl noted how her eyelids flickered and her lips twitched upwards as she dreamt. He wondered idly where her dreams had taken her.
A feral snarl ripped through Daryl's reverie and he quickly made his way over to the window at the front of the bar, a bunch of Walkers – maybe a dozen or so – had congregated outside and for some reason they seemed riled.
"What is it?" A soft voice asked from behind him.
"Walkers." Daryl mumbled moving backwards but keeping an eye on the herd.
"How many?"
"Ten, maybe more." He cast a quick look over his shoulder towards an anxious looking Carol and offered her a weary smile, "Don't worry, we'll just keep quiet and they should pass."
"And if they don't?" She asked.
"Then we'll slip out the back when it gets a bit lighter." Daryl explained quietly, he looked back towards the Walkers and scowled, "Somethin's got 'em riled up. That's for sure."
"Do you think they can, you know... smell us?"
"It's a possibility."
Carol gave an involuntary shudder and sunk back down on the chair she'd been napping in, she watched Daryl as he kept a close eye on the Walkers, occasionally looking back over at her. "Do you want to swap for a bit? I'll bet you haven't moved from that position since I dropped off."
Daryl shook his head, the truth was he'd been happy propping up the bar and watching her sleep until he'd heard the herd of Walkers passing; he didn't need to rest anymore than she did.
"Daryl?" Carol breathed in a voice barely above a whisper; she indicated to the sun rising out of the back window of the bar and frowned, "They're out there too."
"Fuck." Daryl cursed, he manoeuvred around a couple of bar stools and took a look out of the window, there must have been more than a dozen there too. He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes as he tried to calculate an exit plan.
"What are we gonna do?" She asked quietly.
Daryl bit down hard on his bottom lip and shrugged, he quietly checked the back door and groaned as it clicked open, luckily no Walkers noticed and he averted his gaze back towards Carol. "The cellar."