I'm soo sorry that I haven't updated in a while, there's just been so much going on with me because I'm graduating this year.. I'm going to try to start writing more and hopefully you all enjoy the fact that I'm filling in the winter that wasn't on t.v. Thank you to everyone who have been commenting and following my story. The next chapter will definitely be longer.
"Sam." Someone whispered beside my head. My eyes flew open and I instantly sat up, looking around in the darkness.
"What?" I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes. "Who's there?"
"Me." A hoarse voice said. "Come on, I gotta get some sleep. Can you take watch for a few hours?" I rubbed at my eyes, realizing that Daryl was the person talking to me.
"Um. Sure." I yawned. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched my arms out, feeling my hand connect with something solid. I pulled my hands back and looked at the figure that was Daryl.
"What did I just hit?" I asked, my voice rough from sleep.
"Jesus fucking Christ Sam." Daryl gasped, clutching his groin.
"I am so sorry. I.. didn't mean to.." I trailed off. I slid towards the end of the bed and waited as he sat down, still holding himself.
"Watch what your doin' next time." He scolded. "Ya don't need t' go on watch. No walkers since you went t' sleep."
"Why'd you wake me up to ask me to go then?" I raised an eyebrow.
"'Cause I was gonna get you to take watch, but your probably gonna pass out soon."
"Whatever." I yawned, laying down on the opposite side of the bed. Daryl lied down beside me, throwing the blanket over us. I closed my eyes, quickly relaxing and falling asleep again until I felt something soft gliding over my ankle. I looked over at Daryl who was turned away from me. I pulled my legs towards my body, nudging Daryl with my elbow. With a groan he turned over and gave me a sceptical look, which I answered with a nod to the end of the bed. He quickly reached out for his knife on the side table and got up on his knees, leaning towards the edge of the bed. Right as he was about to lunge he paused, looking at the foot of the bed.
"What is it?" I whispered. He lifted his hand and motioned for me to come towards him. I crawled to the end of the bed and followed his stare. There was a small golden retriever halfway under the bed with its tail sticking out.
"Oh my God." I gasped. I let out a quiet whistle, which got me a hasty stare from Daryl. ?The puppy quickly backed up and looked up cautiously.
"It's okay. Come here little guy." I said, patting the bed in front of me. The puppy jumped up, waging its tail happily. I looked the dog over, only stopping when I decided that he was healthy. I kept him in my lap, petting his head as Daryl got up and looked under the bed. He let out a cough and stood up again.
"It's an orphan." He said, pointing to the underside of the bed. I looked down at the golden-haired dog who was fairly skinny and dirty.
"We can't leave him." I looked up, staring into Daryl blue eyes. He nodded his head and looked away, silently contemplating.
"We can keep him." Daryl decided.
