I stormed away toward the pond, fuming. I couldn't believe that Sam had basically defended her! The anger had temporarily covered the hurt, but now that was coming out. I could feel my stomach knot up and my chest began to tighten. Knowing what was coming, I saw down in front of the pond, and decided to just let it run it's course.
I began to feel funny, as if a weight was on my chest. My breathing began to increase quickly, and I could feel my hands beginning to tingle. Breathing hard, I shut my eyes, trying to focus on making myself breathe normal. It wasn't happening. Wrapping my arms around myself, I sat there trying to mentally stop my panic attack. I didn't even hear the footsteps.
"Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Daryl was beside me.
"I... I c-can't..." I shook my head. "P-panic." I gasped in breaths. Daryl sat down in front of me, taking my hand. He placed my hand on his chest and looked into my eyes.
"Breathe." Daryl said quietly, and I could feel him breathe in and breathe out. Closing my eyes, I focused on my hand, feeling it rise and fall against his chest. Breathe. In, out. In my nose, outta my mouth. Breathe. Breath in, breath out. I kept my hand on his chest, breathing along with him. I don't know how many minutes passed, but my breathing began to stabilize itself. Daryl's voice made me open my eyes. "Why?"
"I've...been havin' 'em since I was young. I dunno... Stress? I think everything...just kinda hit me a-at once." I replied, my hand still on his chest.
"Gonna be all right." Daryl offered, and I frowned.
"No it ain't. That bitch is here." I muttered.
"Really hate her, huh?" Daryl put his hand over mine and pulled it off his chest. He held onto my hand for a moment, before letting go. The brush of his finger tips against my palm gave me chills.
"Got my reasons." I said, shaking off the feeling he had given me. "Plenty of 'em."
"Gotta get back on up to the house. You comin' or what?" Daryl asked, standing up.
"Yea, guessin' Rick's tryin' to decide what to do about that Randall kid?" I asked, taking Daryl's hand when he offered it to me.
"Probably so." Daryl mumbled, pulling me up from the ground. We walked back towards Hershel's house in silence. When we walked up onto the porch, I could hear Rick speaking as Daryl opened the screen door.
"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way." Rick said. Daryl held the screen door open for me, and I walked in as he walked in behind me. Sam was leaning against a wall, while Katherine was sitting at the tables with the others. I glared at her.
"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea asked. I looked over to see Carol looking at us and offering a smile. I smiled back lightly.
"He'll have a fightin' chance." Rick replied.
"Jus' gonna let 'em go? He knows where we are." Shane jumped in.
"He was blind folded the whole way here, he's not a threat." Rick said firmly.
"Not a threat. How many of 'em were there? You killed three of their men, ya took one of 'em hostage, but they jus' ain't gonna come lookin' for him." Shane kept on. I rolled my eyes, but Shane did have a point.
"They left him for dead! No one is looking." Rick said, and I could tell he was getting agitated.
"We should still post a guard." T-Dog spoke up.
"He's out cold right now. Will be for hours." Hershel said. I noticed that he looked very tired. I could only imagine.
"Ya know, I'm gonna get him some flowers an' candy." Shane said loudly, and I got pissed. Hand on my hip, I watched as he started to walk away. "Look at this folks, we back in fantasy land."
"Shane, you're such a little bitch." I growled. He spun around to look at me. Everyone was staring at me, shocked. Lori was shooting daggers at me with her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes darted to Daryl for a moment and he stopped. Turning back, he kept walking towards the door.
"You know we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn, yet! Let me make this perfectly clear. Once and for all, this is my farm. Now I wanted ya gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor. Keep your mouth shut." Hershel said. Shane shook his head and walked out the door, slinging the screen door open.
"Look, we're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off." Rick said, walking to Hershel. I saw Andrea give her eyes a slight roll, before walking away and out the door. Going to follow after Shane, probably.
"Spencer?" I looked up to see Sam staring at me. "Can we talk?"
"Yea, outside." I mumbled, as I dodged around Daryl, walking out of the door. Sam followed behind me. I looked back to see Daryl coming out of the house, Carol hot on his heels. I shook my head, and saw Sam look back at Daryl and Carol.
"What?" Sam asked, and I shook my head again.
"Nothin'. Now what'd you want?" I asked a bit sharply.
"What I want? I wanna explanation, Spencer. What's happened to you? You're so different.. You ain't the same person anymore...And who is that guy you're with?" Sam stared at me.
"An explanation? You wanna explanation? Here's ya damn explanation. The world went to shit, Sam! Gone, over. Done. Damn right, I'm different... I ain't who I used to be. I had to fight, and I mean fight, to keep Cheyenne, Shay, and myself alive. You don't know what I've been through! Then ya come waltzin' in here with her, the she devil herself!" Anger and hurt swirled in my voice as I spoke. "And that's Daryl... He, he's a friend."
"Spence, I get it! Okay? I totally get it. You're pissed, I know. She fucked up a lot in the past. She wasn't a good mother at all. But still she's our mother, and I couldn't just leave her!" Sam argued.
"She's ain't my mother at all. Never was. Up 'til now, she was dead to me. Even if she's here, she still is." I said calmly, no emotion in my voice. "Waited so long, so long to get away from her. The fuckin' world ends, and here she is. Still alive and kickin'. Ain't life gotta way of kickin' ya while you're down?"
"You seriously want her dead." Sam said, looking at me. He shook his head.
"Oh, don't act so innocent." I spat. "You hated 'em, too."
"I hated him." Sam said, looking away. "I hated him a helluva lot more. Woulda left him to the walkers, as y'all call 'em."
"She let him." I said quietly, looking down.
"Spencer.." Sam looked at me.
"NO! She let him hit us! She laughed, Sam! She laughed! Don't you remember what happened that night? DON'T YOU? If it wasn't for you, it woulda happened, and then there's no tellin' how many times it woulda..." I felt tears in my eyes.
"Yea, but she-" Sam started.
"STOP! Stop makin' excuses! I can't do this." I shook my head, walking away. I walked up to Daryl's tent and ducked inside. Daryl wasn't there, so I figured he'd gone off to the barn or into the woods. Sighing, I left the tent, walking back down toward the house to find Shay and Cheyenne.
Rick and Shane had left to take Randall somewhere. I hadn't thought it was a great idea, but I didn't object. Daryl had taken off into the woods, not even saying two words to me. I felt like Carol was just pissing him off more and it agitated me. Whenever Daryl was upset over something, he seemed to take that anger out on everything or everyone else around him. Shaking my head, I walked inside the house to the sound of Maggie and Beth arguing upstairs.
"Where's Hershel?" Andrea asked, as I walked in and leaned against the counter.
"Maggie don't want him to find out yet." Lori said, stuffing something in her mouth. "Family affair, let them work it out."
"That's working it out?" Andrea looked from Lori to me.
"Don't look at me." I said, holding my hands up.
"When Beth stops fightin', that's when it's time to worry." Lori eased off of the counter.
"This coulda been handled better." Andrea said.
"How so?" Lori asked, and I heard slight mocking in her voice. I had to refrain from rolling my eyes.
"You shouldn't have taken the knife away." Andrea said surely, and Lori turned away from the dishes she was washing.
"Really?" Lori asked.
"You were wrong." Andrea said. "Like Dale taking my gun, that wasn't your decision. She has to choose to live on her own, she has to find her own reasons."
"You want me to tie a noose for her?" Lori asked, putting a plate of food in the refrigerator.
"If she's serious, she'll figure out a way." Andrea replied.
"Doesn't mean I can't stop her or let her know that I care." Lori said, fiddling around by the sink.
"That has nothing to do with it, Lori. She only has so many choices in front of her. And she believes the best one is suicide." Andrea argued.
"That's not an option." Lori argued back.
"Of course it is. She doesn't need to be yelled at... Or treated like a child." Andrea said.
"She needs a loaded gun, right?" Lori mumbled.
"Andrea's right." I spoke up. "Don't wanna see nothin' bad happen to her, but the girl will find a way if she really wants to kill herself."
"You'll understand if I don't send y'all in there." Lori mumbled again.
"I came through it." Andrea stared at Lori with disbelief.
"And became such a productive member of the group." Lori said with sarcasm. "Let Maggie handle this her way."
"I contribute. I help keep this place safe." Andrea argued.
"The men can handle this on their own. They don't need your help. Either of you." Lori looked at me with a frown.
"I'm sorry, what would you have me do?" Andrea was mad. I could hear it in her voice.
"Oh, there's plenty of work to go around." Lori said.
"Are you serious? Everything falls apart, you're in my face over skipping laundry?" Andrea snapped.
"Look, here." I spat, getting angry. "Sit my ass up there for hours at a damn time, keepin' watch so you can get your beauty sleep. Don't sit there and tell me we don't contribute, Lori. I wash my own clothes, wash Shay's and Cheyenne's...and Daryl's. So get off it!"
"Puts a burden on the rest of us. On me and Carol, Patricia and Maggie. Cookin' and cleanin' and carin' for Beth. You...Y'all don't care about anyone but yourselves, y'all sit up there on that RV workin' on your tan with a shotgun in your lap. Then you, Spencer, followin' Daryl around like a puppy, sleepin' with him..." Lori looked back at Andrea.
"Un-fuckin'-believable." I huffed. I raised my arm and then slammed myself against the counter before taking a step toward Lori. "Better be glad you're fuckin' pregnant."
"You know, I am on watch against walkers, that is what matters! Not fresh mint leaves and the lemonade." Andrea's voice was rising slightly.
"We are providing stability. We are trying to create a life worth living." Lori argued.
"Are you kidding me?" Andrea asked, glaring.
"Look, I, I went after Rick. I took down two walkers-" Lori's words were cut off by Andrea.
"After crashing Maggie's car, ever apologize for that?" Andrea asked, and I almost laughed.
"Crashing her... You're insane." Lori mumbled.
"No, you are. You're the one that's self centered. The way you take it all for granted." Andrea shot.
"My husband is out there, for the hundredth time. My son was shot." Lori stepped into Andrea's face. "Don't you dare tell me that I take this for granted!"
"You don't get it, do you?" Andrea leaned forward on the counter. "Your husband came back from the dead. Your son too, and now you gotta baby on the way. The rest of us have piled up our losses. Me, Carol, Beth. You just keep on keepin' on."
"We have all suffered." Lori breathed.
"Playin' house, acting like the queen bee. Laying down rules for everybody but yourself. You know what? Go ahead. Go in there and tell that little girl that everything's gonna be okay. Just like it is for you. She'll get a husband, a son, baby...boyfriend. She just has to look on the bright side." Andrea then stepped back from the counter and walked away, rolling her eyes.
"And for the record, Lori, I ain't slept with Daryl. Ain't like you, now. No ma'am." I gave her a obviously fake smile. "But, uh, heard you like sheriffs and deputies?" The look on Lori's face was all I needed to make me smile. I walked out of the kitchen and out of the front door. I kept walking until I reached the tent I used to share with Shay and Cheyenne.
I ducked inside to see Shay laying down, Cheyenne coloring in a coloring book. I grinned, remembering Glenn and Maggie returning with the book and crayons one evening. Cheyenne had been so excited, that I couldn't even bear to make her finish her studying. Leaning down, I put a hand on her head.
"Hey, sweet girl. Wanna grab your colorin' book and come with me?" I asked, winking at Shay.
"Sure!" Cheyenne gave me a big smile as she stuffed her crayons back in the box. Grabbing her coloring book, she stood and we walked out of the tent. "Where we goin'?"
"To Daryl's." I said quietly.
"Is he in the tent?" Cheyenne asked, looking up the hill at his tent.
"I don't think so." I replied. "Think he's off doin' somethin'."
"Ohhh... When's he comin' back?" Cheyenne asked curiously.
"Dunno, guess we'll just have to stick around and see." I winked at her as we reached the tent.
"Are you sure we can jus' go in?" Cheyenne asked, eyeing the tent.
"Yea, go on." I encouraged. Cheyenne stepped into the tent slowly, and I followed behind her. I watched as she laid her coloring book down on the floor of the tent. Grabbing a blue crayon from the box, she began coloring the sky in the picture.
"What ya colorin'?" I asked, sitting down beside her.
"The sky." She replied simply.
"Well, when you're done with the sky, it's time to study some, okay?" I reached over and grabbed my duffel bag. Cheyenne stopped coloring and stared at me.
"Why's your bag in here?" Cheyenne asked, as she started back coloring again. Damn, she's a smart kid. Don't miss nothin'.
"Left it in here." I mumbled, grabbing a math book and some paper. I dug a little deeper to grab a pencil. Pushing my duffel bag away, I looked back at Cheyenne. She was nearly done coloring the sky.
"Why was it in here in the first place?" Cheyenne asked.
"Why you gotta ask so many questions?" I teased, and she grinned.
"I already know." Cheyenne said quietly, and I tilted my head.
"Know what?" I asked.
"You been sleepin' in here." Cheyenne said. "I woke up a few times and saw you was gone."
"How'd you know I've been in here?" I asked.
"You like Daryl. And he likes you." Cheyenne explained and I laughed.
"No, we're just really good friends." I said, opening her math book. "Time to do some work."
"Done with the sky! Okay, I'm ready!" Cheyenne grabbed the pencil and stared at the book. "Which ones?"
"These five first." I pointed to the first set of problems. As she sat there with her face full of concentration, I realized that she was growing up. She was beginning to say her words more clearly now. She had always been a smart kid, but she was learning to observe more. I sighed, thinking about how quickly she was growing.
Footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up at the tent flap expecting to see Daryl. Instead, Carol's head appeared. We both stared at each other for a moment, Cheyenne looking up at her with a smile. She looked at me questioningly, before smiling at us both.
"Where's Daryl?" Carol asked quietly.
"Not sure, he left earlier. Thought he might be back by now, but he ain't yet." I replied, looking at Cheyenne who had grabbed my hand.
"Done!" Cheyenne said.
"Do the next five."I instructed, then looked back at Carol.
"Do you think he's okay? Really okay?" Carol asked, staring at the ground.
"I think he is." I nodded my head. Carol smiled.
"Maybe I'll catch him later. You two have fun with the math." She stepped out of the tent, and I gave her a small wave. I looked out of the tent flap, watching Carol walk back down toward the camp area.
"I don't get this one." Cheyenne said, nudging me. I looked down at the paper, looking at the problem she was pointing at.
"What's eight plus two?" I asked.
"Ten?" Cheyenne looked at me.
"All right, put the zero right there." I pointed to her paper. "Now what do you do with the one?"
"Uhhh..." Cheyenne stared at the paper. "Carry it?"
"Bingo. Now add up the rest." I smiled at her. Suddenly there was someone by the tent, and Daryl opened the flap looking surprised to see us.
"Daryl!" Cheyenne cooed, giving him a big grin.
"Hey, Cheyenne." Daryl spoke softly, and my heart melted.
"Will you sit with me?" Cheyenne asked, and I watched as Daryl stepped into the tent and sat down. "I'm doin' math, ya see? Spencer has to help me some, though."
"She does, huh?" The corner of his lips twitched upward and I laughed.
"I ain't good at math myself," I admitted, "but luckily she's young. It's easy." Daryl and I sat watching as Cheyenne finished the last two problems.
"Can I go play now?" Cheyenne begged.
"One more set." I said, and I was about to show her what problems to do when Daryl stopped me.
"Awl, come on." He winked at Cheyenne. "Let her go play."
"Yea!" Cheyenne nodded in agreement. I gave Daryl a playful glare.
"Fine. Cheyenne, you can go play. But Daryl's gotta make up for it." I raised an eyebrow.
"The problems are easy." Cheyenne whispered to Daryl. "Thanks Daryl!" And with that she ran off. I began laughing, and Daryl even let out a chuckle. Looking over at him I smiled. He smirked.
"What I gotta do?" He asked.
"Huh?" I was still smiling.
"Make up for it." Daryl said quietly.
"Oh, well..." I looked out of the tent flap, and when I looked back, Daryl was in front of me. "W-what'd you have in..mind?" I asked, looking into his eyes. Daryl put his hand on the nape of my neck and leaned toward me. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I welcomed him closer, still looking into his eyes. Then a noise made us freeze.
The sound of a car driving up the driveway. I sighed and looked up at him. Daryl let out a huffed chuckle and hung his head for a moment. Looking back up at me, he brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, then stood and left the tent. I sat there for a moment, I could still feel his hand on my neck. Hearing voices, I stood up and stepped out of the tent.
Rick and Shane were back and... Randall was too? I walked down to the camp area, not too far behind Daryl. Rick had Randall by the arm, the kid still tied up and gagged. Shane was following him, leading the kid back to the barn. I walked up beside Daryl, giving him a questioning look. He shrugged. So things didn't go so well after all. Shane closed up the barn after Rick came out. Walking toward Daryl and I, Rick had a very serious look on his face.
"Daryl, I need a favor." Rick said, walking up to stand in front of us. "Can you talk to the kid? I would like some answers, and you may just be the guy to get 'em."
"Can do that." Daryl said before stalking off toward the barn.
"You all right? Covered in blood..." I looked at Rick with concern.
"Fine, had a rough time out there." Rick nodded, looking toward the barn.
"Uh, huh." I followed his gaze, and I could hear faint noises coming from the barn. Thud. I figured Daryl was smacking him around.
"Think Daryl can get anything outta him?" Rick asked.
"Oh, yea. He will." I said. Something caught my eye and I saw Lori walking toward us. "Better leave ya alone." My tone was sneering.
"What?" Rick looked over to see Lori coming our way. He looked back at me. "What happened?"
"Jumped mine and Andrea's shit." I shrugged. "No big deal. Put her in her place. No offense." Rick chuckled as Lori walked up to us.
"Why's he back with you two?" Lori asked, ignoring me.
"Over run with walkers, couldn't leave him." Rick said with a tired voice.
"Beth tried to kill herself. Andrea was supposed to watch her and she cut her wrist." Lori said, shooting me a glare.
"So she did it, huh? Well she's still alive. So, she wants to live." I sneered slightly at Lori before turning to walk away.
"I didn't mean for things to get ugly in the kitchen." Lori called to me. I turned back toward her.
"I'm cool." I held my hands up. "Said what I needed to say." I turned again and kept walking. When I reached the camp area, I stood beside Dale, giving him a grin. "Hey, Dad."
"Spencer, what are you up to?" Dale smiled, looking at me. Andrea was watching us, looking curious.
"Oh, nothin'." I kept smiling until Lori, Carl, and Rick walked up. Glenn joined us, and Shane walked over. Lori knelt by the fire, fiddling around with a kettle looking thing. I really wanted to roll my eyes.
"So whatcha gonna do? Think we'd all feel better if we knew the plan." Lori looked up at Rick and Shane.
"Is there a plan?" Andrea asked, sounding not so convinced.
"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn looked at Rick.
"We'll know soon enough." Rick replied, looking straight ahead. I felt a smile creep over my lips when I saw Daryl walking toward us, crossbow slung over his shoulder.
"Boy there's gotta gang." Daryl informed as he walked up. I noticed Maggie join into the circle as Daryl continued speaking. "Thirty men. Got heavy artillery and ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. Our women, they're gonna.. They're gonna wish they were." I saw Daryl's face harden slightly and he glanced at me before looking back at Rick. I noticed his knuckles were bloody.
"What'd you do?" Carol asked.
"Had a little chat." Daryl mumbled, walking off.
"No one goes near this guy." Rick instructed.
"What are you gonna do?" Lori asked.
"We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat." Rick said firmly.
"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked.
"It's settled. We'll do it today." Rick was strong on his words, then he walked away. I watched as Dale went after him. It had been a long day already, and I was missing Daryl. Noticing Cheyenne walking with Patricia and Shay, I smiled.
"Hey!" Sam's voice caught my attention.
"Hey." I called as he jogged up to me.
"Rick's really gonna kill that kid?" Sam asked, his voice full of disbelief.
"Dunno. If he does, sure got enough reason. You heard Daryl." I said, looking up toward Daryl's tent.
"You really trust that guy, don't you?" Sam asked, following my gaze.
"Yea, I do. Why?" I sort of snapped at him.
"Saw Cheyenne come runnin' outta his tent. Then he came out, you not far behind him. Y'all together or what?" Sam asked.
"We're just friends." I said calmly. "I care about him." I added.
"Huh. I see that. And he's good to you?" Sam looked at me.
"He's tough to deal with at times. Temper.. Gets frustrated easily. But he's good." I said.
"Temper?" Sam's voice sounded guarded.
"He ain't violent, geez." I huffed.
"Hey, just askin' what you meant." Sam held up his hands.
"He's saved Cheyenne...and me." I said quietly. "He's what has kept us alive."
"What happened? You seem so much more..." Sam trailed off.
"What?" I asked.
"Adjusted." Sam seemed to be choosing his words carefully.
"Yea, you could say that. The world's changed everyone." I looked at the ground.
"It has. I think Katherine wants to see Cheye-"
"NO." I said firmly. "She ain't allowed no where near Chy. Shay knows it, too. Sam, I mean it." I stared at him, giving a glare. "I'm serious."
"Okay, okay!" Sam held his hands up again. "Got it. You've been watchin' her, she's your kid now. What you say goes."
"Thanks, Sam." I stepped toward him and gave him a hug. "Did I mention how good it is to see you?" I smiled, and he gave me a laugh.
"No, but it's good to see you too, Spencer." Sam smiled at me as I turned and walked away. Trudging up to Daryl's tent area, I saw him sorting through his arrows. Giving him a grin when he noticed me, I walked up and leaned against the small brick foundation.
"Hey, Dixon." I said quietly, and I could tell he was trying not to grin. He looked up at me, as if he were about to say something, when Dale came walking up to us.
"Whole point of me comin' up here is to get away from you people." Daryl said, but his voice held no malice.
"Gonna take more than that." Dale threw a stick into Daryl's pile.
"Carol send ya?" Daryl asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Carol's not the only one concerned about you. Your new role in the group." Dale looked at me for help, but I remained silent.
"Man, I don't need my head shrunk. This group's broken. Better off fendin' for myself." Daryl mumbled.
"You act like you don't care." Dale kept on.
"Yea, it's 'cause I don't." Daryl said, grabbing his vest jacket and putting it on.
"So, live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale asked.
"Nope." Daryl said surely. I kept silent, watching Dale keep trying.
"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?" Dale kept staring at Daryl, waiting for an answer.
"I didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch." Daryl grumbled.
"Your opinion makes a difference." Dale tried.
"Man, ain't nobody lookin' at me for nothin'." Daryl said, walking away.
"Carol is! An-And I am! Right now! Spencer does." Dale said, and Daryl turned back to face him, then looked at me. I felt myself blushing a little. Thanks a lot, Dale. I mumbled in my head. "And you obviously, you have Rick's ear."
"Rick jus' looks to Shane. Let him." Daryl was getting agitated. I could feel it.
"You cared about what happened to Sophia." Dale spoke again, and I cringed slightly. "Cared what it meant to the group. Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man! So is Rick! Shane..is different."
"Why's that?" Daryl asked, and I saw the curiosity on his face. Seeing his scruffed up knuckles, I made a mental note to clean those later. "'Cause he killed Otis?"
"He tell you that?" Dale asked, walking closer.
"Tell some story. Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid. If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna. It's like I said, group's broken." Daryl walked away and I jogged after him.
"Daryl, wait!" I called, and he turned around. I reached one arm behind my back, grabbing my other arm in the crook of my elbow. "I need a favor."
"What'd you want, girl?" He asked, looking back toward camp.
"Can we go into town?" I asked quietly. "I need to get some stuff."
"Can't ya ask Glenn?" Daryl looked at me.
"Don't he go enough?" I asked. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun."
"Fun?" Daryl sounded skeptical.
"Fine, maybe not fun. Just.. Please?" I poked my lip out slightly. Daryl stared at me for a moment, before sighing.
"All right, fine. Takin' the motorcycle. Here." Daryl took of his vest jacket and handed it to me. "You ain't got somethin' warmer to wear?"
"That's why we're goin' into town." I smiled as he gave me a look.
"World's gone to shit and I'm takin' you window shoppin'." Daryl huffed.
"Want me to freeze?" I glared playfully. He shook his head, and we walked over to his motorcycle. Daryl climbed on, and I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He rode down near the camp area, catching Dale.
"Runnin' into town right quick, we'll be right back!" Daryl called over the motorcycle's engine. Dale nodded, and Daryl turned the bike, heading for the driveway. Holding onto him, I rested my head against his back, the wind whipping through my hair.
Hehe ain't they just the cutest ? I hope you all are enjoying this story ! I am loving the Daryl/Spencer interaction and how it's like they get sooooo close, and then an interruption :( haha but that's what makes it worth it when they finally do get a moment. I am having a ball writing this and the feedback has been AH-MAZING ! Reviews are GREATLY APPRECIATED as always, it shows that the readers like what I am writing ! I am definitely enjoying this story, very very much. I hope you guys liked this chapter !
~Kaila