"We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it."

Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here for?

"They are back!" Michonne exclaimed happily to me, Carl and I had gone back to my room to rest for a bit. Rick and Daryl took more than the three hours they claimed they were going to take.

I sat up quickly and got up. I smiled at Michonne before running down the stairs, Carl following right behind me. I opened the door of block C and saw Daryl getting out of the car, Rick was already out, talking to Glenn, who probably was the one who opened the gate for them.

I couldn't help but run towards Daryl, I knew I was being over dramatic and it wasn't like they had left for a week or even more than a day but I hadn't been away from Daryl since that horrible day. Daryl smiled at me when he saw me and opened his arms wide for me, our bodies collided as we wrapped our arms around each other, Daryl lifted me up effortlessly and instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist, I leant down and pressed my lips against his warm ones as he spun me around.

We really weren't into public display of affection, we didn't feel comfortable doing it, especially when my mother was around but right now I just didn't care and apparently Daryl didn't either. Besides, the only people here were Glenn, Rick, Carl and Michonne and none of them could mind less what we did.

"See? I said I'd be back soon," Daryl told me as he stopped the kiss and looked into my eyes, he was smiling.

"I still worried about you," I muttered.

"There's no need."

Daryl kissed me one more time before setting me back on the floor but still he didn't let go of me. He cupped my face and brought his lips to my forehead before kissing me on the lips once again, when I pulled away I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers to go back inside the prison. I noticed then that the others were gone by now. There were some people killing walkers through the fence but they really weren't paying attention to us.

"If you are going to welcome me like this every time I come from runs, then I'll go on them more often," Daryl said with a smirk.

"Oh no, I won't stay one more time."

"Think at this like we're even," Daryl said and I only raised my eyebrows at him as we started walking towards the prison. "You went on runs with Glenn all the time, leaving me here to worry about you."

"I want to go out there," I admitted. "I need to, even if it's for nothing important."

"If you want," Daryl started. "We could go on my bike for a bit, just to have a break from this, if you want. We won't go anywhere specific, just... out."

"That sounds nice," I said smiling. "I have never been so excited about going on your bike."

"I know." Daryl chuckled. "But we can't go today, I'm a bit tired and we don't have much light time left."

"Alright," I said a bit disappointed.

Daryl and I walked to Daryl's cell, which now has mostly been shared by the two of us. We hadn't slept apart from each other since I got back to block C. At first, I was scared of sleeping alone and Daryl felt better to have me where he could see me and then it just become a habit. My cell was just used now to keep my clothes and my stuff.

Daryl lied down on the far left side of his bed, leaving enough space for me, I smiled and lied down next to him, on my side while he was on his back. I rested my arm around Daryl's middle, seconds later he rested his hand on top of mine.

Daryl had actually been thinking about getting a bigger mattress, like Glenn and Maggie did several months ago but we hadn't done it yet, maybe we could go soon.

"So, you found what you were looking for?" I asked, closing my eyes. My head was on top of his muscled arm and his hand was playing with my messy curls.

"No." He sighed. "We didn't."

"That's a shame," I muttered. "Maybe, if you want to look for whatever you were looking for again, I could go with you this time."

"Uh, I'm not sure if we will go but if we do, I'll let you know."

Minutes later I opened my eyes after having a short dream with Teresa and Oliver, we were back in our apartment deciding what to eat for dinner. Oliver wanted something simple while Teresa was craving Chinese food, she turned to look at me with her beautiful light green-hazel eyes to try to convince me to side with her but I was with Oliver on this.

During that time I received a call from my mother, surprisingly our chat was nice and apparently in my dream things between us were okay, she was telling me she couldn't wait to see me next weekend, my father and Sophia were anxious too and in my dream I was excited to see them too, instead of dreading it like I was always did, I loved Sophia but seeing her meant seeing my parents too.

Daryl and I took another nap for around an hour, I hadn't done much today so I wasn't really tired and wanted to get up but as soon as I tried, Daryl put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"Let me go, Daryl," I muttered.

"Nope," Daryl mumbled in a sleepy voice. He brought his face closer to me and softly kissed my right shoulder.

I wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but for the last two or three days Daryl had gotten a lot more affectionate towards me. He had been kissing me more, holding me in his arms more often and lately he had stopped worrying so much about the others and had stolen a kiss here and there in front of them.

I won't really complain because I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it but I just can't help but wonder what had gotten into him, what had changed in him.

I could assume it was because of what happened to me but if that would be the case then that behaviour would have started at least three or four weeks ago but it didn't, maybe he thought I was a bit damaged after the whole thing and I wasn't ready for it until now, just maybe.

"Stay," Daryl added before I could say something else.

"As much as I want to, Daryl," I said, turning around to face him. "I need to get up and do something, maybe use my crossbow for a bit."

"Cecilia," Daryl said softly, finally opening his blue eyes that I adore and that I get lost in. "You know I love you right?"

"Yeah, I do and I love you too," I said, pecking his lips. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Just want you to know that because it's true," he said, biting his lip. "I love you like I have never loved anyone."

"You do?" I asked in shock. I always believed the person he loved the most was his brother.

"Yeah, in a way you taught me how to love," Daryl whispered and I could see his cheeks turning a bright crimson colour. "You make me feel a happiness I had never felt before."

Daryl didn't allow me to say anything else to him, instead he pressed his lips against mine and slowly deepened the kiss, I smiled into the kiss as I kept up with him, wrapping an arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in the tips of his brown hair.

"Don't even mention that I have said the corniest thing ever," Daryl muttered before pecking my lips again. "I know I did and I don't want to hear you say it."

"I love you, Daryl," I said to him as I pulled away a bit so I could look right into his eyes. "So, so much."

I finally gave in into Daryl's pleads to stay, I rested my head back in the pillow and I smiled at Daryl as I did it. He was hovering over me, smiling down at me as I started playing with his long hair.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked in a shy voice.

"Of course." He got off of me and instead sat next to me, his back resting against the grey wall.

"Do you remember I told you about that night Sophia and I spent in that farm house when we both were missing?" Daryl just nodded. "I didn't tell you the whole thing, what she told me."

"What did she tell you?" Daryl asked me with curiosity.

"She said she and Carl wanted us together and she got so disappointed when I told her we weren't and we never would," I said, my smile turning into a small one as I remembered. "I was so shocked when she told me that, you should have seen her."

"Hmm, look at us now," Daryl said as he pecked my lips. "I trust that wherever she is now, she's very happy about us. Why did you think we would never get together, huh?"

"Well, we weren't even friends and we didn't get along that well. I was sure you found me annoying and maybe even stupid, and you were usually out hunting, I didn't spend enough time with you to know you well enough. Never thought you cared about me until I found out how hard you tried to find me."

"I didn't even know I cared about you so much," Daryl admitted. "I knew the moment I realized I did in fact find you, I can't even explain how relieved and happy I got."

Daryl pressed his lips against my forehead first and then on my lips, before he rested his head on my upper abdomen, I smiled and wrapped my arms around his shoulder, enjoying having him like this, we usually get interrupted and can't have many moments like this but today things were calm so absolutely no one came looking for us.

"I'm sure we have her approval," I said, referring to Sophia, I can only imagine she would be as happy or happier than Carl was. I still remember Carl's reaction when I told him his plan actually worked and I can only assume Sophia would react the same way.

"That makes me really relieved, I wouldn't like a pissed little girl after me," Daryl muttered, and I was almost completely sure he was smiling.

It hadn't been long since I was more open about talking about my late sister. I'm more comfortable about the topic and I can talk more about her without breaking down. I always get sad and I can't help but wish she could be here but it's only about half of the time when I burst into tears and the other half I actually smile at the memories.

"Believe me, a pissed Sophia was so scary," I said. "I was seven years older than her and sometimes I was just... terrified of her. She looked like a sweet, innocent girl but sometimes she wasn't."

"I'm glad I never saw that part of her then."

I allowed to close my eyes once again as I had Daryl in my arms, unconsciously I started to play with his hair again, I knew he liked it even when no one else could touch his hair. I liked his short hair but his long hair it's just perfect and I could also play with it, which was another pro.

I was actually surprised at how soft and untangled his hair was. He almost never washes his hair and when he does, most of the times he probably just uses water, no shampoo or anything else and of course that he never brushes it, so I couldn't understand this. I never brush it either but I can't get my finger through it without coming across at least one tangle, but my hair is way longer and wavy, while Daryl's is straight, maybe that helps.

To be honest, thanks to my last boyfriend, Peter, I stopped believing in love and in relationships, Michonne was right about that. He was special to me so his betrayal only made it worse. I didn't date or look for anyone else for around two years, I wasn't interested in it, I didn't want more dramas and more heartaches and more pain and I realized I just didn't need a boyfriend.

But then Daryl came into my life and at first I ignored and pushed away what I felt for him, mostly because of that and other factors, I did that for a long time until I couldn't keep pretending the feelings weren't there and I let myself give him a chance, give myself a chance and I couldn't be happier about it. I was sure Daryl would never do what Peter did, he would die first.

Daryl and I stayed like that for another forty minutes but this time none of us fell asleep, we just enjoyed each other's company, until unfortunately I really needed to go to the bathroom, making Daryl stand up with me.

"I hate you so much," Daryl muttered as he got off of me and sat up on the bed, stretching a bit.

"I thought an hour ago you said you loved me," I said with a chuckle. "Make up your mind!"

"I loved you until you made me get up," Daryl groaned as he stood up. "I was so comfortable!"

"Nevertheless, I still love you," I said and winked at him, he just gave me the finger, but he cracked a smile as he did it, so I just stuck out my tongue at him.

After I went to the bathroom I did go out and used my crossbow like I said I would about an hour ago when Daryl stopped me from getting out of bed.

"You have gotten good," Michonne exclaimed as she sat behind me. I had just put the target even further and still managed to hit the target. Of course, it wasn't a moving target so it was easier. I'm afraid I'm not as accurate once I'm out there, trying to kill a walker.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "That's the plan, you know? Want to try?"

"Nah, I'm alright with my weapon," Michonne told me. "Maybe some other time."

"Alright," I said just before I shoot another arrow and unfortunately missed the target by only millimetres.

The weather was still quite warm but the nights were getting colder and colder, meaning that fall was coming. The first winter we lived after the outbreak was really, really though. There was no heating, no coffee or hot chocolate and it was hard to find right clothes to keep us warm, plus those thick coats and trousers made us slower, which almost got us killed a few times.

Besides that, Andrea and I almost died because we got sick, the weather was too much for us but we made it through.

"I haven't told you but since that day when Daryl and I went to look for the medicine for the sick people," Michonne said. "I decided to stay here and not to go look for the Governor anymore, I just... I let it go."

I went with Michonne a few times to look for the man that killed Teresa, Andrea and Merle and made our lives hell for a long time, we were scared he was going to attack again but nine or ten months had passed since we last saw him and apparently he won't be back again, maybe he's even dead right now, we can't be sure, though.

"I'm glad to hear that," I told her with a smile that soon turned into a smirk. "You can spend more time with Rick now."

"What?" she exclaimed in disbelief, her voice got high-pitched, nothing I had ever heard before from her.

"Oh come on!" I exclaimed with even a bigger smirk as I turned to look at her. "You like him, Michonne and he likes you."

"You couldn't be more wrong, Cici," Michonne said, avoiding my gaze but I could actually see a very small grin on her lips. "I don't like Rick and he doesn't like me, it will never happen, ever."

"That's what I used to say about Daryl and I being together, you know that," I told her. "And look at us now."

"That's different!" Michonne exclaimed in disbelief.

"How come?"

"It was obvious the two of you were into each other. I didn't know him and I still could tell. You two were just stupidly stubborn about what you felt, I don't know why but you were, while Rick and I don't really feel anything towards each other. Rick recently lost his wife, he isn't looking for someone new and I'm not interested in having someone in my life again."

"Alright," I said with a shrug. "I was in denial too, you know," I told her. "Anyway, I'm glad you are staying now and not going to look for the Governor. It wasn't healthy, Michonne."

"I know, but I still feel a bit disappointed," Michonne admitted. "I wanted to find him and kill him."

I had never felt so much hatred towards someone as I did towards him, not until a few weeks ago with the Sean incident. I felt so much anger and rage towards him because of what he did to the people I loved, mostly Merle and Andrea, I wanted him to pay for that, for their deaths but I realized those feelings were eating me inside so for my own good, I let it go, like Michonne said. I stopped going out on the searches with her and focused on other things.

I still hate the man and if I saw him I would want and try to kill him and make him pay but it's not my priority right now.

I had tried to do the same with the feelings I got after I was rescued, just let them go and move on but I admit it has been harder than I though. I still have nightmares and I'm always looking over my shoulder, just in case, and I try to never be alone but I'm so much better now, I'm finally getting back to how I was before the incident. Daryl, Michonne, Carl, Rick and everyone had been helping me with that.

"Yeah, me too," I said to her. "Especially after..."

"Andrea," Michonne said quickly.

"And Merle," I added quickly. "I know you didn't like him that much but he saved me so many times and in so different ways, plus he was Daryl's brother."

"After he let me go, I learnt to stand him, he did a good thing and I was quite sad when I found out he was dead."

"And there is also Teresa, I know you didn't get to know her but she used to be my best friend before the change. I was devastated when she was killed."

After that I reloaded the crossbow one more time, using my last arrow, I positioned myself correctly, concentrated and then shot it, I hit the target right in the centre. I smiled proudly at that, I was getting better and better.

"Not bad," Michonne complimented.

After having a conversation with Michonne and agreeing we were going to work out tomorrow, I went for my arrows and used them all one more time. Shooting really calmed me down and I loved doing it, plus they didn't make a sound and I could reuse the arrows, unlike the bullets, which I try to save as much as I can.

Not soon after I was done I spotted Mika and Lizzie close to the fence, I remembered Lizzie used to think walkers weren't dangerous and she was deeply torn when one of them was killed.

They were my mother's responsibility but she wasn't here anymore, I would help take care of them, just make sure they were okay and had everything they needed but I was... sorting things out and focusing on getting better, I wondered who had been taking care of them since my mum was kicked out.

I retrieved all my arrows again and once I was done I walked towards the blonde girls. My sister would be a bit older than them, she would be fourteen now, and Mika was only ten but that made me have a soft spot for them, especially for Mika, she reminded me a lot to Sophia, not only in appearance, both had blonde hair and brown eyes but also in personality, they were both innocent, sweet, lovingly and brave-hearted.

"Hello girls," I exclaimed with a smile, the girls turned around with big smiles on their faces.

"Cici!" the two girls exclaimed just before they stood up and ran towards me, pulling me into a hug.

"I missed you," Mika said as I had an arm around each one.

"How have you girls been?" I asked them. "Do you need anything?"

The three of us sat down on the grass and then they proceeded to tell me what it had been like for them. Nobody really takes care of them, some adults have made sure they are okay and all but they are mostly alone. It's mostly only the two of them.

"Well, if you ever need anything, food, more clothes, anything," I said to them. "You can come to me. If you feel sick or just need someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

The girls then wanted to know what happened to me, they heard I was kidnapped and miraculously rescued but they wanted to know more details, I only told them that I was kept in this house and barely ate or drank but I didn't tell them why I was taken or the things that happened to me, they were just too young, they didn't need to hear that kind of stuff.

Then they asked me about my mother, again I didn't want to tell them the whole truth so I just told them some things about my mum and then I just evaded their question and changed the topic quickly.

At dinner time, I accompanied the girls to eat, I was right in between the two of them, they told me things about their past, including school, friends, their dog and their mother. Turns out we went to the same elementary school and had the same Math teacher, that woman seemed like one hundred and fifty years and to everyone's bad luck, she never retired... or died.

After we ate, I went with them to their cell and tucked them in after Mika asked me to do it, both girls hugged me tightly just before I left and went back to my own block cell.

As I walked outside of block D, I noticed the beautiful full moon on the night sky, I could also see several stars all around the moon. I stopped to admire the sky for a few minutes.

I started to feel cold so I went inside block C, I walked past my own cell and went to Daryl's. He wasn't there yet. He was probably with Rick or people here hadn't finished eating.

I took off my shoes, trousers and shirt and put on my sweatpants and a loose shirt that was originally made for men but I saw it in a store not far from here and I just loved it, it was of Harry Potter, my favourite childhood movie and book.

I undid my ponytail and instead braided my hair, since the bed was too small, Daryl sometimes pulls at it during the night by accident, waking me up. After I was done I lied down on the bed and covered myself with the blankets and not only ten minutes later Daryl came, and he smiled as soon as he saw me.

"Where were you?" Daryl asked me.

"Lizzie and Mika wanted me to eat dinner with them," I told him. "Don't be mad"

"I'm not mad!" he exclaimed as he lied down next to me. "I'm happy."

"You are?" I asked surprised. "Why?"

"Today is the first day you used your crossbow again and you didn't ask me or anyone else to go with you and you actually went with those girls to block D without the presence of anyone of us, you hadn't done that in a while, you always need someone of us to be close to you, so I'm happy you felt confident enough to do that, it means you are progressing."

"I hadn't thought about it like that."

"I did as soon as I saw you walking towards those girls, I'm proud and happy for you."

Daryl then shifted his body position a bit and pecked my lips, as every night. I raised my hands to his cheeks and kissed him again, Daryl soon gave into the kiss and brought his hand to caress my cheek.

I deepened the kiss as I pulled him closer to me, he rested his other hand by my side to support his weight and not crush me since he was now on top of me.

Slowly I started to remove his vest, which he had forgotten to take off before getting into bed. It was not until the vest was by his elbows that he noticed what I was doing, I felt him stop kissing me and he started to pull away but I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, at first he gave in but then he stopped again.

He used his hand to make me remove my hands from around his neck and then he sat up, breaking the kiss as he sighed and looked down sadly at me. I bit my lip as I refused to look at him.

"Darling," he said trying to be extra nice, it's weird when he calls me that, it's usually Princess. "We have talked about this."

"But I want to do this, Daryl," I muttered, keeping my voice down in case someone could hear us. "I'm ready and I feel like this is the right time."

"Not yet, Cecilia."

I couldn't help but feel rejected like all those other times this had had happened. Daryl had claimed I'm not ready, therefore the two as a couple are not ready to take the next step. I never believed I would be the one trying to get into the guy's pants and not the other way around but that was our situation.

"You don't get it, Daryl," I said, sitting up as well and then crossing my arms. "All my life I was insecure because of my dad's abuse, I hated myself and I hated my body. I never felt comfortable about getting this far with a guy but I have finally gotten over it and taken this huge step for me and you just don't get it."

Daryl tried to grab one of my hands but I jerked it away and kept my arms crossed, instead he stroked my cheek and then he sighed again.

"Even if you did that, Cecilia, I don't think this is the best of times, what happened with Sean wasn't that long ago and I wouldn't like to trigger something, what if you remember what you went through in the middle of it and you freak out, I don't want that, specially when you are making such a good progress."

"He didn't... you know, rape me," I said, getting uncomfortable immediately. "I feel disgusting for what he did to me and in a way I need to replace those horrible memories with good ones, make this a good experience, you now? I think I can handle it."

Daryl put two fingers under my chin and made me look at him. He looked extremely sorry about this and a bit shy about it but I barely had time to see his expression before he kissed me sweetly and then pulled away a bit, but not that far so our foreheads could rest against each other.

"Let's just try," I whispered. "We can stop if we don't feel comfortable."

"Not tonight." Daryl kept firm, I had never kept trying so much because I hated the feeling of rejection I got whenever he pushed me away like this, so I just left it like that and focused on sleeping instead but this time I tried a bit more.

"Do you even find me attractive?" I asked him, speaking my thoughts. "Because I feel rejected when you do this."

"What?" Daryl exclaimed in shock, sitting up straight and looking at me with a hurt expression on his face. "Of course not, Princess. I love you and believe me when I say I'm attracted to you, I am, but..."

"But what, Daryl? Am I too young for you?" I snapped. "You think I'm going to regret it or something? I just need you to be honest with me."

Daryl sighed for like the hundredth time and then ran his hand through his long hair, meaning he was very nervous. I decided to not be so hard on him, so I extended my arms and grabbed his hands in mine and squeezed them afterwards in a way of reassuring him.

"I know I'm ready for this," I told him, looking straight into his eyes that now looked a deep dark blue instead of his light blue shade. "So, what's the matter?" Then I cracked a smile after I thought of something funny, especially to make the atmosphere less tense. "Any problem down there?"

"Uh, no," Daryl got out, looking away from me after a few seconds, I could tell he was really uncomfortable with this, he even coughed before answering me. "Not there, at least."

"What do you mean?"

"As you were insecure about your body because of the abuse I am insecure about my own body," Daryl finally admitted. "I don't want you to see my scars, I hate them. Don't ever think I don't... desire you, that I don't want to be with you because I do and I didn't mean to make you feel rejected, I just feel... hideous."

I removed my hands from his and sat up straight, I got on my knees and got closer to him, pulling him into a hug, which he slowly responded to.

A few months ago Daryl confessed to me that his father abused him and it used to be pretty bad, he also told me about his mother that didn't give a shit about him or made any attempt to stop the abuse, actually, she abused him too.

He told me about the scars that covered his back and I actually saw the end of a long, thick one that almost reached his neck but Daryl didn't let me see the rest of them. I had a few scars myself but they weren't as thick and I didn't have as many, I was lucky about that.

"You are not hideous, you are my... prince charming, you know?" I said as I pecked his lips. "I don't mind your scars, they are part of you and I love your whole self. Why are you embarrassed of them? You should trust me more, Daryl."

"They are gross, Cecilia, I can't even look at them myself!" Daryl exclaimed raising his voice a bit.

"They aren't gross, how you got them is gross. You didn't deserve it, but they aren't gross, I promise. Do you think I will be gross out and just leave you because of them?" I asked him and he just looked away. "I won't, I promise. I love you, understand?"

I turned around and took off my shirt, Daryl probably was thinking I was trying again but I wanted to show him I had scars too.

"Look around the middle of my back," I told him. "There's a long but thin scar there, I got it when I was twelve. My dad pushed me and I fell on a coffee table, breaking it. I have another smaller one just around my right shoulder blade, and I have one here," I said turning around and pointing above my left hipbone, that one was small but it was a bit thick, after that I put on my shirt again and looked into his eyes.

I got so many more injuries and cuts and even broken bones when I grew up, I had faint scars, which luckily they all healed and disappeared. There was one on my side that I hated so much and it took years for it to vanish completely but it did, that was from the last beating I got, just before I moved out.

"There is no need to be ashamed of those scars, not with me, Daryl. I went through the same thing as you, I understand, actually I think I'm the person I can understand you the most and the best out of everyone here. How could you think I would judge you or not get it? We lived the same thing."

"I just thought, how could you accept it and not be grossed out when I am? I hate them, Cecilia, how could you not? That's what I thought."

"I love you, that's why I accept them, Daryl. I hate what your father did but I'm not disgusted by you. I have my own scars too, so now you know that there's nothing to be ashamed of, I understand and won't ever make fun of you or anything like that."

I hugged him again and this time he instantly hugged me back, I smiled. I pulled away and before I could do anything else he kissed me, I could feel every emotion Daryl was pouring into the kiss, his past still affected him and taunted him and I was going to make sure to make it better for him.

Slowly, Daryl laid me down again, being careful to not break the kiss, I kept one arm around his middle back but I raised the other and started to play with his hair once again.

Some minutes later, as we kept passionately making out, it wasn't me who took the first step but Daryl, which really surprised me. He got one of his hand under my shirt, rubbing my skin with his cold fingers. Daryl slowly lifted my shirt but didn't take it off as he started to kiss down my jaw, to my neck.

I once again attempted to lower his vest and take it off and surprisingly this time he let me do it, but I could sense how his muscles tensed but he didn't stop, which I was glad about. Moments later my shirt was off of me again, Daryl threw it to the ground as I started to unbutton his own shirt.

"Does this... does this mean we will do it?" I asked him. "You won't push me away again?"

"No," he said to me, stopping his kisses for a bit as he looked into my eyes.

"Do you trust me?" I asked him and he slowly nodded.

"I trust you."

I smiled as I leant forward, supporting myself on my elbows and kissed him on the lips. Slowly, my body was all on the bed again, so I could use my hands to handle his shirt again.

"You ready?" I asked him just as I was going to remove his shirt from him. He nodded before he took it off himself.

I knew how hard this was for him, his body got all tensed and his movements got a bit less freely, like he didn't feel as comfortable anymore.

"It's okay," I assured him. "I love you."

I sat up then and massaged his shoulders a bit so he could relax as I left kisses on his neck and shoulders, he allowed me to see his back, I couldn't see the scars well because of the lack of light but still the view saddened me a lot because this was nothing compared to what he suffered as a child but it didn't gross me out, like I promised.

Daryl turned around and soon he pressed his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around my mid-section as my hands got tangled in his hair. This was actually happening, I really couldn't believe it and the best was that not even once I had thought about what happened with Sean.

Soon, my sport bra ended up in the floor, on top of his vest. I felt a bit exposed because I had never been this naked in front of someone, so now it was my turn to get a bit tensed and Daryl noticed that.

I had never had sex or done anything this far with a guy and Daryl had never done it with someone he loved, only with easy girls and random hook ups, so in a way, this was new to the two of us.

Then our trousers found their way to the floor as well, leaving us in just our underwear. I had to admit I did want this but I had gotten very nervous now, we both were. I kind of felt too exposed and felt a bit insecure but I was enjoying it and I was excited about it, so I tried my hardest to push all my insecurities to the back of my mind and just enjoy the moment because it was finally happening, Daryl finally told me the real reason why he was rejecting me and finally was overcoming his own insecurities, which I had no idea about until now.

All I knew was that Daryl is the man I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, he's the one that makes me feel alive, like this life does have a meaning and is worth fighting.

Hello guys!

This was a very deep chapter, finally Daryl confessed. Hope you all liked it! Even though it's my story Daryl broke my heart in this chapter.

Yesterday, I was stretching after my workout and got the worst cramp ever. I couldn't straighten my leg even when I was told to do it, I felt like something, like a ligament or a muscle or something was going to be broken and I was in so much pain. This man grabbed my foot and actually pulled my leg and straightened it for me, it cracked really bad as I let out a scream, I think all the sport club heard me. The trainer just stared at me and after the man did that, the trainer disappeared, I found that funny later.

The thing is that I was going more scared and crying because I thought I was going to break something like I said before and that I couldn't do my sport for 2 months or so, I had suffered for many injuries so I don't want anymore but I'm okay now, thank God. The weird thing is that my thigh muscle feels a bit thigh, I have eaten many bananas for the potassium and chocolate milk because it helps to recover the muscle.

And later that night, after the TWD episode, I thought, imagine if that happened to someone while they were running away from walkers, that would be horrible. I might have to write that in the future, I have never read it in other stories. Almost killed by a cramp :'D

I don't have much to say today about the new episode, but tell me what you think of Carl and Enid, you like it, you hate it, you don't mind it? Anyway, thanks for reading and please comment! :D I love to read your opinions.