My Mate Is A Hunter

I love you

Alex's P.O.V.
*Week Later*

I sat outside in the grass. My legs tucked up to my chest. I still think about what Merel did to me. About how he was close to rapeing me.

I hear someone behind me and I turn to see Daryl. He sat next to me and grabbed my hand. "Whacha thinkin' 'bout?" He ask.

"What Merel did." I whispered.

"Why ya thinkin' 'bout that?" He ask.

"Because it was so close to happening." I admit.

"Well it didn't." He responds pulling me so I sat between his legs.

"How did you get us out of that place?" I ask.

"When we got there I found ya on the floor," He starts, "I thought you were dead. I really didn't care if ya were dead or not I carried ya out. Rick said to just leave ya, but I couldn't. Rick kept telling me that ya were gone, that if I took ya that ya would comeback a walker and attack us. All I said was that if ya turned I'll let ya get me and we'll die together. I carried ya threw everythin'. I wasn't gonna leave ya."

"Why did you think I was dead?" I ask looking up at him.

"When we found ya, blood was all over the floor around ya. I looked ta see if ya were bit or scratched and I didn't see any marks of that, we thought ya died from blood loss." He says clearly sad at the memories.

I turn so that I sat on my knees. I take his face in my hands. I notice a water line from his eye to the battom of his jaw.

"Is the Daryl Dixon crying?" I smirk.

"Shut up." He smiles, wiping the tear line away.

I smile and move my arms so that they wrapped around his torso and my head laid on his chest.

"I'm sorry, " I whisper, "I shouldn't have gone on that run. I should have just stayed here like you t-"

"Hey," he lifts my head so I looked at him, "you did what you thought was right. Hell I woulda done the same."

"I know but still, I should have listened to you." I lay my head on the crook of his shoulder.

"Yer alive," He says rubbing my back, "that's all that matters to me."

I smile, but then a thought came to mind making the smile disappear. "What if he comes back for me," I ask, "he had said something about wolves being better in bed."

His grip went tight on my shirt. "If Philip shows his ass anywhere 'round here I'll put a bolt threw his head."

I let out as a joke popped up.

"Whacha laughing 'bout?" He ask.

"Just a joke." I answer.

"What's 'tis joke?" He ask.

"I figured out why they call him Governor." I say lifting my head and looking at him.

"Why's that?" He ask smirking.

"Because Philip has two eyes in it." I smile.

He let out a chuckle.

"I'm glad you came back." I say.

"I am too." He says.

"Daryl," I say hesantly, "I love you."

He had a shocked expression.

"I'm sorry," I quickly get out of his arms, "I shouldn't have said that."

I ran off.