Have you ever had that reoccurring dream that you're being chased by the dead?
Well for Alex it's a terrifying reality.
It started suddenly, spread rapidly and if you were lucky you knew how to escape it.
Shoot the head and don't get bit!
The apo...
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I woke up with a slight headache, gosh I wish someone had stopped me. I got up from the couch deciding that I needed to get ready. I undressed and put on some clean underwear and clothes. My mind started to wonder to the events that happened last night, Shane having an outburst, my wrists were purple from his grip. I remember Daryl stepping in, carrying me to the couch, me pulling him back to me, the closeness of our faces, my almost confession to him and that I had kissed him, albeit his cheek, I still kissed him.
I blushed at remembering this. Had I really been that drunk that I was willing to accept the little butterflies I felt whenever I was around him as true feelings for him. I had always blocked it out not wanting to confront the fact that I may just have feelings for him but after my almost confession last night, I'm certain that I do have feelings for Daryl and that I couldn't deny them anymore.
Everyone was right, there was definitely something going on between us, but I have no idea if the feelings are reciprocated. I am certain that Daryl doesn't share my feelings and that he was just treating me with a little bit more kindness than the others because he thought I needed it, that I would crack if he was rough with me.
I decided that the longer I think about the situation, the more prone I am to being sad about it. I walk out of my selected room, and I'm greeted with a slightly pale looking Rick, "Morning." I say softly knowing that he probably also has a headache. We walk together to the kitchen where we are greeted by Carl, Lori, Andrea, Dale and Glenn.
Glenn looks up at me and gives me a slight smile, I return it and grab some food for myself and sit down next to him. Maybe I should tell him about my feelings, maybe he would know what to do or what to say. I shake my head at this thought Glenn wouldn't understand he would laugh at me for having feeling for Daryl. "Are you hungover? Mom said you'd be" Carl asks his dad, giving a sly smile towards his mom.
"Mom is right." Rick says as he sits down next to Lori, we all give the slightest chuckle but as I do the pounding headache comes right back and I groan, holding my head. Never again!
