Nightmares. They are terrifying. You have them in your sleep, you have them in the world and in this case you have them taking over the world.
All Connie remembers when she closes her eyes is that fucking cave.
Watching it as it crumbles on the only known exit out of that cave, watching as the boulders and rubble block the view of her sister and Daryl, laying their on the floor in silence as her head pours with blood from stray rubble within.
The dark, how it haunts her. She liked the dark, it gave her peace, comfort and the ability to sleep, now? She struggles, when in the wrong frame of mind she panics, breaking in and out rapidly as if she had minimal oxygen left. The vibrations of walkers footsteps approaching as she and Magna laid unconscious on the rubble scattered floors of the cave.
It was terrifying.
With her inability to hear due to her deafness the darkness just made her feel helpless, no light to find her way to magna, no sounds to guide her through the darkness. It was just torture.
She relives the memory of that cave collapsing before jolting herself awake, shaking and uncontrollable breathing. Daryl stirs beside her, aware of this lingering tension now in the room.
He shakes her gently as she stares at the ceiling in attempts to calm her breathing, "con?"
She turns to look at him, eyes beginning to stream with tears.
"What's up?" He whispers, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs.
Cave. Connie signs, nightmare.
"Aw con." He says, she reads his lips as she does. Want some water? He signs, she nods. "Alright." He smiles, kissing her soft lips gently before getting out of the bed, switching the lamp on and heading to the kitchen.
Connie's eyes linger on where he was for a moment before reading the alarm clock on the bedside table, 4:27am. She groans silently, annoyed that she woke Daryl up when he's got to be up with the kids along with a midday to evening shift.
She feels Daryl's presence re-enter the room as he heads over to his side of the bed and sits down, holding the glass out as she adjusts herself to sit up properly. She takes it and sips from its detailed rim as he slips back into bed, resting his hand on her thigh.
Anything I can do? He signs, she shrugs.
This is good for now, thank you. She replies, smiling weakly over the glass at him.
She turns to her side, putting the glass on the coaster resting upon her beside table, Daryl wraps his arm around her as she rests upon his chest, looking up at him.
Everyone seems to tell Connie how Daryl seems happier with her, he's never been this gentle with someone, especially given their short friendship knowing eachother.. Connie wonders where everyone gets this as ever since they met she's only known him like this..
Are you happy? She signs, waiting for his response.
I think so.. I've never felt this good about myself.. he smiles, looking down at her, thanks to you.
Everyone keeps telling me that. She says, kissing his jawline gently, why?
I don't know.. I just, I've been a lot calmer and friendlier after meeting you.. you've influenced me quite a bit con.
You're so sappy. She chuckles.
Yeah?
Very. She kisses at his jaw again, tracing circles on his scar bearing chest he feels comfortable to show her. I feel safer with you.. My nightmare nerves don't usually go as quick as this. She smirks, looking up at him.
Safer with me? The words linger in his mind, nah that can't be right.
I trust you Daryl, You trust me.. that's good. She reminds, his hand holding onto hers which rests on his chest.
Daryl doesn't respond, he's too involved with her words, repeating in his lovestruck mind. He turns his head to look down at her, she's already peering up at him. She moves his lips onto his, adjusting herself on top of his lap as they share breathy, loving kisses.
His shirt on her tiny body rests on top of his thighs as the hem dangles from upon her legs, he feels their bare skin touching as his hands rest one on her waist, one on the shirt-covered thighs.
She continues to kiss at his lips, her hand on his cheek and arm around his neck, holding him closer to her. This was nice.
Nightmares revolve around the past that haunts you, a dream is what these two were in right now.
She parts from his lips, allowing them to catch their breath, Connie still situated on his lap. He watches her movements as she pulls his shirt over her head, placing it beside them as she kisses at his neck, gentle, soft, delicate kisses causing him to chuckle at certain spots.
Subconsciously his hands wander along her freckle kissed skin, grazing upon her muscular body as it presses onto him whilst she kisses at his skin.
As he feels her warmth on him he realises he doesn't want this to end, he wants her touch forever, her kindness and gentle movements constantly around his insecure skin and it helped she had a body of a saint.
"Con.." He mumbles, she feels his words as she kisses his neck, moving to look at him.
What's up? She asks, raising my an eyebrow inquisitively.
I love you. Before he can rethink, it's been done, he's told her. He watches as her eyes soften, her cheeks flush, her mouth twists into a toothy grin.
I love you too.. She replies, kissing him. Maybe I should have more nightmares often if he confesses to me like this. She chuckles at the thought.
That's enough change for the night, she pulls the blanket over them both and flicks the lamp off. He wraps her up in his arms as they drift to sleep.
