Never ending nightmare - 【Daryl Dixion】book one

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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Willow was sitting under one of the big oak trees in the small camp. She used one of the large roots as a seat.

Daryl was in front of her fixing up his motorcycle, his muscles constricting with each movement.

She watched as he tightened things here and there, black oil slowly covering his slender fingers. Willow couldn't help but stare.

Daryl used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, smearing sticky black oil across his skin.

"Got some on you." she said, nodding her head.

"Huh." daryl turned, using his palm to try and wipe it off. He only smeared it more.

Willow shook her and rose to her feet. "You're just spreading it around dumbass." she chuckled, moving in front of him.

Daryl was on his knees beside his bike, his knees making little indents in the dirt.

Willow used her index finger and lifted his chin so that she could get a better look at his face. "Look at you." she tsked. "So dirty"

Daryl shifted on his knees.

Willow grabbed a semi clean rag that was hanging on the bike's handle. She spit into the rag before rubbing the rough cloth against his forehead. One hand was holding his chin still so he couldn't move.

Daryl stared up at her from his knees, a hand snaking around to grab the back of her leg so that he wouldn't topple over.

She wiped away the sticky grease. " all clean." She smiled, stepping back from the crouched man. "Wash your hands before you touch your face or use a clean rag." She held out the semi clean rag.

"Yes ma'am." Daryl nodded, taking the outstretched cloth. Daryl watched as she walked away from him.

God even her walking away turned him on.

"How are we on medical supplies?" Rick asked Willow who had a clipboard in her hands.

She was writing down what she was low on and expiration dates on some of the medication.

"So far okay. Another week or two maybe depending on how careful you all decide to be." She set the clipboard down on the bed where a dying Carl once laid.

Hershel had made the bedroom into a small medical room for Willow to use during her stay.

"What about toilet paper? Toothpaste? Diapers? Canned food? Weapons?" Rick asked, listing off items that were necessary.

"We have about 4 rolls, two and a half tubes, a box and a half and...." Willow squinted at the quick messy handwriting. "Twenty or more cans left."

Rick nodded. "I'll send someone out in a day or two."

Willow leaned against the small desk that was placed gently against the back wall. "Do we have anything that needs to be done today?" She asked.

Rick rubbed at the hair on his chin. "Not that I know of. Why?"

She nodded. "I want to put up a sign for my friends."

"Where at?"

"The highway where the group found us. The road that they would have needed to take leads to the highway." She explained, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depending on the time my friends made it back to our old camp and with the note they would have stayed nearby or just now would be passing through the mess of cars."

Rick nodded his head slowly, listening to her words. Rick couldn't say no to her, she had saved his son. "Alright. Take Daryl, you two seem to work well together."

"We tolerate each other."

"Well whatever it is." Rick gave the door a light tap. "I'll see if Carol can watch charlie for you." Rick said before exiting the room, leaving Willow to gather what she needed.

When Willow stepped out of the greene's old farmhouse she found Daryl leaned up against her jeep. His crossbow sitting comfortably on his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" Willow asked as she came up beside him.

"I'm standin here aren't i?" Daryl moved to the passenger side of the jeep and climbed in with a low grunt.

"No need for the attitude dixon." Willow mumbled under her breath as she made her way to the driver's side.

The two peeled out of the dirty driveway, clouds of dust clouding behind them as they got further from the farm.

"I got some paint." Willow spoke up, interrupting the silence.

Daryl said nothing.

Willow repeated herself this time a little louder. "I got some paint."

"Heard ya the first time." he grunted beside her.

"Then you should have acknowledged me."

Daryl once again didn't respond.

Willow sighed. "I got paint for the cars." she said. "Figured we could write a message on a few and hopefully they'll see it."

Daryl slowly nodded his head in response.

The two made their way to the highway. Willow pulled her jeep into a small clearing in the woods so that it was out of sight in case any unwanted travelers showed up. 

They carried the paint cans full of white paint up onto the deserted highway. Willow instructed that she wanted at least six cars painted, three on one end and three on the other end.

The two then split up, both painting the same letters and words alongside the abandoned cars.

Willow felt a tightness in her chest as she read what she had smeared onto the dust exterior of a black honda. She gripped the paint brush in her hands a bit tighter.

Aster and amelia had to still be out there, she knew it. They were out there looking for them just like she was looking for them. She knew it. She could feel it.

The girls had come too far for things to end like this. Charlie needed his mother and aunt just as much as Willow needed her friends.

"They'll see the cars." Daryl said coming up beside her, he stood awkwardly at her side with white splotches of paint on his pants.

Willow quickly nodded, sniffling. "Yea they will." she said, wiping her nose. She dropped the paint brush into the paint can but couldn't bring herself to move any further from the car.

A rough thumb came up to wipe a stray tear that had unknowingly fallen from Willow's eyes.he brushed the small salty tear away from her soft cheek.

That was all willow needed for her to break, a tsunami of emotions came pouring through the brick wall that she had built up for so many years.

Willow pressed her head against Daryl's shoulder and sobbed into his plaid tattered shirt.

Daryl stood stiff. His arms out beside him. He couldn't move.

He let the girl sob into his shoulder, soaking his shirt with salty tears.

This was the most human that Daryl had seen willow. A small part of him realized that she was human. That in this moment they were both humans standing on an abandoned highway with the Georgia sun slowly dipping behind the trees.

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woohoo everyone chapter twenty one is complete! with each new chapter we get so much closer to the end. 

this chapter definitely had a little more willow and daryl in it which i'm not complaining. here we see willow show a very vulnerable side of herself to daryl which in all honesty she needed a good cry i think.

as of this week im on vacation so i'll have more free time to hopefully update again:)