Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Eight

We walk downstairs and see Beth sat at the piano, singing and playing a sweet song. We just stand at the door, listening. 

Daryl wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him gently, I lean on him and smile. After a minute or so of just standing there, listening to her play, Daryl clears his throat to get her attention. She quickly turns to face us.

"The place is nailed up tight. The only way in is through the front door." He places his crossbow down on a seat and leans on the coffin, jumping into it.

"What are you doin'?" Beth asks him.

"This is the comfiest bed I've had in years." He mumbles.

"Really?" Beth mumbles.

"I ain't kiddin'."

He leans back, letting out a breath of relief, opening his arms as I climb on top of him, entwining my legs with his, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around me. I think I just found my happy place.

I glance up to see Beth looking down. I internally giggle and think, 'Have a taste of your own medicine.' 

Of course, I love Beth with all of my heart, but right now, it feels good to show her that just because we're in an apocalypse, what's mine is not hers.

"Why don't you go ahead and play some more? Keep singing." He says to Beth.

"I thought my singing annoyed you."

"There ain't no jukebox, so.." He mumbles.

Beth smiles and turns back around to play. Daryl and I just lay there happily, listening to Beth's soft, sweet voice as he plays with my hair gently.

Later in the day before I had woken up from my post-sex nap, Daryl was preparing a surprise. He came into the room and stands at the doorway.

"Hey, Robyn, wake up.."

I slowly start to stir and he comes over, kissing my face gently, "I have a surprise."

I look up at him and sit up, rubbing my eyes.

He goes to Beth and asks her to come to the kitchen, she gets up and follows us both.

"Beth.. Hurry upppp, I wanna see what the surprise isss." I whine at her playfully as she limps behind us.

She chuckles softly, "I'm going as fast as I can!"

"Forget that!" I pick her up bridal style and carry her into the room Daryl leads us to, placing her down on a chair.

Daryl and I sit down with her, he's put out some of the food and set up the table for breakfast.

"Alright. Let's eat." Daryl says as he grabs a jar of pig's feet, but as he goes to open them the noise trap sounds and I immediately get up with Daryl.

He grabs his crossbow and I grab my knife, holding it up next to my face.

I turn to Beth and tell her to stay where she is.

Daryl and I go towards the front door and he leans down looking through a gap in the wooden planks we nailed to it.

After a second he slowly opens it.

"It's just a damn dog!" He calls through the house.

He crouches down and puts his hand out. "Hey.. Come 'ere boy."

It sniffs his hand a little then runs away.

Daryl gets up and closes the door.

"He wouldn't come in?" I jump a little as Beth speaks from behind me, I put a hand to my chest as I take a deep breath, jumpy from the close scare, Daryl rubs my back gently.