One temptation || Daryl Dixon ||

5. ////

     after Andrea had left, I held the clothes she grabbed in my hands, crossed in my chest, to keep my towel hung up. I turned to the bed, a large king bed, placing the multiple colored clothing down, looking at a shirt I had picked out of the bunch, it was a light gray shirt, with sheer short sleeves and a floral pattern on the bottom right of the shirt. I thought that was cute, so I put it off the side for now.

in the pile were also different genres of pants, bell bottoms, jeans, and shorts, I didn't know what to wear, but I chose the jeans because I remembered it was winter and I need thick layering of clothing.

I took the shirt I put off to the side and brought it over my head putting my arms through the arm holes, then I pulled the jeans up over my thighs, and they were a little loose, I tried looking through the walk-in closet for at least 1 belt, but none to be found.

I heard a knock at the door, I turned, startled by the sound. I sped-ran to the door and opened it to see the large man standing at the door.

the large man was leaning against the doorway, with one hand above his head, and one hand in his back pocket, he had a black vest that covered his chest tightly, quartered off sleeves that ended just before his forearm, showing off his veins along his arm. he had dark grey work pants on with a black belt wrapper around on the third loop. he was a large man, not weight-wise, just tall and muscular.

"you decent?" he asked after watching, me at the door.

"what do you think?" I say stepping back and spinning in a circle showing off the outfit.

the man watched me twirl. he had a smirk on his face. I was too happy to be clean and in fresh clothes to notice the hungry look on his face.

"yeah, it's nice" I looked down and grabbed the empty belt loops on the lip of the jeans. "But..it is a bit lose"

"oh I see that, well here, I got an extra belt I can lend you, just in my room, come, I'll show you," he said motioning his hand towards the hall signaling to follow him.

he walked out of the doorway and walked down the hall, this was the first time I have gotten to see the rest of this community. the public areas were open. he opened a brown wooden door, leading outside.

I covered my eyes with my arm, the sun was bright, I heard people talking and laughing, even light music playing. I noticed this and questioned.

"Music? won't that lore the walkers right towards us?"

"no, we have walls, along with that guard at the walls changing shifts at all times" he points to the left, and down the road.

I looked down where he was pointing, and noticed a group of military men. they had large machine guns,
And they were all laughing with each other.

"So, where were you before we found you hurt in the woods?" He questioned

"Um.. a prison" I hesitated "this guy found me and my boyfriend at a market looting for meds. He had a crossbow and-"

My sentence was caught off short by a pale bald man.

"A crossbow? W-was his name Daryl?"

Before I could even comprehend what the man had said to me, before I started to realize that, this man that was talking to me, was the same man that shoved me in a bag, to end up in this place"

"You're.." I said hazily

"Yeah look I'm sorry, that I like put you in a bag all rough and shit, but you were seriously hurt. You almost died to two walkers."

"I was fine"

"Yeah sure.. anyway- you said a man with a crossbow?"

"Uh- yeah mid length hair about to his ears, blue eyes, black vest" I said motioning what I was saying.  putting my hands to measure the length of the hair I was describing, to my ears and pointing to my eyes, and back.