Eleanor Winchester has lived around monsters her entire life. As much as her father tried to hide her from it, he had no choice but to train her along side her older brothers.
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"Daryl wants to see you," Carol tells me as she's walking towards me.
Daryl has been resting for two days now and I've refused to go see him. I'm not even sure why. I think I'm just afraid to see him vulnerable like that. I've never seen him like that before.
"Thank you, Carol," I tell her honestly.
She's been looking after Daryl and I really appreciate it. I'm sure she appreciates the distraction from her missing daughter as well.
I offer Carol a quick hug before I walk past her to the farmhouse.
I sneak past everyone to make my way to the room Daryl is in. I walk in quietly and I know Daryl didn't hear me because his back is turned to me.
I see the scars that litter his bare skin and I can't help but feel guilty that I've been avoided him.
I've always been this way though. I hate seeing people in this vulnerable state. I would hide whenever my dad would get injured from a hunting trip. I would hide if Dean got hurt. I just have too much trauma when it comes to the men in my life getting hurt. It scares me that I will lose them like I finally lost my dad.
Daryl turns around quickly when he realizes someone is in here. I can tell he is relieved that it's just me.
"You came," Daryl says softly.
"You called," I answer, walking towards him.
He makes room for me on the bed and I lay down next to him. He looks okay now. He's just a wrap around his hound and a wrap around his thigh.
"You were ignoring me," he says, stating it.
"I was ignoring this situation. I didn't want to see you like this," I admit.
"It's just a little scratch," he plays it off.
"I was ready to kill Andrea," I say with a smile.
He throws me a grin, "me too."
"We still can," I offer.
He shrugs, "it's not worth it."
He moves on his side so that he's facing me.
"I've been considering that shower offer," he speaks up.
"Oh yeah?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.
"I was just thinking that I shouldn't continue letting my old man have such a grip on me," he admits, looking insanely vulnerable right now.
I nod in agreement, "you definitely should let go of him."
"This is just the first step. Don't hold it against me if I can't do it."
"I won't."
That is how I ended up naked in front of Daryl Dixon. I have never been shy or nervous around men before but for some reason, he has my stomach in knots.
The way he's looking at my body like he's admiring every inch brings heat to my cheeks.
"Can you turn around?" he asks quietly.
I nod in response and turn away from him.
It doesn't take him long to undress and he takes my hand to let me know he's okay. I turn to face him and he's completely nude. I can tell he's embarrassed by the way he's not making eye contact with me.
"Daryl," I say his name softly.
He finally looks at me and I take that as an opportunity to press my lips to his.
He doesn't kiss me back at first but takes me by surprise when he grabs my waist and presses his lips against mine more sure of it.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me up on the sink. I answer his movements by wrapping my arms around his neck.
I feel like i'm losing my mind with him between my thighs. He's so sexy.
I groan when there's a knock on the door, interrupting us.
"Hey El? I know you're having sexy time in there but Dean is looking for you," Maggie keeps her voice low enough but loud enough for me to hear.
"Will you distract him for me?" I ask her through the door.
"Of course! I left some clothes out here for you too," she answers before her footsteps lead away from the bathroom door.
I look at Daryl who looks very embarrassed right now, "why don't we just go ahead and shower?"
He nods in agreement and backs away from me. I jump down from the counter and start the shower for us.
I step in the shower and move under the water. I let the water run down my body and soak my hair. I can tell Daryl is hesitant but he steps into the shower with me.
I lace our fingers together and lead him a couple steps toward me. The water hits him and he flinches, shutting his eyes.
"Hey," I say softly, trying to get him to relax.
He's extremely tense so I move my hands to his chest. His heart is being rapidly.
He finally opens his eyes, "I just need a moment."
I nod in response. I start to move my hands away from his chest but he grabs my wrist and keeps my hands there.
I give him the time he needs and when he's ready, he moves closer into the water.
I watch as Daryl conquers one of his fears. He finally allows himself to be clean. Something he has struggled with for his entire life.
