"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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In the midst of the apocalypse, basic necessities such as food, water, shelter, and safety became constant worries.
That's why she couldn't understand her feelings even more!
Because how in the light of death just waiting for her in every corner, she was losing sleep over a guy? Over Daryl Dixon. A man who was old enough to be her father, a man who was as approachable as a rabbit dog. He was covered in dirt most of the time, sweaty, and keeping everyone at a distance. They weren't even that close! Charlie was also sure that in normal conditions she wouldn't even look at him.
She felt irrational. Daryl was making her feel safe, whenever she needed that he was ready with his big, strong, muscular arms...Oh God.
And the thing was, she never thought about her feelings towards him. She liked him, once again she felt safe with him, but that was it. Daryl Dixon was never the first thought in her mind when she woke up or was closing her eyes...until the conversation she had with T and Rick. They messed with her head and now she was lying in her bed, thinking what she was feeling towards Daryl.
Charlie felt a cold floor under her feet when she left her bed. T was snoring quietly as he didn't have any problems with falling asleep. She narrowed her eyes and leaned in, whispering to him. "I hate you."
The floor was cold under her feet as she left the cell, not really knowing what she should do now. Leaving the cellblock in the middle of the night, wandering around in the darkness didn't seem like an option.
"Hey." she heard a voice that made her jump. She turned in the direction of the noise and she had to look up. A wave of relief washed down her body as she realized two things: first- Walkers couldn't talk and second Daryl chose to sleep outside of the cell. "What are you doing?"
"Can't sleep," she whispered back.
"Come here."
That's how she found herself on Daryl's mattress, sitting arm in arm-with him in silence. Through those past months, they discovered that it wasn't a necessity for them to talk with each other, sometimes the only thing they needed was the presence of the other person.
"You can't sleep either? Or did I wake you?"
"Nah, don't worry," he said. "I can't feel in a deep sleep. And I could hear you moving all the time."
"Sorry," she whispered.
"Your stupid method isn't working anymore?" he asked.
"Not when someone's brain is on the wall right in front of you of my face." she shrugged. "Besides..." she opened her mouth but wasn't really sure if she should say what she was thinking about. It was stupid what she was thinking in that moment, that was embarrassing to say because that would make her even weaker than she was in reality. Because how she could possibly explain that she was just hot used to his presence in proximity more or less ten centimeters? That his snores were calming her down at night because if he was snoring then he was alive and that meant everything was all right.
