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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I was quiet for hours as Daryl and I walked. He would look back at me occasionally, probably to check if I was still there. I was too shook about the Shane situation to say anything to anyone. I didn't mutter a single goodbye to anyone but Sam.
As we walk in silence, I wonder if it was even a good idea to leave Sam alone with Shane. Sam has a temper like our father. I am starting to panic.
"Alright, I have had enough. What is wrong with you?" Daryl finally speaks up, turning to look at me.
There were tears forming in the corners of my eyes, threatening to leak. His face softens when he sees my expression.
"El?" He asks quietly, walking to me.
It all comes out in a rush, "Shane tried to touch me and Sam cut off his fingers. I think we should go back. What if Sam kills Shane? Or worse, what if Shane kills Sam?"
The panic is starting to get worse and is turning into a full attack.
"Hey, deep breathes. Calm down," Daryl counts my breathing with me as my attack slowly starts to go away.
"Shane touched you?" He asks.
I nod quickly, avoiding his eyes.
"We are going back, I'm gonna murder him," he mutters, walking back towards the direction we came in.
I definitely fucked up by telling him about Shane. All I need is for him and Sam to have a target on Shane's head.
"Daryl, I don't want to go back yet," I say sternly.
He stops in his tracks and looks at me. I try to keep a strong head and look in his eyes, "I need space away from Shane."
"You'll have plenty of space when he's six feet under," Daryl answers calmly.
"Don't make me beg."
"Fuck. Your brothers are right, you're stubborn as hell," he scoffs, beginning to walk in our original direction again.
The rest of our hunting trip was silent. He didn't bother me on the subject again. I was thankful to not be bugged about what was wrong. My brothers would harass me until I talked it all the way through and felt better.
I felt like my mind was being pulled in many different directions that I couldn't keep up with.
I don't know how long we've been walking until we stumble upon a farmhouse. It was getting dark and I figured Daryl would want to stop for the night. I wasn't expecting him to want to stop at a house though. He usually just settled for a spot next to a tree.
I follow him towards the farmhouse and he looks quickly back at me, "I figured you would want a bed to sleep in tonight."
"I would like that a lot," I agree.
It was rare for an actual bed to sleep in so I never take it for granted. I would do anything for those shitty motel rooms again.
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It felt strange to lay in bed with Daryl wrapped around me. After we double checked the house for walkers, we found that the master bedroom seemed to have been untouched. It seemed like the home was owned by a younger couple. They had a little blonde girl which made by heart hurt.
I couldn't help but stare at the happy picture of the daughter and father. It reminded me way too much of my own relationship with John Winchester. How much he truly loved me.
Daryl led me to the bed without saying a word. We didn't speak as we laid next to each other. It was such a comfortable silence. It felt safe. Almost like home.
I have only had the feeling of home when I'm with my older brothers. Now I have seemed to find it in Daryl.
Daryl and I weren't touching at first. We were actually facing in the opposite directions. Somehow his arms ended up wrapped around me in the middle of the night. My head was on his bare chest when I opened my eyes.
He grumbles when I go to sit up, pulling me back down to him. I smile at his movement and allow myself to enjoy this moment for awhile longer.
"Daryl," I whisper softly to get his attention.
"Shhh," he hushes me.
"We should get going soon," I remind him.
"Nah. I was thinking we could stay here for another day. We both need a break from the group," he says with certainty.
I perk my head up with his statement. I was definitely not expecting Daryl to want to stay holed up in a house with me for longer than a night. It's almost like he's actually enjoying himself.
"I think you kinda enjoy spending time with me," I tease.
"You're peaceful," he mumbles.
He feels the same way I do. We found peace in each other in this chaotic new world.
I press my lips to his cheek then lay my head back on his chest. We don't get many moments like this anymore.
