walk with me

Chapter three

I was walking down a lonely highway; the one my dad used to take when he drove home. In the distance, you could hear a car coming and getting closer every second. After a while, a red Toyota was visible.

"Dad! It´s me, Talia! Dad please!" I yelled as loud as I could. The car passed by me and I ran behind it. I wasn´t fast enough because when I reached it, my dad had already got out of the car. I couldn´t warn him, my voice stopped working. It was as if an evil force was trying to make me watch how my dad got torn apart. 

Dad got closer to the body lying on the ground. He let his guard down for a second and the walker was sinking it´s teeth in his neck. Blood was everywhere.

"Nooo!" I had to wake up, I just had to. When the walker was done with my dad it stood up and faced me. It was Paul.

"No! No! No!" this time the whole group was there when I woke up... even Daryl. I couldn´t control my crying; it never ended.

 "What!" I said whiping my tears. Everybody was staring. Glenn came closer and asked me to share my nightmare.

 "You are part of our family Erin. Even though some of us here don´t want you to be. You are part of us" I´m not that sentimental type of bitch but Glenn´s speech moved me. After I finished explaining they all concluded I was having those dreams beacuse I felt lonely. When everybody left Daryl came closer.

 "I´m sorry." And he left.

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 At breakfast everybody was nicer. I was talking to Beth when Daryl came in the cafeteria area. Part of me was pissed beacuse of what he did and didn´t accept his apologi while the other half was still wishing to kiss him.

 I waited for Beth to finish her story on the day she and her sister went camping before I left to talk to Daryl. I found him in the cell block cleaning some knives.

 "What?" That took me by surprised. Why was he being such an ass?

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you being such an ass?" I felt as if i was going to cry.

 "I´m perfectly fine and as for the "ass" attitude, let me be" Fuck you Daryl Dixon.

 "Oh so, first you kiss me and then you say I´m a bitch?" He didn´t respond so I continued. "Is this beacuse of the age difference?"

 "Of course it´s about that! Shit, I am twice your age!" he yelled.

 "Oh Daryl that is bull! I don´t care about the age difference!" I was so mad at Dixon! Damn I wish I had my gun.

 "Well I do and don´t follow me!" he said as he collected his knives and walked to his room. Of course I followed him.

 "You are a stuborn little bitch aren´t you?" he said as he turned around and saw me. I walked closer and slapped him hard on his left cheek. He looked at me shock for just a second and then he.... he looked turned on. Next thing I know is I have a pair of lips kissig me and I´m kissing him back. Daryl Dixon is oficially the most bipolar person I´ve ever met. This time he didn´t move his hands from my  back and he didn´t let me move anything but my lips. He pulled out after a couple of minutes and again, concentrated on his damn knives.

 "Your mood swings are driving me crazy." I said before I left.