Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 48 - Visions

For the first time in weeks everyone had their own room, their own space. Instead of sharing one big area among all of us. We had actually gotten used to having everyone closeby, though.

Rick shared with his two kids, Carol shared with Mika. Rosita got a room with Abraham. Tyreese and Sasha got another one. Maggie and Glenn shared a room. Michonne, Tara, Eugene, Gabriel, Noah, Joshua and Heather got a room each. And Daryl and I shared the last available room, which was right next to the exit door, right in front of Glenn and Maggie's room.

It was nice to cuddle Daryl all night long without interruptions, without worrying about people glancing at you. And it was nice to sleep on a hotel bed, it was the nicest bed I had slept on in a very long time. Probably nicest than my own bed back in New York.

And that's why we all slept in except the people who were on watch. We were so close to Richmond that there was no rush. We had gathered lots of supplies the day before and it seemed like Judith wasn't still a hundred percent okay, so today, we decided to stay one more night at the Motel but none of us went on runs anymore. Today was to recharge. To rest. To plan.

"Can we stay here a bit longer?" I mumbled as my face was buried in Daryl's bare chest.

He had his eyes closed and he also was trying really hard to get out of bed and start the day. But the bed was too comfortable that none of us was capable of just getting up.

"We could wait until someone comes for us," Daryl said as he put his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"If we find his community and we decide to stay or find another place nearby, I'm coming back for this bed," I told him.

"I'm coming back with you," he said with a slight chuckle.

I opened my eyes to look at him and smiled when I saw how peaceful Daryl looked. I couldn't help but to leave a kiss on his shoulder where my head had been and then to peck his lips. He smiled.

We stayed like that for about an hour until we heard a knock on the door. We grunted, I put the pillow over my head but the knocking was insistent.

"Guys, everything okay in there?" we heard a male voice say. "Are you guys alive?"

"All good!" Daryl exclaimed over his shoulder.

"Well, food is ready," Glenn exclaimed and then we heard him walk away.

It took us maybe another fifteen minutes to get out of bed. We tried but we couldn't fall asleep again. Daryl put on his shirt and vest while I put on my sweatpants and shoes. And put my hair in a high, messy ponytail.

Another thing that felt extremely nice was to not go to bed with the same pair of dirty trousers. It felt so freeing to be able to take them off and sleep with only underwear and a t-shirt on, while Daryl did the opposite, kept the trousers on but everything else was off.

Even when things were slowly getting back to how they were before and I had stopped pushing Daryl away and finally accepting what truly happened, we didn't do anything last night even when it could have been our chance in a very long time. We wanted to fix our brokenness instead of just rushing things and maybe even ruining the progress.

And none of us actually even attempted to do anything besides a couple of kisses here and there. I wasn't even sure how I would feel if we had tried it. Having so many nightmares of me bleeding out and even about Sean, well, I wasn't exactly in the best of mindsets.

Last night I had a short nightmare about the miscarriage. The blankets here were white so I dreamt everything was covered in red but it was good it was only one nightmare and a short one. I slept through the night after that nightmare. Daryl managed to calm me down and sleeping against his chest while he whispered that everything was going to be okay, really helped me a lot.