GAIGE•{TWD}

Dirt N' Tears

chapter five!! Real excited for this one, hope you enjoy!! love ya!!
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Paige and Daryl were sitting with each other around the fire pit. She was helping him clean his bolts, listening as he ranted about anything and everything.

"I mean, are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I know Merles an idiot but handcuffin' em' to a roof and leavin' him there? i mean..holy shit, am i crazy for being mad? seems like everyone thinks so."

"No, youre not." "And of course that asshole 'just so happened' to drop the key down a drain." "im sure it was an accident." "accident my ass, he knew exactly what he was doing. That fuckin' asshole piece of shit" "daryl."

"sorry..hey whys Gale so upset?" "huh?" Paige asked, looking up from the bolt she was cleaning. "She was all upset earlier, i think she thinks im mad at her or somethin' but i dont know why."

"She...she thinks it her fault." "what?" Daryl asks, looking up from his bolts at her words. "she had been the only one to remember Merle was handcuffed, she told T-Dog to release him and left when he said he had it. She thinks she should've stayed back, made sure he got out, or let him out herself but she didnt. So she thinks its her fault he got left behind." Paige says, quoting what Gale had told her the previous night.

"Thats crazy, how is that her fault? That makes no sense, I don't blame her for anythin'." "don't tell me..tell her. Because she believes it..strongly." Paige says looking into Daryls eyes, they both turn their heads at the sounds of Shane and Ricks voices.

"Why would you risk your life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon?" Shane says, making Paige Roll her eyes "Hey, choose your words more carefully." Daryl bites back, standing and picking up the rest of his bolts from the ground.

Paige tunes out the rest of the banter, hearing the heavy footsteps she had grown accustomed to coming towards the small group. She looked over seeing just the face she expected walking past her, holding an axe and cut fire wood.

Paiges jaw dropped, she couldn't help herself, the way Gales biceps flexed as she adjusted her grip on the axe and wood. The way sweat glistened on her tan skin, and the outline of her abs in her white tank top.

As Gale smashed the axe into a larger block of wood and kneeled down to arrange her chopped pieces into an organized stack, Paige was practically drooling.

When Gale finished she remained crouched. Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, while licking her lips. Then looking up with squinted eyes, throwing her head back as she wiped a hand down her face. Paiges eyes could have turned into cartoon hearts and shed have yelled AWOOOOOGA right then and there.

What did pull her out of her hyper fixation was said fixation saying, "ya, ill go."  Paige immediately panicked, she just got her back and now shes gonna go right back into that death trap? Hell no she isnt.

"Gale..can i speak with you? Privately." She said firmly, receiving an Ooo from Daryl and a confused nod from Gale. They walked over towards their tent and Paige couldnt even wait till they got inside to start going off.

"What the hell are you thinking? Huh? Youre gonna go back into the city you almost just died in? You've barely been home a full twenty four hours Gale. You are NOT going back."

Gales face remained stoic as her wife went ballistic on her, just watching with her arms crossed. That was until she said this, "I am not letting you get yourself killed just because you feel like you have to prove yourself. Daryl doesnt give a shit Gale! No one does. So no, you are not going back to Atlanta, i do not care."

This made Gales face contort to anger, until she just walked off to get her stuff for the trip. She didnt need this. She didnt need her wife telling her what she can and cant do. She can do whatever the hell she wants- Gales thoughts were cut off as she felt a hand slam down on her arm, pulling her back.