Confide in Fear | DARYL DIXON •1

12. In That Head of Yours

Alex's *POV*

I opened my eyes to see the sun shining down on me, then I closed them again. I slowly got up from where I was awkwardly laying down. I opened my eyes and turned my head around and saw a sleeping Daryl, leaning against the metal wall. I slowly began to stand up, until I fell, like usual, right on top of Daryl.

"Shit!" I yelled, on accident. I saw Daryl open his eyes quickly and held my arm, "Shit, I'm sorry man!"

"It's alright," he mumbled. We both stood up, just standing there. We were both squinting our eyes, while looking out and around the prison fields. "It wouldn't be you if you didn't do this all the time."

"Yeah." I laughed, looking away from him.

"They look like they need help down there." Daryl mumbled, while pointing with his head, over at the fence with two people killing some walkers one by one.

"Yeah." I answered, then looking at Daryl, observing his face. His hair was quite long, brown average color. Couldn't see his eye color because of him squinting so hard, but I bet they're still the same bright blue- making him even more attractive than I thought.

"Stop staring." Daryl snickered, interrupting my thoughts about him, as I smiled. "So you like me?" He asked.

"What?" I looked at him, in confusion.

"Last night," he mumbled. "Before you dozed off, you said you liked me."

"I did not." I laughed. "I did, didn't I?" I said actually remembering that I did admit that last night.

I looked into his eyes then at his lips and back up at his eyes. His eyes were currently staring at my lips, as I was breathing a bit heavier than normal. This was weird, this was nerve-racking for some crazy way. Suddenly, I felt his lips on mine, as I was snapped out of my thoughts yet again, by him.

We both pulled away quickly and stared at each other, not knowing what to do. "I've gotta go." He said.

"Yeah-yeah." I replied, as he quickly left my sight and went down to exit the tower, as I stood there still shocked about the kiss.

"What's going on?"

"Hm?" I turned to my side and looked at Glenn.

"I said what's going on in that head of yours? You seem distracted today, which is unusual." Glenn said.

"Oh um- I don't know." I answered, really not knowing why. "I guess this is all still new to me. Being around people again for the first time in months and months when I last saw my family. And friends. It scares me. I fear getting close to everyone and they leave." I sighed, "Walking away, or dying." I mumbled.

"Listen," he said, sitting down next to me. "It's okay to feel like that. And if you don't want that feeling, you have to overcome it. Be brave. Try to let go of that feeling." Glenn laughed. "Get close with everyone. We're a family here, cherish that. Better than nothing."

It stood quiet for a little bit, as I processed what he was telling me. He was right and I know I have to overcome my fears.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"When?" I laughed.

"This morning. You weren't at breakfast and or in your cell." He answered.

"I was up in the tower all night and morning."

"You just returned?"

"Yeah." I slightly smiled, remembering what happened this morning between me and Daryl. "Why are you smiling?" he laughs while looking at me.