Sicky and sweet

By dawn

The walkers kept coming, it felt like hundred filing out. She couldn't watch anymore, her face still stuck in Daryl's shoulder. Her arms moved from his back to her ears. Daryl pulled her closer. The sounds of Beth sobs wouldn't haunt her as she tried to cradle the corpse of their mother. Then finally, the gunshots stopped. Sicily pried herself from his shoulder and turned to check on her sisters. She stood up on wobbly legs, Daryl supporting her by her biceps. She took one, two, three steps and that's when she heard it. Tiny footsteps shuffling on the ground, high pitched groans just barely there. A little girl with blonde hair stumble outs, infected and long gone.

A blood curdling scream is heard from the woman she has grown so fond of. She reaches back for the man behind her, trying to grasp onto something. The malicious man who stood just a few yards in front of them drew his gun up once more. Rick turns around to grab onto carol. Then.

BANG

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Sicily couldn't enter back into the house, too angry at her family, to devastated about her mother and the girl, too afraid to be alone. So, after walking Maggie back to the house and telling the girl she needs time to think, the makes her way to the willow tree. Slow steps as she wipes her tears away once more, her face red and irritated. Her head was pounding, all she wants to do is sleep. 

She makes her way to the tree, and she calls out to the archer who is putting his arrows away into his tent. 

"Daryl?" His head whips around.

"What's goin' on?" He asks softly, approaching her with a handout grabbing onto her shoulder. His head looks behind her for any danger. She wipes her eyes for the second time, then speaks.

" I don't want to sleep in that house... I can't sleep in that house." She finally meets his eyes, his stare a bit surprised, his mouth opens to speak. Her confidence falters, she shakes her head.

"Never mind just-" She tries to pull away and his eyes widen. 

"Nah, don't." He pulls her closer into his camp. He clenches his fist, unaware of where to go from here. 

"You... hungry? I got some squirrel I can-"

"Can we just sleep?" She pleads, avoiding his gaze. He gives a confirming grunt before ushering her into the tent. She lays down and starts to get as comfortable as she can. It makes his head feel fuzzy, and his chest heavy. Seeing her in his space, on his sleeping bag amongst his things. Its surreal, it's almost too much. He shuffles about for three minutes, trying to find a way to dance around his thoughts.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't sleep with a shirt on." He just about whispers. Her face goes red.

"Oh... well that's okay. I promise I won't look." Her response makes him snort, it eases her nerves ever so slightly. 

"It won't weird you out?" He asks lowly.

"No, I promise." She says as she leans back on her elbows. 

He strips his shirt off of his back, his low hanging cargos stay on. His belt comes off, when he looks back Sicily is on her side with his pillow under her head.  He curses and doesn't say a word. He lays down next to her and she peaks over her shoulder at him.

"Did i take your pillow?" He just hums, eyes staring up at the ceiling. She begins to shuffle, then taps his shoulder with the pillow in her hand. 

"Sit up."

"Nah, you take it."

"Just listen please?" He lets out a heavy sigh and lifts his head. The pillow laying up under his head. She shuffles closer to him and his gaze shifts to her. She takes his arm and places it out as she lays down, her head just inches away from his chest. She looks to him for approval and him just nods. She finally places her head down onto his chest. Both of them release a sigh. Another fifteen minutes pass and Sicily is still squirming around. 

"What's wrong?" His words slurred with sleep, still gently addressing the woman on him.

"I'm too hot... you're like a thousand degrees." His lips curl into a lazy smile. She pauses and then opens her mouth.

"Go on." He speaks.

"Promise I won't look." He says quietly, eyes still close but his face grows hot with a blush.

"Bout damn near asleep anyway." She sighs of relief as she peels off her jeans from her legs, then her top and bra. She feels exposed, she looks back at Daryl to see he is indeed, already out for the count. She spots his tank top a few feet from her and slips it on. She made a deal with herself to wake up before him and place all of her clothes back on. She lays her head back down, falling into a deep dreamless sleep.

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 Darl woke up to a blue hue filing into his tent. It was freezing, he looks over to see that Sicily has kicked off their blanket. It sits wrapped around her long legs. He leans down and pulls it over her figure, making sure to keep his eyes above her waist.  He lays back down, bringing her head back to his chest with ease. He watches her for a moment, indulging his urge to study her face. Freckles the dusted from her forehead to her nose and cheeks. Her long dark lashes and her rich pink lips that were slightly open, letting out little sighs of sleep. Her hair in tangles, twisted to the high heavens with sleep. It draped down her shoulders and some cover onto his stomach. He brought his hand to a curl, twisting the strands around his middle finger. This was a side to him that nobody else was allowed to see. 

His little oasis was interrupted whenever he heard footsteps outside of his tent. He let out a heavy sigh as he begrudgingly crawled out from under the woman. He unzipped the tent and stepped out, seeing Maggie in front of him. Her eyes blood shot and her face riddled with sadness. 

"Have you seen Sicily? She- she didn't come back home last night." His face reddens and he scratches the back of his neck. He shoulda put on his damn shirt. He nods and she looks around his tent, the wind betrays Daryl as it blows the flap of his tent open. Showing the girls older sister inside. He lets out a curse under his breath, he knew this scene didn't look the best. Maggie's eyes widen, and she covers her mouth with her hand before hurriedly making her way back to the house.