Daryl was stuck, stuck in messy family drama that he didn't particularly want to be in. As soon as Maggie was off, he crawled back into the tent. He was about to grab onto Sicily's shoulder to wake her whenever he noticed the familiarity of the fabric on her back.
It was his.
His shirt. On her figure.
He sat back on his calves and just stared. Savoring the moment in shock, he then decided giving her a few more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. Thats when he wrote a note on an old piece of paper in his "go bag". He placed it right by her face so she wouldn't miss it.
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Sicily began to stir around mid-morning she believed. Considering the fact that autumn is on its way, and she can still feel the chill in the morning, her hand lazily reached out for her warmth. Which had sadly left the tent, and in its place was a crinkled piece of paper with small writing on it.
"Hunting, sleep. Ill be back."
Such a way with words. She snorts before realizing the event of last night, experiencing every range of emotion that she could. From sadness to anger to relief. That when the memory of how she got here flooded her mind.
Oh my god.
Oh.
My god.
She needed to melt into her own puddle of embarrassment and shame. She took this sweet man's pillow she is wearing that poor man's shirt! She is still wearing his shirt. He saw her wearing his shirt! This was too much; she began to gather her things. She grabbed everything she could and rushed back to the house. She tiptoed inside, skipping every creaky step. Whenever she opened her door to her room she was greeted with an angry Maggie. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and asked.
"Who got your panties in a twist?" She asked as she threw her dirty clothes in her hamper and made work of removing her jeans.
"You." Maggie spat.
"Figures."
"Our family is slaughtered in front of us and you take that as an excuse to get laid?"
Sicily snorts
"Everyone copes in their own way." Maggie lets out a disbelieving scoff.
"I cannot even fathom how mad I am at you!"
"Well damn Maggie, deal. Suck it up I am not your chore or responsibility."
"How could you?" Her final nerve was plucked as she slammed her dresser drawer in and swung her body around.
"You do not know a damn thing Maggie all you do is assume and blame when sometimes you need to stop and consider whether something is worth meddling with or not!" She takes three quick steps forward before stopping.
"It's all okay if Maggie gets what she wants. It's always the right time for Maggie. It's always okay for Maggie to keep secrets and sneak around. It's always okay for Maggie to be mad but God forbid someone be upset with her!" Sicily angrily storms around her room, grabbing supplies and clothes to get ready to take spoons out.
"Your anger is so unrationalized I can't remember why the hell you're even mad at me in the first place! Because I know damn well that I did not fuck that man."
"I saw you in his tent! You're still in his clothes!"
"I went to him for god damn stability! For support! God knows you weren't gonna give it to me. Nobody in this house was going to give it to me! I couldn't sleep in this house, not with the memories being tainted after I watched my mother's dead corpse get its head blown clean off." Her voice carried through the door and throughout the house. Herschel and Beth staring at each other, listening intently.
"I did not sleep with him. I slept next to him." She said as she goes for a bath.
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Sicky and sweet
Hayran Kurgu(Daryl Dixon x OC) Sicily Chloe Greene, just a few months older than her younger sister. Finds herself battling her way through an apocalypse with an elderly father, and a few very unstable people within her family. Maggie being her only hope at sal...