In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 53: The Hilltop

"Hand me that wrench will ya?" 

Daryl was currently under the hood to the RV, tinkering with some parts before we hit the road.

I handed him the wrench, watching quietly. "Is there anything I can do to help?" 

He looked up at me, shaking his head to get the stray hairs out of his eyes. "Nah. Not really. Why?" 

I shrugged. "Just want to be useful." 

"You just standin' there, lookin' the way you do." He looked me up and down smirking. "Is helpin' me." 

I shoved his shoulder, chuckling. "Shut up." 

He laughed before kissing the top of my head. 

My eyes shifted to Denise who was walking up to the both of us with a couple of things in her hands. 

"Here." She said, holding out packaged food for us both. "Homemade oat cakes. Complex carbohydrates, omega-3s." 

Daryl took once glance at it and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. We're gonna make a pit stop. I'll pick up somethin' then." 

Denise rolled her eyes. "Like what rabies?" 

I snorted, turning it into a cough as Daryl gave me a glare as he removed himself from the hood of the RV. "Is this 'cause we tried gettin' you that stuff?" 

"Yeah." Denise said biting her lip. "And you remind me of someone I used to know." 

Daryl glanced up at me for a moment, before wiping his hands on a red cloth that he's always had and taking the bags of oat cakes. "Hope it tastes better than it looks. 'Cause it looks like shit." 

I let out a deep sigh, he just can't keep inside thoughts to himself. 

"Shit's still better than roadkill." Denise said confidently, but Daryl just stared at her. "Okay, maybe--just eat it." She shook her head and walked away. 

When she was far enough away, I turned around smacking Daryl in his chest. "Be nice to her." 

He rolled his eyes, before shutting the hood to the RV. 

"Let's chew up some asphalt!" Abraham yelled. 

I stepped up into the RV, Daryl right behind me as we took a spot on the couch. His arm automatically draped around me, as I leaned into his side. I felt him kiss the top of my head, making the butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

 Rick took the wheel, and had the RV moving in no time. Michonne sat in the passenger seat, while everyone else was packed in the back with Jesus. 

Abraham cleared his throat, his voice quiet so he didn't wake Maggie up who sat beside Glenn. "Can I ask you a question?"

Glenn looked confused. "Sure."

Abraham leaned closer, speaking quietly. "When you were, uh, pouring the Bisquick, were you trying to make pancakes?" 

"Uh...yes? Yeah, it's something we talked about. Why?" 

"Nah, I just...Well given the precarious state of affairs on any given Sunday, I am damn near floored that you or anyone else would have the cojones to make a call like that." Abraham said quietly. 

"I mean...we're trying to build something, me and her. All of us." Glenn said. 

I leaned forward, butting into their conversation. "Are you trying to make pancakes, Abe?" 

His eyes widened, as if it was an outrageous thing to ask. 

"Are you?" He retorted back. 

I shrugged leaning back into Daryl, "Maybe. We haven't had an actual conversation about it."