Holding on (The walking dead/Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 16

*jamies pov*

I woke up with lil' ass kicker still on my stomach, I didn't know if it was night, I got up carefully not waking the sleeping baby girl in my arms, I walk out of my cell and take her to her crib. I walk to carls cell and he's not in there, I start to panic, I walk outside and everyone was saying goodbye to Andrea, I didn't feel bad for yelling at her because everything I said was true,

"Hey, sorry for yelling like that, I just kinda lost it" I say to rick, he nod his head

"We all do somtimes" he says and I smile,

"Why did she come though?" I asked him,

"That's what im are gonna talk about with everybody" he says to me and I nod my head, we both walk back into the prison where everyone was gathered,

"She wants us to meet with the guy" he says to all of us

"How do we know that it's not a trap?" Glenn asks

"We don't, that's why I'm only gonna take a few people with me too meet up with him" he says to us "me Daryl, Hershel and Jamie" he adds

"We will leave in the morning" he says and walks off, I spot Daryl getting his crossbow ready,

"Hey Daryl where ya going" I ask him

"Hunting" he replies

"Can I come, I need to get my mind off things" I say, he nods and shrugs,

"Be ready in 5" he says to me and I nod, I walk up to my cell and grab my bow, I already have my knifes and gun that rick made me carry just in case the governor strikes again, i walk out of my cell and towards Daryl,

"Yer ready?" He asks, I nod. Outside our first set of gates are walkers because the damn governor decided to take down the courtyard gates, so we have to fight our way out.

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*jamies pov*

We both have caught an even amount of squirrel but we still wanted to hunt more cause we didn't feel like going back,

"Why did ya really want to come" he asks me breaking the silence

"I wanted to hang out with you" I say jokingly, he just rolled his eyes

"Your pretty good at huntin" I say to him,

"Only pretty good?" He says to me

"Yep only pretty good, I'm better" I say while smirking and walking past him,

He pushes me against the tree, our faces are inches apart,

"Say Daryl is way better at hunting than me" he says while smirking, I chuckle,

"No" I say while biting my lip, he gets closer, our noses almost touching,

"Say it" he says while looking at my lips then back at my eyes, he then starts tickling me and we end up on the floor, him on top of me, his lips are so close to mine I could almost feel then on mine, then all of the sudden he crashes his lips on to mine, I don't hesitate to kiss back, we both pull away, we get up and I look down my cheeks flaming hot, I'm sure I look like a tomato.

"We should get back it's getting late" he says to me and I nod, I can't stop thinking bout the kiss, I know it meant something to me but did it mean anything to him? I think to my self as we get back to the prison.

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It was dark out and everyone was getting ready to sleep, once I heard everyone get to sleep, I pull on a oversized sweater that goes mid thigh, I don't have any pants on, cause who's up anyway, I tiptoe out of my cell and walk outside to sit down. The cool breeze feels nice, i came out here to think about everything that has happened. If rick and Daryl didn't find me, would any of the deaths happen? Would T-dog and Lori still be alive. I miss my big brother so much, I wish he was still here with me, I hadn't realized that I was crying until I felt something wet hit my knees, I quickly wiped them away but new ones would reappear, I hated crying because crying makes me feel weak.

"What are ya doing out ere" someone asked me, I recognized the voice as Daryl,

"Just thinking" I reply quietly, I let me hair fall in front of my face to hide the tears, he walks up to me and sits next to me,

"Whatcha thinkin bout?" He asks me

"Everything" I say, I realize that I don't have pants on and my legs are stretched out in front of me, I start to feel self conscious and pull my legs up to my chest,

"Nice tats" he says gesturing to my tattoos on my legs, I look up at him

"Thanks" I reply

"Why did ya get them" he asked curiously

"I have scars on my legs and I wanted to cover them up, so I got them covered up by tats, but some I can still see" I say to him, telling the truth, he nods

"My brother helped pick them out, even though he was at college and had tests and work to do he still took the time to call me and tell me which ones he liked, I miss him so much, and my best friend was a tattoo artist, he did them for me" I say, I once again didn't know I was crying until Daryl wiped the tears from my eyes, were laying on our backs, I had my head on his chest and I felt my eyes getting heavy, I fell quickly asleep.

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