After hunting Daryl s pov
I was looking for Izzy. I found her sitting outside the wind blowing er hair all over de place. She was stunning. Damn she's changed me. She was looking off into the distance thinking about something. And by the looks of it something pain ful. How had she gotten those scars??? I need to known. I have to know. Connor was as happy as he could be growing up in this world. This is what confused me. I had no clue. Abusive fella?? I don't know who did it, but who ever did better be dead. I cleared my throat to let her know I was there. She jumped then turned around she was crying and from the looks of it she had been for a while.
"U never answered my question" I said looking at the ground. She took in a big breath then let it out. She told me about how her dad beat and raped her. She told me about how she took a knife to the side for Connor. Just knowing that I lived with someone like that made me mad. Then she told me about her knee and how her dad pushed her down a bunch stairs. Once she was done I dicediced that I couldn't hide these feelings I had for her anymore. My lips were on hers and in a few seconds she was kissing back. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip begging for entrance which she granted. Our tongues were moving in perfect sync. Then we both pulled away needing air. Then she mumbled.
"Took ya long enough red neck" I smiled for the first time in a while.
"Yer mine" I Said in her ear. I heard her giggle. Then Rick came up too us.
"Hey I respect you Daryl I really do" he said his voice stern "but if you ever and I mean ever hurt her" he said pointing to Izzy. "Youre gonna regret it" he said I nodded. He bent down and kissed Izzys for head then left. Then we moved her cot from her cell into mine she slept with me and Connor in the other one. That night I held my izzy in my arms. I love that. My Izzy.Love to all my readers.
-Angel
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Big Blue Eyes (Daryl Dixion love story)
LosoweShit has hit the fan. My dad left me and my little brother to fend for ourselves. I couldn't care less. I hoped he was dead. He made our lives a living hell. Me and my baby brother had somewhere where we hoped we could be safe. the CDC.