The door.. it squeaked. There was someone behind it. I jolted up, my heart was racing. This was probably my end. The figure stepped into my doorway and I got out of the bed, exposed in only a tank top and underwear. I seen a man's silouette, with a knife in his left hand.
"Hails..?" He whimpered, his voice cracked, trying to keep from crying.
I froze.
"Daryl.." I whispered back, a tear already streaming down my face. He came up to me and dropped everything. His knife, all his weapons, everything and embraced me in a hug. I hugged him back as tight as I could, I didn't even realize it but I was crying; happiness and sadness. He'd found me like I always knew he would. He still smelt of musky weather, which I smelt in and didn't ever want to exhale. I was positive he was doing the same with.. well. Whatever I smell like. He let me go, and he kissed me until we were both out of breath.
"I knew I would find you." He whispered. I smiled and cried a little more. "Don't cry, shh, don't cry." He wiped my tears away and looked me in the eyes. He was smiling. I'd never seen him smile for so long in my time of knowing him. His smile was so perfect. I missed him so much. He traced his hands along my back and kissed me, it sent shivers down my spine like how it used to. We both broke into a completely hot make out session, touching, grabbing, feeling. Everything we hadn't been able to do in so long
(CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER WHICH WILL BE RATED R FOR THOSE WHO REQUESTED )
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Matches To The Flame 》 Daryl Dixon
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