My Only Weakness

Chapter Two

We entered the clearing, and I could make out movement as what I imagined to be Daryl's group noticed our approach. We came to a fence, and Daryl stepped over before reaching a hand back to help me, which I took gratefully. "Thanks," I gave him a small smile, to which he only nodded.

"Daryl, who's this?" a man with dark, almost curly hair asked as he walked over, eyeing me carefully. Daryl looked over at him. "Found'r in the woods, bein' chased by a walker."

The man looked between Daryl and me, "You didn't fight it off?" I shook my head, "No weapon." His lips formed a line as our eyes met and, running a hand through his hair, continued.

"You can stay for the time being. Hershel has been kind enough to let us stay on his farm, but that'll only go so far. You'll need to learn how to fight."

I nodded slowly, and Daryl spoke up, "I'll teach her." The man nodded his head holding his hand out to me, "Rick Grimes." I took his hand in mine giving it a firm shake, "Phoebe."

A few days had passed, almost a month, and my training was starting to show results. "I got it!" I exclaimed in excitement as the tin can fell off the fence post. Daryl chuckled going to retrieve his arrow. "Good shot."

We were alone behind the farm house, declaring it to be our training grounds. He stepped closer to me and I held out his crossbow, which he took slowly.

"We should practice yer self defense." he stated, setting the crossbow on the grass before standing up straight. I nodded nervously, watching him as he moved closer.

Before I could protest, he had my arm and twisted me around, his other arm over my shoulders and my back pressed to his chest. "D- Daryl!" I snapped trying to pull away, but he was a lot stronger than me.

"Fight back, peaches. Find a way to get out of my hold," he whispered his instructions in my ear, his warm breath hitting my neck causing my heartbeat to speed up.

I pulled and kicked my foot back, trying every which way to free myself from his grasp. I finally managed to spin around, but his grip on me still had us close together. His chin almost touched my forehead as I panted, and when he finally realized what had happened he pulled back and I blushed.

"You...." he started, and I waited anxiously for him to continue "....really need t'get stronger. If I wanted to kill ye you'd be dead already."

His comment felt like a slap to the face. My face turned red with frustration, and I walked passed him. "Asshole," I muttered as I bumped against his shoulder before heading back to the tents.

I wasn't really upset...just hurt that even Daryl didn't have faith in me. That made two of us.