My Only Weakness

Chapter Seven

Apart from the groans outside, the shed was silent, almost awkward. Daryl sat opposite of me, arms on his knees as he picked the dirt from his nails. I was playing with my knife, every now and then glancing up in his direction, eyes flicking back down when he looked up.

"What ye starin' at me for?" his gruff voice filled the air, and with a sigh I looked back up meeting his gaze. "I was just thinking we should, you know, get to know each other?" It came out more as a question than a statement, like I had intended.

He stared at me for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "I'm not much for sharin'." He sat up a bit as his eyes held mine, and my heart fluttered only slightly. I nodded thinking of what to say next. Coming up with nothing I sighed.

"So then what? Do we just sit here and ignore each other?" I started as I set my knife on the wooden floor. "Because you've been doing that a lot lately." He scoffed at my comment, waving his hand in the air in defeat.

"Shit, woman. Anythin' else you wanna bitch about?" he drawled out angrily, and I felt a pang in my chest at his words. I glared at him, "Fine. I'm sorry I give a damn about you, Daryl."

I sighed as I laid on my back, staring up at the cracked ceiling. I could sense his eyes on me, but didn't dare look. He had no reason to be upset, I just stated the truth.

It was getting dark, and the night air had seeped through the thin walls, causing me to shiver. I heard him grunt, before he spoke up. "Yer gonna freeze over there."

I mentally rolled my eyes, turning o face him. "Do you even care?" We stared at each other for what seemed like forever, but in reality only a few minutes. He rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger letting out a sigh.

"Get over here." I scrunched my nose, and he scoffed before reaching out, taking my arm as he pulled me to him, a surprised gasp escaping my lips.
He pulled me against his chest, and his warmth soon consumed me.

"There. Now stop ye complaining." he snapped harshly, and I couldn't help but feel grateful. An hour had passed in silence, and even though I felt it wasn't necessary, the words still slipped out. "Thank you."

His head tilted downwards as he looked at me, and I felt his lips as they pressed against my temple lightly. "Get some sleep." And soon after, that's exactly what I did.