"Hey, c'mon wake up." Daryl's voice filled my dreams, bringing me back to reality. My eyelids peeled open, and the dim rays of sunlight nearly blinded me as I readjusted.
I could feel Daryl's warm breath against my face and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I stretched my arms above my head, wincing at the pain attacking my side.
I yelped softly dropping my arms as I held my side. "Let me see," Daryl demanded in a gentle tone, and I didn't stop him as he raised my shirt to examine the wound. "It ain't lookin' too good." He reached over and picked up the bag, scrounging through its contents before finding what he was looking for.
"Lay down." I did as he said as I watched him pull out bandages and alcohol. He kneeled over me, and I held my shirt up so he could work. I would be lying if I said it hadn't hurt. I let out a muffled cry when he poured some alcohol on the wounds, and he shushed me as he cleaned it out before applying the bandage.
Then he did something unexpected. He leaned down, pressing his chapped lips just above my belly button. I shivered as I watched him, and our eyes connected.
He moved forward, so his face is hovering over mine, and his eyes flickered to my lips. My heart fluttered in my chest as he leaned in, closing the gap between us as his lips touched mine. It was a quick kiss, but it set my body on fire.
He sat back up, moving to look out the window as though nothing had just happened, "Give it a few hours n' we'll be able t'make a run for it." he stated before sitting back down. I nodded and looked at him from my position on the floor.
He looked down at me, "What?" I shook my head quickly giving him a small smile. "You're just full of surprises, Mr. Dixon."
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My Only Weakness
FanfictionPhoebe, small and inexperienced, finds herself without a weapon and running from the undead. She has no hope, knowing that she won't make it on her own. But then she's saved by a mysterious redneck with a crossbow, and pulled into a life she only th...
