My Only Weakness

Chapter Twelve

I was watching Carol with the baby, listening to her say sweet nothings in the infant's ear. "Hey," I greeted and she looked up with a smile, "How's the baby?" I asked stepping forward, looking down at the small beauty, caressing the top of her head with my thumb.

"She's perfectly healthy, you and Daryl both made sure of that." she praised looking up at me, and I smiled at her. "Can I?" She nodded, gently placing her in my arms.

She looked up at me cooing, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Daryl went on a run, he should be back soon." I nodded as I swayed my hips, rocking back and forth in an attempt to put her to sleep.

He had left me confused when he walked out on me, having thought everything was going well, and that he wanted me too.

I didn't have much experience with men, I only dated a couple in high school before all this, but it never went further than a few kisses every now and then, so I didn't know what he could be thinking.

I handed the baby back to Carol once her eyes closed, smiling up at her. "I'm going to shower."

The warm water hit my skin, washing off the dirt and sweat, the feeling refreshing. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me as I let the water soak every inch of my body, and let out a sigh.

Glenn had managed to find hygiene products, giving everyone the opportunity to really wash up if we so pleased, but still have a small supply left over.

It was nice, I remembered Carol almost leaping for joy at the sight of a pack of razors, as did most the other girls including myself. Even in times like these, we still tried to hold onto the things that made us feminine.

I rubbed my hand over the newly smoothed skin of my legs, smiling before I moved to wash my hair. My dark hair has grown per the passed few months, now reaching the middle of my back.

I was always fond of my hair, finding it to be the only thing that made me the least bit pretty. The way it curled and waved down my back.

I scrubbed at my skin harshly, making sure every piece of dirt was gone, every splotch of dried blood was no more.

I turned off the shower, squeezing most of the water from my hair before stepping out, quickly making my to wear I placed my clothes and quickly pulled them on.

I walked out of the showering area, heading back to the front of the prison. I wasn't looking where I was going as I bumped into a firm body. A hand reached out to steady me, and I looked up and into the eyes of Daryl. "Oh, hey."

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as he stared down at me. "Why's ye hair wet?" he asked as he played with a wet strand of my hair. "I showered," I leaned forward, sniffing playfully, "Maybe you should too?"

He scoffed softly and rolled his eyes dropping the strand. "Where'd ye learn t'be a smart ass?" I raised my brow innocently, "Why, only from the best one around; the one and only Daryl Dixon."

I grinned proudly and stood on my toes to peck his lips quickly before stepping around him to leave, but not before hearing him mumble 'damn woman' under his breath.

I had been sitting in my cell, practicing putting together a pistol. The others were all gathered by the small fire outside as they ate, leaving me alone. I didn't mind it, though, as it gave me time to think.

I wanted to be with Daryl, in more ways than one, but he made it clear that wouldn't happen. I still didn't know what he was feeling, and whether it was just pent up aggression taken out in the form of physical attraction or something so much more.

"Not hungry?" the familiar voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked over at him, "Not really, no. You?" Daryl shrugged, pushing off the doorframe as he came over, sitting next to me.

He looked at the pistol, and then up at my face. "Got other things on my mind besides food." I furrowed my brow at him and he sighed, "I'm too old for ye." I looked away, cheeks red.

"I highly doubt age matters anymore, Mr. Dixon." I said the last part in a harsher tone, clarifying I found his reasoning stupid. He chewed at his nail, thinking. "Maybe not but...." He turned his body to fully face my side "....I'm nuthin special, peaches."

I leaned forward, this time in a serious manner. "Neither am I." He reached up to cup my cheek in his large palm, looking at me. "Ye don't know how wrong y'are," he whispered just as his lips touched mine.