My Only Weakness

Chapter Fourteen

We were under attack, the Governor and his men had snuck up on the prison, crashing through our gate before unleashing a truck filled with walkers. We fought them off, losing Axel, one of the prisoners, in the beginning.

The Governor had retreated once the walkers had started to attack, and luckily we managed to take them all down. I found Rick, and to my surprise I found Daryl standing beside him, an older burly man behind them.

Daryl met my stare, his eyes going wide. I walked up to them and he opened his mouth to speak, "Phoebe, I-" He was silenced as my hand came in contact with his cheek, the sound from the slap loud enough that everyone went silent.

He looked shocked as he reached up to rub his cheek, which was already turning red. I glared at him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "You...left...me," I hissed through gritted teeth, tears stinging the corners of my eyes begging to fall.

"You've been gone for two days Daryl, and then you have the audacity to come back?" I let out my anger, ranting as I paced back and forth. "I'm sorry," he said softly, and I scoffed, something I learned from him. "Screw you! I'm so stupid, I should have known you'd leave!"

He tried to hold me but I pushed him back as I let a tear fall, "Don't." I backed away, giving him one last look before retreating back to the prison.

I hadn't spoken to Daryl since that day, having been too embarrassed and upset to try. He'd see me, and then lower his head before heading out of the room, which hurt more than him leaving.

I was watching him chop firewood, leaned up against the wall of the prison courtyard as I quietly observed him. I needed to talk to him, needed to know why, but above all else I needed to be near him.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, easing my way towards him silently. I stopped behind him, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Daryl?"

He jumped turning around quickly to look at me, "Hell, woman. Give me a heart attack why don't ye?" he hissed and his body relaxed. I flinched back, "I'm sorry...." He sighed shaking his head. "What d'ya want?"

"I wanted to talk...about the other day." I explained softly, and his eyes narrowed. "What about it? Need n'other apology?" he snapped harshly and I shook my head. "I just wanted to know why, Daryl."

He turned around, mumbling to himself before answering. "He's my brother, I ain't gotta explain myself t'ye." I frowned, his words hurtful. He seemed to acknowledge what he had said, his shoulders slumping.

"Ye wouldn't have gone if I came back." he stated, and I moved closer, touching his back, not understanding why he stiffened at my touch. "You don't know that."

He took my arm and pulled me around so that I was in front of him, looking down and meeting my eyes. I looked at him my heart skipping a beat as he lowered his head, and I closed the gap, crushing his lips with mine.

We kissed each other desperately, letting out all the frustration that led up to this moment, before pulling away moments later. "I'll see you tonight?" I asked softly catching my breath. He nodded with a short pant, "I'll be there."