My Only Weakness

Chapter Eighteen

Fifteen days of peace, that's what we had so far. The people of Woodbury now sided with us, leaving the Governor defeated. We lost Andrea, and even though I hadn't known her for long, I mourned her loss with the others.

Merle hadn't made it. Daryl had found him as a walker, and after pushing him away a few times he ended it. I remember when he came back to the prison, eyes puffy from crying and his body weak.

He kept to himself the first few days, and I took every opportunity I could to make him smile. Even if it was just a small grin.

"You need to eat more than just a squirrel or two a week, Daryl." I sighed when he refused the plate of food I held out to him. He looked up from the plate to meet my gaze, staring me down before letting out a grunt, taking it.
I smiled at my victory before taking a seat beside him, bringing my legs up to sit Indian style.

"I know you talked to Carol...about Merle and everything," I started with a sigh, "Why won't you talk to me?" I had to admit, the fact he went to her for comfort hurt, in more ways than one. I felt as though I weren't good enough when she had told me. He sighed, turning to look at me.

"She understands...." he mumbled, and my heart was crushed at his words. "Well, I don't know what the difference between the two of us is, but I believe I'd understand just as much if not more." I snapped looking down at my hands.

He stayed silent, which only made me more frustrated. "You know, if you want to be with Carol, go ahead. Be my guest. It's obvious I'm not important enough to open up to, and I know she has a thing for you." I stated through clenched teeth as I stood up, no longer wanting to be in the same room.

He dropped the plate on the floor and stood up quickly, grabbing my wrist and yanking me to him. "Are ye really gonna do this?" he asked with a snarl. I straightened my back and nodded. "I just want you to open up to me, even if it's only a small amount at a time....but you're never going to give me that it seems."

His expression softened slightly at my words, and his grip on my wrist loosened. "Already have." he muttered before letting go, and I stared up at him. "You have no idea the affect you have on me, Daryl. I'm so terrified I'm going to wake up and this is all a dream, or that you'll disappear. That I'm going to fall harder for you than I already have," I said softly, stopping quickly when those last words escaped my lips.

His eyes widened at my statement, and he moved closer. "Ye really feel tha' way?" I nodded, and he sighed. "Out of everything goin' on, y'are my only weakness." he whispered softly, and without another word he left me standing there.