Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

More That Meets The Eye

  At dinner, Rick sits next to me and Beth.
" Sorry," he says.
" It's fine, it just still hurts, you know. "
" Yeah. Still though. "
I continue eating God-knows-what kind of food.
" You came at a good and bad time."
" What do you mean?" I ask.
" We're in a war and need help with a guy that calls himself the Governor. But you could catch the sickness that's spreading around." Rick explains.
"Mr. Grimes, where's Daddy?" Beth asks from beside me.
      " I think he's doing his rounds. " Rick answers.
        " He'd best be careful around them sick people. "
          I look over at Daryl and caught him staring at me. I hold his stare. He doesn't look away. I don't either. He stands from his spot across the room, and holds my stare as he walks to a cell.
         "I'll be back," I say, and follow Daryl to the room he entered.
         It was empty. The room ... was empty.
         That's impossible, I think, you just saw him though, Rays.
         Suddenly, I sense an arrow pointed at my head.
         " What the hell are you doing in my room?" the enchanting voice of Daryl asks.
         NO! Not enchanting! He has the ugliest voice in the world! Well... maybe not that far.
         What's he doing to you, Rays?
         " I, uh, followed you ..." I say, wondering what he'd do to me.
         "Why? I didn't invite you. Not no birthday party. "
         " I don't need an invitation! You can't control me!" Something inside me snapped. Instinctively, I cover my mouth.
         Daryl looks at me, clearly surprised. He looks as if he was going to strangle me, or say something, or shoot me.
         " Sorry," I whisper, looking away in shame.
         To my shock, Daryl lowers his crossbow and says, " Don't apologize. "
         " Uh, well- um, " I fumbled for words. Daryl was close enough to me that I could feel the angry heat reflecting off of him. I wish he was closer.
          What? No! That's not- whatever.
        " Well, " I say, finally, " I'm going to go ... um... find a, uh..."
        " Cell?" he finds the word I was looking for.
        " Yeah."
                           Daryl's P.O.V.
        Before I could even think, my mind turned into a damn love boat.
          " You can have mine," What are you thinking, Dixon? I had to offer. My mind told me to.
           " Where will you sleep?" Jayda asks.
           " Here, for tonight," I answer, " I can find a new cell tomorrow. "
           Jayda starts to walk out and I think I've scared her.
           So what, jackass. You don't care 'bout her.
           But did I?
          Right before she leaves, Jayda whispers, "Thank you."
         She is smiling. After she leaves I feel the heat in my face leave. Problem is, I never knew it was there.