Living in the Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter Fifty-Two: Getting Scared and my Stupidity

During the ride Daryl was silent, he clearly did that on purpose, but in a good way.

We rode for a long time, I was getting worried, I hope he knew where he was going.

"Alright pervert, where the hell are we going?"

"Who ya callin a pervert? Tha was you."

"Where are we going?" I said in a soft yet firm tone of voice.

"Here."

He got off the horse and I could see where he brought me. It was a small body of water with a dock on it. The water wasn't fully frozen but it was partly. It was magical, it had surrounding trees, it was a gorgeous sight.

I didn't want walkers to get the horse so I had his reins in my hand.

"I knew ya liked that last pond so I brought ya here."

There was a railing on the dock so I ran up and tied the horse to it, he seemed calm enough to be tied there.

Daryl pulled me into a hug, wrapping his giant, muscular arms around me. I eventually wrapped my arms around his neck, and started fiddling with his hair.

I pictured our hug to be like a picture, a beautiful moment in time that should be captured.

He let go of me and I walked to the edge of the dock and sat down.

I waited a minute or two before asking Daryl if he was coming.

He sat right next to me and I gently put my head on his shoulders. He then wrapped his right arm around me, tight, making me feel safe.

"Why did you get upset last night? Was it me? Tell me the truth, don't sugarcoat it either."

"I jus realized how you have changed me, in a good way, I have never loved anyon like I love ya. I don't wanna lose ya either. I love ya beautiful, I love ya."

"Bad timing much?" I said sarcastically.

"Daryl, you take my breath away, you are beautiful! I love you like a fat kid loves brownies. No I take that back I love you like I only have one more breath to breathe. You're my angel, my love." I said while I started to tearing up a little bit due to Daryl's wonderful comment.

I felt a tear escape, running down my face. Daryl wiped it away and put both of his hands on my face before lightly pressing his lips on mine. Then Daryl touches his tongue against mine, creating an explosion of feelings.

Simultaneously we both stop kissing due to a twig breaking.

Daryl quickly grabs my crossbow and shoots that bastard in the head. That son of a bitch was two feet away from the horse.

I got up followed by Daryl and handed him the arrow. I had two arrows left, I needed to make some.

I felt Daryl wrap his arm around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, kissing me in the process.

I felt my stomach start to rumble, disturbing my butterflies that Daryl would always give me.

"We should head back and eat something." I felt bad for cutting him off.

"Fine with me, beautiful."

He untied the horse and hopped on.

I adjusted my bow around my shoulders again and hopped on.

I held on to Daryl and rested my head lightly on his back the whole ride back.

I just couldn't stop thinking of his comment before. I now love the man ten billion times more then I already did.

We got back to the barn and I helped Daryl unsaddle the horse. It didn't take long for the two of us to unsaddle him.

As we walked back to the house both of us had our crossbows on our shoulders and held hands.

We got inside and Rick and Lori were talking with Carl. I hope he wasn't in trouble, the kid just wanted to be a kid.

Daryl lead me into the kitchen and we both ate some apples.

Just as I was about to take the last bite of my apple Rick comes in and says.

"Grace, can I have a word with you outside?" Rick said with a little attitude behind it.

"No problem!" I smiled, while being friendly.

I was preparing myself not to go off on him if he gets mad at me because I didn't tell him about Carl sneaking out. If he did I knew I could use the, 'Where were you at' statement.

We got outside and he held open the door for me. He excused T-dog from the porch and sat down on the steps.

Adrenaline pumped through my body. I was quite frightened, I knew Daryl would be here in an blink of an eye but I like Rick. I really don't want him mad at me over something as I watched out for his son.

"Grace, Carl-"