Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter XXXIV -- Stupid Type

"Loving someone can be hard at times.

You risk a lot when you love - your heart and soul, at the least.

Love is the most important and most rewarding investment you can make in another person."

― J.E.B. Spredemann, A Secret of the Heart

Cecilia's POV

"Hey!" I looked up to see the brunet boy I had learnt to love as if he was my little brother, Carl.

"Hi," I said to him.

I was in my cell, resting on my bed with my back against the wall, with Hershel's bible in hand, I had asked him to let me borrow it since last night and he recommended me to start reading the new testament instead of the old one, so that's what I did. At first I had no idea where the new testament started to he told me and also offered to clear any questions I had.

"Came to tell you something," Carl said, sitting next to me.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked with a smile as I closed the bible, remembering where I had left off and putting in on my lap.

"When I went out there with Michonne and my dad I was kind of upset because he chose her and not you and I wasn't really feeling safe around her," Carl told me. "Uh, there was a restaurant we used to go to, there were walkers inside and I really wanted a picture that was inside, it was of my parents and me, so Judith could see mum, you know? Well, our first try was a big fail, we almost died, but Michonne went back inside and brought me the picture."

"She did?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she did, and after she gave the picture to me I couldn't help but think that would be something you would do for me, you wouldn't just tell me how stupid or senseless and risky that could be, you would do it too and that made me realize we can trust her, that I can trust her," Carl said, looking from his hands to me. "So, I just wanted to tell you that we can consider her as part of the group now."

"That's amazing," I told him with a very big smile. "I'm glad for her, for all of you. So, are you going to show me that picture you are talking about?"

"Of course," Carl said with a smile. "It's down in my cell, under my pillow."

Carl was about to get up when he looked at something that I had laid on the end of my bed, he had a questioning look on his face as he looked from the object to me.

"What's Daryl's crossbow doing in here?"

"Well, he – uh – he kind of gave it to me, he just got a new one, you know? Yeah," I stuttered a bit knowing what Carl would think of it.

"He just gave it to you?" he asked, his lips slowly forming a smirk.

"He has a new one and he won't be carrying two crossbows around," I said like it was no big deal. "Now move, I want to see that picture."

"Do you realize what that means, right?"

"That he's generous?" I guessed.

"No," he exclaimed, face-palming himself. "It means he likes you."

"Carl, we already talked about this, nothing will ever happen between Daryl and I. We're friends," I told him, pushing him out of my bed so I could stand up, when I did, I stood in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders as I bent a bit so we could be at the same level. "Best friends if you want, but nothing more than that."