His Little Secret

Chapter Four

I set the tray down on the floor, looking up at the man I now knew to be Daryl as I stood back up. "I'm going to untie your hands so you can eat; I have a knife, so don't try anything." I informed softly, and when he didn't say anything I moved around to undo the knot holding his hands together, though that may have been a mistake.

Once his hands were freed from their restraints, he flipped his chair around so fast I had no time to prepare, finding myself laying on my back with him hovering above me. He searched my pockets finding my knife, which he then held up to my neck, the blade pressing into my skin. I looked into his eyes, my own wide as I panted. "Go ahead, do it." I pleaded softly, which seemed to surprise him.

"If you want to kill me then do it...I've done nothing to you, but I understand your reasons for doing so." I explained softly, and his eyes narrowed. "You're on his side." he stated gruffly, and I sighed with a nod. "I wasn't always." I whispered softly, holding his hard gaze, and something in his expression changed slightly.

"Now, if you aren't going to kill me, will you at least eat?" I questioned, raising a brow, and after a moment of silence he scoffed softly with a nod. I helped him sit back up before bending down to pick up the tray of food. "I brought you some books. I can bring you other things if you'd like?" He shrugged, and I bit my lip as I handed him the tray.

"He didn't want to feed you at first, but I managed to talk him out of starving you." I mumbled softly, looking down when he met my gaze, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks. "Er, thanks." he replied in a husky tone, and I looked back up and smiled. I looked to the clock on the wall, taking the time to count out how much longer I had before Negan expected me, finding I had about ten minutes left.

"I'm sorry...about your friend." I started to say as I sat on the floor, and when he looked at me I continued. "He told me he killed someone from your group. I'm sorry." He stared at me for a long while before finally responding. "He was a good man..." he mumbled, a little bitterness underlining his tone.

I nodded, and after a few minutes of watching him eat in silence I checked the time, letting out a loud gasp. "I- I need to go, I'm sorry I...I'll be back tomorrow," I stammered as I quickly stood up, rushing to the door, and with one quick glance back at him I exited the room.