His Little Secret

Chapter Eight

I watched as Daryl stretched his legs, trying my best to keep distracted, but finding it difficult as he raised his toned arms above his head. I know I shouldn't have allowed him to get up and move arund, but something inside me trusted him not to hurt me. Even so, I clutched onto my knife tightly in my pocket as I roamed around the room, looking at everything silently.

"He can't know I let you do this...it won't be good if he finds out," I stated softly, and he turned his head to the side to face me, giving me a nod. He stepped closer to me, and out of instinct I stumbled back. Daryl frowned at my reaction, and I mumbled a quick 'sorry' only to have him shake his head quickly.

He reached out to cup my face slowly, hesitantly, and I shivered at his touch my heart racing. "Daryl, I...." I let out a shaky breath as he moved closer, "....I've only ever been this close to Negan."

His eyes widened slightly at my words, and I could feel my cheeks burning. He licked his lips as he held my gaze, and I could see in his eyes that he was struggling with something. He leaned forward, his warm breath hitting my face as he pressed his forehead against mine.

I closed my eyes as I held my breath, awaiting his next move, a move that never came. After a few moments passed with nothing, I opened my eyes with a frown when I see Daryl heading back to his chair. After sitting down he looked back at me, "You should, uh, tie me back up." he mumbled awkwardly looking away, and I nodded slowly before going to do just that