Death, Blood and, Somehow, Love

The Night

                            Jayda's P.O.V.
              I walked from the cell, wondering if Daryl cared about me. More, though, if I cared for him. I could tell I was blushing, and tried to wipe the redness away before anyone else noticed.
            But it was too late. As I finally got the non-makeup blush, Beth comes up behind me and taps my shoulder.
            " What's up with you? Your redder than a pig. "
             " Nothing, " I lie, " He just ... got on my nerves, that's all.  Well, I'm going to go give him a piece of my mind "
             And I grab my bow and go back into the room.
           Daryl is no longer in the room. I decide to take a nap on the top bunk.
          *                      *                         *
           That night, I can't sleep. Probably because of the nap. Daryl is on the bottom bunk, clearly restless.
           " Jayda," Daryl says from below, " Jayda, are you 'wake?"
          " Yeah," I answer, " Can't sleep?"
          " Nah."
         " Me either. You okay? "
          " Fine," his voice has a tender edge to it, "You?"
           " I just ... feel weak. Useless. "
           " You're strong, you know that? Stronger than most people in this group. They're good people, but they won't survive. Their fear won't let them. It's gon' take over the minds, and they'll die. But you, you're not scared. You can't be. "
           "But why?" I ask, " Why am I different? I'm a regular human being. "
           " You're different because you're living."
           " But so are they. I'm so confused. "
           " You're alive, but you're also living. Living and being alive are 2 different things. They've seen sacrifice and death. So have you, I 'sume. But it don't scare you. You ain't scared by it. They can't take the change. They're scared of it. You were not. You ain't. "
           " Are you different, too?" I ask. I here a shuffle and then Daryl is standing at my bedside. 
           " I'm a survivor," he whispers, eying my lips.
           " We are survivors," I correct. He leans in closer, so do I.
           The heat of his lips makes me smile. He pulls away. I am about to say something, but he puts a finger to his lips. His face is stern, as if something was wrong.
           Daryl ducks under my bunk and pops back up with his crossbow.
                             Daryl's P.O.V.
           I could still hear the shuffling of walkers. My stomach still bubbles from the kiss, and my affection for Jayda grows.
         " Come on," I whisper to her, " Grabbed your bow. "
         I then hand her the bow and her quiver. She slides he bare legs to the edge of the bed. I notice how they glow in the moonlight.
         Knock it off, Dixon. You gotta protect her. NO! You gotta protect yourself, not her.
        My thoughts are interrupted by a scream and gunshots.
       " Come on, Jayda," I yell, " Get your ass in gear. " I tell her to hurry up in Spanish.
       " What's wrong? What's happening?" Jayda asks, fear touching her voice.
       " Walkers are roaming 'round. "