Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 04 -- Virus

"I'll tell you something about tough times.
They just about kill you, but if you decide to keep working at them, you'll find your way through."

- Joan Bauer, Close to Famous

I woke up by a clicking sound, I jumped up and saw Rick by the door with a big smile on his face, Daryl was still lying down but he was awake as well, and he didn't look that happy.

"Damn it, Rick," I muttered, taking a deep breath. Every sound wakes us up and alarms us now. Being in the prison for so long has relaxed us a bit but you can never be too relaxed during these times.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this would make so much noise," he said. "I figured this was yours."

I focused on him and saw him holding a big camera on his hands, the one Glenn gave me yesterday during our run, I didn't even remember I had put it inside my bag before all hell broke loose.

"Here," he said, handing me a small picture and putting the camera on the table next to the bed. "Thought the two of you looked cute, couldn't help myself," Rick said with a small smirk. "I'll leave now, need to work."

Rick pushed the curtain aside and walked out of the room. Months ago we got curtains in every cell to have more privacy, they were amazing and they also helped blocking the sun, the one in my cell was a dark brown colour because of that, Daryl's was blue.

I looked down at the picture and couldn't help but smile. I was on my back, with Daryl's hand resting on my stomach and my hands were on top of his. I was actually glad Rick took that picture. I left the picture next to the camera and then tried to get up but I felt Daryl's grip tightening around me. I smiled at him and rested my head on the pillow again.

"I need to go the bathroom," I muttered. "And you are pressing my bladder."

"Sorry," he grunted and released his grip on me a bit.

I slowly got closer to him and pressed my lips against his, he smiled into the kiss and I did too. I stopped the kiss and I heard him grunting in protest.

"Come on," I said. "We need to get up."

After some more tries and a few more kisses I managed to get up, freeing myself from Daryl's grip. I walked to my cell, changed my shirt but kept my jeans on, which I had forgotten to take off last night.

I went outside, spotted Sean and Oliver at a table and joined them after I grabbed some food, greeting my mother and Axel in the process. The boys smiled at me as I sat down in front of them.

After all these months Sean and I became friends, he has stopped acting weird around me and he was now like the old Sean, the Sean I knew before I got separated from the group. Oliver had completely moved on from Teresa and was cheerful again, he even admitted he liked a girl that I found two or three months ago.

I finished my breakfast and headed down to the grounds. Carl and Rick were there as usual. I yawned as I leant against the wooden pig pen, muttering a morning to them.

"Michonne promised she was going to get you some M&M," Carl told me as Rick fed the pigs.

"She's gone?" I asked in surprise, getting sad I didn't have the chance to say good-bye.

"Only about twenty minutes ago," Carl said. "She also said she was going to get us new comics and books."

"Great."

Rick was kneeling, putting plants, along with worms in a container. I put on some gloves and helped him, as I kept repeating how disgusting this was.