Daryl's POV
*FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKDNDJSN DARYLS POV. Please continue.*
Night was falling as I crossed the road, the house that held her was mere feet from me. My feet clunk on the wooden porch as I pass each step. I jiggle the door knob to find it locked.
"Mel." My voice rings in the quiet atmosphere. A few seconds pass before I call again, this time knocking. Still no answer.
"Damn woman. Probably passed out already." I reach under the mat at my feet, pulling out the shiny silver key. I quickly unlock the door and place the key back where I found it. I twist the knob and open the door, entering the quiet and dark place.
It reeked of alcohol, and ahead of me, she was a mess in the floor.
"What the hell?" I sling my crossbow and the little food I found on the couch, and quickly make my way to her.
"Are ye okay?" I scan her body for blood or any other injuries. But the only thing visible were the tears streaming down her cheeks and the half bottle of bourbon clenched in her fingers.
I grab her face to get her attention. I pat the side of it, and she finally looks up to meet my eyes.
"They were gonna have a baby." She brings the bottle up to her lips.
"Stop." I take the bottle and set it beside me. "What are ye talking about?" I sit on my knees to get a better look at her. Even in her drunken state, she was still beautiful.
"The people that lived here." She screams. She picks up a picture next to her and shoves it into my chest. "It's a boy." Her voice becomes deathly low. I look down at the picture to see black and white blurs. I didn't know what to say to her while she was in this state, so I didn't say anything.
"I wanted another." She whispers. She takes the picture from my grasp and looks longingly at it. "I wanted a little boy after Charlie."
"Maybe ye'll have another one day." At this point I was blowing things out of my ass. She wouldn't remember this conversation by morning with how much she drank.
"With who? Tyler's gone." And just like that her tears start falling once again. A ping hits my chest, but I ignore it. I already knew how she looked at me, why let it effect me anymore?
"He's dead." She throws the picture across the room, the glass shattered on the wall. "No ones going to be having children anymore. Hell, I don't even know where the one I have is."
"Right now, you're all I have left. You're what keeps me moving." She gets up on her knees, we were eye level now. "I can't lose you like I lost him. I can't go through that again. I just- I-" she wraps her arms around my neck. Slowly, I reach mine around her tiny waist and hold her close.
"I love you. I can't lose you." I felt her chapped lips skim my neck. Her hand traveled down my waist and hooked into my belt loop. Before I could register what was happening, she pulled back. Her baby blues reached mine for a split second before she leaned in, connecting her plump lips to mine. I quickly gain control of myself.
"Stop." I push her away, and stand to my feet. I take a few steps away. My thoughts were racing.
"What's wrong? Don't you want me? Im giving myself to you." Her voice slurred, that's when I realize I made the right choice in pushing her away.
The truth is I wanted her so much. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to finally know what it was like to be loved. But she was drunk, and this wasn't love. It never was going to be. It was just lust.
She stumbles as she stands. Her boots shuffle over to me. She grabs ahold of my arms and brings her body closer to mine.
"Why don't you want me?" She leans forward once again.
"Stop." I grab onto her shoulders and hold her from coming closer. A lone tear runs down her face. "This isn't how I want ye."
A/N
Hot damn. I'm so in my feels rn omg...
Okay so update. Out of the seven days we've had school, I've only been there for two. :) love being sick. And I found out I now have an F in one of my easiest classes. If I told you I haven't cried, I'd be lying. :)
Anywho. Comment on what you think is gonna happen next. Love love love y'all.
-Melinda
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