Survival 101: With Vivian Bell

Chapter 10: Blood Sucking Leech

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SSC

Falling

As the world falls down.

Falling

As the world falls down.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling in love

-David Bowie "As The World Falls Down"

Daryl's face hurt from all the scowling. Ever since his little argument with Vivian all he could think about was how embarrassed he felt.

Embarrassed and slightly aroused.

Now every time he saw her, strutting about in her usual way, his gaze lingered on her longer than usual. Ever since he discovered that she was a dancer it's all he could see in her, the slight sashay of her hips, her poised perfect stance and her toned tan arms.

She certainly danced her way around him. Daryl still felt the bruise on his ego, he rather die than admit he deserved it. He was surprised he let her get away with it but she was just so damn fearless calling him what she did.

He could just picture Merle, clutching his stomach and laughing at the situation.

Where did she get the balls?

Daryl wanted to punish her, in the way he could—by ignoring her entirely, but it was more agonizing than he thought. Clearly the woman had managed to attach herself onto his daily routines like a blood sucking leech.

She was all he could think about, all he noticed and all he cursed. He knew the inevitable day of their next hunting trip was coming up, he didn't know what he was going to do then.

To make matters worse, Rick had approached him the very day she called him Daryline and told him to give Vivian back her knives. Considering she had earned her keep and all. Daryl didn't want Rick to know he was trying to avoid her, though everyone pretty much had their suspicions but chose to be ignorant. He begrudgingly agreed and Rick grinned and gave him a pat on the back before walking off to farm.

Now it was two days later and Daryl found it increasingly hard to remember why he was mad at her. The confusion only stirred whenever he saw that smiling face and bright forest green eyes. He itched to speak to her, or just stand there and wait until she usually said something.

Determined to find distractions like cleaning out his crossbow or maybe Carol needed help with something. Daryl walked in the direction of his cell block only to come face to face with Vivian when he rounded the corner.

They stood there staring at each other, startled for a moment but then an impish smile curved at her lips.

"Hey Daryl."

It literally took him like a second to turn away and begin to walk in the direction he came from. I sighed in exasperation and had to take long strides to keep up with him.

"Oh come on, you can't still be mad at me." I exclaimed behind him once I reached him I swiftly poked him in the back—I felt nothing but muscle under my finger tip.

"You started it." I reminded firmly. He stopped and rotated to face me, grabbing my attention in the fierce way he glared.

"I started it? Girl yer hankerin' fer a good spankin'." He said in his most 'threatening' tone.