I Need You (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Rue-

It had been several weeks, at least according to my count, it had been about 2 months. Daryl still was hardly giving me anything, I could barely get a word out of him. I even made meals for us, every few days, forcing him to help, it was just simple stuff though, nothing complicated. Other then my family dying, and where I came from, neither of us had revealed much about ourselves, yet.

I had just gotten out of the shower, lazily wrapping my towel around me, slack in the back. I was home alone, Daryl was out doing something. I went up to my room and dropped my towel.

"Door!" I heard behind me, I screamed trying desperately to cover myself, kicking the door shut. I quickly pulled clothes on, then opened the door and stomped across the hallway.

"Why didn't you tell me you were home?" I pointed at him angrily.

"You were showering." He said simply.

"Oh my fiend how much did you see?" I put my hand to my forehead, embarrassed.

"Just your back." He said gruffly," I got scars too, ya know." He said, looking distant.

"I know." I rubbed my arm.

"Yours-" He started.

"No, it's just why I don't, trust people anymore." I took a step back," not easily anyway." It was quiet.

"So you haven't killed only one person, have you?" Daryl said.

"No." I blankly stared at the floor.

"So how many people have you killed?" He asked.

"Twenty maybe more." I shrugged." I didn't mean to lie, the reason I said one, was because that one person I killed, actually counted, meant something to me, everyone else was like, a bug to me." I became angry again, I turned toward the wall, exhaled a deep breath, then punched the door, my hand cracked the wood leaving a hole in it, I quickly brought my hand back to my side.

"You okay?" Daryl asked standing up next to me.

"Fine." I looked down at my hand, it had thick splinters in it, warm blood oozing from my knuckles.

"C'mon, I'll clean that up." I followed Daryl downstairs to the bathroom," sit." I sat down on the toilet lid, and he examined my hand, probably trying to figure out where to start.

"In the cabinet, there's a pair of tweezers for the smaller pieces." I said, he opened the cabinet, finding the tweezers, medical tape, and peroxide." Here one more thing." I pulled a sewing needle that was already threaded, out of the hem of my hood." I keep it there for emergencies."

He started pulling the smaller splinters out one by one, I could tell he was nervous about the bigger ones. He knelt down, holding my hand in his, as he looked very closely at my hand. He soon got to the bigger pieces.

"This will probably hurt. Don't hold your breath." I started taking deep quiet breaths, realizing I was holding my breath. Using his fingers now, he grabbed the first thick piece that was embedded in my skin. He tugged on it a little, it wasn't going to budge.

"Ah," I grunted," fast like a bandaid, just do it." He tried to get a firm grip on the piece then quickly pulled it out, blood started to ooze out of the wound, and he quickly put a rag over it.

He moved on to the big pieces stuck between my first two knuckles. After taking the splinters out, he dumped peroxide on my hand making me gasp." Just the deep ones, sew them shut." I cringed.

"I don't think I can." He said.

"Watch I'll show you." I bit down on my lip, and shakily started poking the needle through my skin sewing the skin shut.

"Let me do it, your shaking too bad." He took the needle, and sewed the other two wounds shut, he bandaged my hand. He took me out into the living room, making me sit on the couch grabbing an ice pack, that he placed on my hand, securing it with a bandana.

"I'm sorry, it's just, that's how I stay so happy, I just let it build, until I finally snap, one punch releases it all. I'm just surprised I haven't broken my hand." I looked at my ice packed hand.

"How many times have ya done that?" He asked.

"Eh, a few dozen." I shrugged. He sat down on the couch next to me, and kicked off his boots, resting his feet on the coffee table in front of him. His hand was rested next to mine, I lightly brushed my knuckles against his. They were rough and dry, but it felt like electricity as our skin touched. He turned his hand over, facing it up, so I slid my hand on top of his, tickling my fingers over his callused hand.

He then allowed me to lace my fingers between his, and he firmly gripped my hand, as if he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

"We all have our own way of releasing anger." He spoke softly. I smirked. It was now dark outside, being autumn it was probably barely 6:30-ish." Hungry?" He asked.

"No." I rested my head on his broad shoulder, taking in his musk. Honestly his smell was delicious. I kissed his shoulder." Thank you, for everything." I smiled. He scoffed, I looked up at him," no really." I smiled.

We were looking back and forth into each other's eyes. I looked at his lips, he was biting the inside of his cheek, I was biting my tongue. I put my hurt hand on his leg, but we continued looking at each other. We moved in a little closer. Oh my fiend what was happening, were we about to kiss, are we going to kiss? Just, keep it simple stupid, you know just K. I. S. S. Oh my fiend you've been sitting here staring at him for like 30 seconds, that was 30 seconds too long.

Our noses were touching, I let out a shaky breath, then pulled away resting my forehead against his. Both of us lightly panting, we both held our breath I guess. He lightly touched the fingers on my injured hand, he kissed my forehead then we separated, I laid down on my back resting my head in his lap, looking at our laced fingers. I started humming quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

I can't say why we didn't kiss, to be honest I didn't know why. I don't know who had control in that situation, it was like our thoughts were in sync or something, we leaned, then both moved away at the same time. So like I said, I don't know we didn't kiss, maybe it was a lingering thought, do I really want to get this person involved in my life, and drag them along for the ride? After being alone for so long, I wasn't in a huge rush to have someone part of my life, but it would be nice, and if that someone was Daryl, he would fit into my life perfectly.