I Need You (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 37

Ruth-

About a week had past, I still looked like hell. I had a cut through my eyebrow making a gap, the stitches were taken out a day ago, my nose and eye were still bruised, and the gash across my nose still had bandages over it. To top it all off, I got a tooth knocked out, well, a big chunk of it was chipped off, but they managed to put a gold cap over it, permanently. So even though I now had an extra shiny smile, it was nice not to have a gap. The rest of me was bumps and bruises. I can only thank Ruthless for helping me in that situation, otherwise, I probably would've gotten myself killed. If she wouldn't have come out, I probably wouldn't have made it back to my horse to call for help. I guess in a way, Ruthless was also an adrenaline rush, I know it's weird that I refer to my "tantrums" like it's a person, but I guess maybe I was just that crazy.

I was in the bathroom looking at my gold tooth, gliding my tongue over it, it felt different than my other teeth, like it was too smooth or something.

"I like it." Daryl spoke as he leaned against the doorframe, giving me a crooked smile.

"Seriously." I said irritated," I feel like some sorta hillbilly, or a gangster, like I should wear a stupid hat, and saggy pants, and "bust a cap"." I said sarcastically.

"No, I really do like it, it kinda suits ya." He continued to flash that melt worthy crooked smile at me.

"I'm still getting used to it." I sighed looking in the mirror at it again.

"Well, you'll get your revenge soon enough." He wrapped his arms around me.

"I'll personally yank their teeth out by the root." My nostrils flared in irritation. Daryl's lips brushed against my skin, going up my neck, then my cheek. I felt his warm breath huff against my skin, sending goosebumps down every inch of my body.

"What else ya gonna do?" He whispered into my ear, lightly nibbling it.

"Make it slow, make 'em suffer." I said quietly as he moved to the other side of my neck, his grip around my waist tightened.

"Yeah, what else?" He whispered gliding his tongue down my neck.

"Kick them in the gut until they puke." My eyes closed as his hands moved up my shirt.

"Then." He nibbled my neck.

"Bust every knuckle, with a hammer." I breathed.

"MmHmm." He gripped his hand firmly around my chest, and the other around my waist.

"Break every knee." He roughly turned me around pressing his body against mine, as he still danced his lips up my neck." Cut out their eyes." I whispered into his ear. He picked me up putting me on the bathroom counter, firmly pressing himself between my thighs.

"I'll hold 'em down for ya." He whispered against my skin, then slowly dragged his lips across my cheek to my lips," I'd do anything for you." He quietly said against my lips, as he tenderly pressed his lips to mine.

"No," I moaned pushing him away," I uh, I have a shift." I cleared my throat, dropping my gaze, and left.

God damn it, I continued down the stairs outside, I hated myself right now. I hated that I couldn't get myself to let Daryl back in. It was like my subconscious was in control, it knew people didn't stick around forever these days, so it wouldn't let me open back up to Daryl. I lit up a cigarette as I went over to the armory to grab my bow and arrows, an order from my dad. I went inside and started to skim the walls, my bow was no where to be found.

"Fara where's my bow?" I looked at the girl in charge of the armory. She was a petite girl, but don't be fooled.

"What, it's not here?" She came over to me looking up and down the walls as she became nervous." I-I don't know?" She stuttered going over to her notebook to check her check-out list." Oh no," she breathed," um, Bear has it." Her eyes were wide with fear.