My civilisation (D.D)

Fifty eight: A wedding for Mr & Mrs Dixon.

//Daryl's POV//

Once I was done with the wall I breathed a sigh of relief.

About fucking time.

As I put down the hammer I looked to the left to see Ophelia making her way over, bouncing little ass kicker in her arms.

A smile tugged on my lips at the thought of her being a mother one day.

She's good with kids.

But I don't think she wants kids so I'd just have to stop thinking about it. Whatever makes her happy.

As she handed Rick baby Judith she looked over at me and smiled.

The smile that I would die for.

Damn she was beautiful.

***

Shit.

I'd lost the ring.

I'd lost the fucking ring I was gonna use to propose.

Fucking fucking fuck.

Sighing in frustration I began to pat myself down to make sure I hadn't placed it in a pocket to no avail. And to make things worse Ophelia fucking waltzed in looking at me like I'd lost my marbles.

"Wha'?" I barked.

"Are you okay there?"

"I'm fine! Fuck of."

I didn't mean to be rude. But I needed to find the damn ring.

"What's gotten into you today?" She asked.

"Nothin'."

"Are you looking for something?"

"No."

"Yeah you are."

"Why the hell did yer ask if yer knew the answer?"

"Because." She shrugged.

"Cause'?"

"I could have been wrong."

"Yeah? Well yer are."

"Daryl-"

"Leave me alone Ophelia." I snapped.

"Not till you tell me what your looking for."

"I told yer it's nothin'."

"Might as well spit it out because I'm not leaving otherwise."

"I'm lookin' for my knife."

"Don't lie to me Dixon."

"Fine...I'm lookin' for a ring."

"Why?"

"Why do yer think?"

She widened her eyes and looked a little taken back as her lips slowly stretched into a small smile.

"Your gonna propose?"

"Yeah but I can' now can I?"

"Daryl-"

"Jus' leave me be." I snapped storming out of the room.

That went great.

***

Slumped down by the tree I embraced the sun beaming down on my pores whilst smoking a cigarette. The bark was digging into my back but I didn't care. I was in a bad mood.