My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Ye' Trust Me? || 14

Alex's Point of View

"What took ye' so long?" Daryl looks at me with a smug look. Damn, I never knew he could run so fast. Or maybe I'm just bad at all things that involve me being athletic.

"Shut up," I gasp as I try to regain a steady flow of air. Without any fatigue or tiredness written on his skin or bones, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"I am not a kid! I can walk myself!" I argue against his actions and try to wiggle free from his grasp.

"Sure as hell don't look like ye' can," he replies as he walks up the small set of stairs that connect to an equally as tiny porch. Floorboards beneath his feet creak, emitting a haunted house vibe. Based on the looks of this place I'm almost certain that there are walkers in here. And, just as I was about to share my prediction, two walkers slam their heads against the front window. Groans and the smell of rotting flesh begin to fill the air.

"Please put me down. It's safer for the both of us," I plead and rub his back gently to try and persuade him to let me go. Listening to my begging, he sets me down and takes lifts his cross bow up. Unafraid of his surroundings and the walkers, Daryl kicks down the door in three powerful blows. Next in his elaborate plan he used a knife, paired with his cross bow, to take down the walkers.

"That's my Darry Berry!" I applaud him while he just ignores me. I bet he's blushing up a storm, I commend myself.

"Don't." Annoyance lines his vocal cords. Moving with agility and poise he sweeps through the rest of the small home and marks it as clear. As small as it may be, this place was loaded with stuff. I'm talking guns, knives, medications, and lots of canned and boxed food. Pictures also lined the walls, pictures of what looked to be a happy couple. One of them hung apart from the rest atop the mantle above the stone fireplace. Husband and wife were displayed happily kissing each other on their wedding day. Joy seemed to be embedded in the paper that it was printed on and was an entirely different mood than what was expected from such a lonely looking house. A large part of me wanted to be like them, happy and together until the very end.

Daryl comments, sorting through the cupboards, "Look at all this stuff. This place is a damn gold mine!" Everything is to good too be true.

"There's so much stuff here that I don't think we even have enough hands to bring it back with us," I stare in disbelief at how lucky we were to stumble upon this place.

"Yeah, and daylight is runnin' out. Just to play it safe we'll stay here for the night. Then in the mornin' we'll collect all this stuff. Quick and simple."

"Mhm. And you get to spend time with your favorite gal."

"Come 'ere," he growls, his redneck accent thick and heavy.

Daryl's Point of View

I stretch my arms out towards Alex and pull her into a hug. Her clothes are soft against my skin and all I can think about is pullin' her into a kiss. Damn, am I really fallin' for someone? Guess I've gone all mushy inside. It's all worth it though because I've found myself a hell of a woman. And not to be perverted, but the @$$ on her is mighty fine.

"Yup, there's everything here and when we get back we don't have to deal with Chuck's bickerin,'" I peck the temple of her head. She looks like she's seen a ghost, makin' me think that I did somethin' wrong. "What's the matter?" That happy feelin' that filled her face has been flushed out of her system. What the hell is her deal? I search for solutions but find none.

Before attemptin' to speak she clears her throat, "Umm, I'm just going to sleep on the couch tonight. Goodnight Daryl." Giving no hint as to why she's actin' this way, she pulls away from me, leaving my body cold. What happened to me being Darry Berry?

"Alex, what the hell is goin' on here? Am I missin' somethin?' Is it somethin' I did?"

Pillows start to be fluffed and she doesn't even look me in the eyes.

"No."

Alex's Point of View

Invasion of privacy is a very serious issue, and at the moment I feel like nothing is my own. My feelings are always shared with Daryl and it's like he knows about everything I'm going through. But he still insists on asking because he is concerned about me.

"Ye' sure?" He tries one last time to pull a response out of me, "Is it about Chuck?" Bingo, he guessed the correct answer but nobody is the winner today. I stop fixing my 'bed' and attempt to wipe away my tears before they fall to the floor. Don't turn around. Don't, don't, don't.

I turn around.

"I'm so, so sorry Daryl. I didn't mean to. Now I put you in danger and everyone else and--," I sob until a warm set of arms wrap around my waist. Light kisses start to imprint themselves up my shoulders, my neck, and finally my own lips. "What was that for?" The words come out of my mouth more as a muffled sniffle because he has pushed my head against his leather vest.

He sets me down of the arm of a puke green sofa, "It was the only way to shut ye' up. Now ye' gonna tell me what happened?"

"Well I-I-I," I tried to pace my words, "I can't tell you or else he-he-he'll kill the both of us."

"The hell he will! He's not gonna get to us Alex, I promise." His words are reassuring and I feel like I'm far enough away from Chuck. He's not gonna find out, right? Thoughts and doubts rush through my head at a million miles per hour. To help smooth my anguish Daryl puts a firm hand in my knee, standing between my legs waiting for an answer.

"Okay, I trust you. The night we first kissed he was actually the first to make a move on me. Remember I'd passed out and you'd left to get me food. Anyway, he'd made fun of my little incident and decided to make up for it by trying to kiss me and--,"

"Did ye' let him kiss ye?' Please don't tell me I touched yer' lips after he soiled them."

"No, I didn't," I smile at how protective he is of me. "But I did smack him in the back of the f*ck#%* head with a huge @$$ lamp."

"That's my girl." Acting tough seems to be his things so I might as well join him. Maybe it can be our couple thing. Other pairs may like to wear matching clothes or do karaoke together. Not us. We'll be the people who are always cussing like sailors and acting like true rednecks.

"Then today he drugged me with something, I don't know what with, and dragged me to his trailer. During this whole thing he held a knife to my neck and threatened to kill you and I. It scared the $h#% out of me."

Daryl just stood there in front of me, comprehending everything that I just said. For once he looks as though he wasn't mad at the world. I don't like it. Something's wrong and at some point it's just going to explode.

And exactly on point he bursts out in anger, "Mother f$&@$* piece of $&@#. I'm gonna beat the living s&#% out of him. Just wait, I'm gonna cut his balls off." Now it is my time to calm him down. With Daryl at my side I know that I will be safe, and therefore I can talk to him about everything. One step at a time we'll regain our strength and hopefully be powerful enough to defeat Chuck. Hopefully I'm not gonna end up being the deciding factor of who lives and who dies.

"Shh. Please calm down Daryl. We're gonna beat him. I know we can." Since he was still only inches away from me, I hop onto him.

"Ye' sure we can?" He looks deep into my eyes, searching for a conformation.

I poorly attempt to imitate his voice, "Ye' trust me?"

"Sorry, but I ain't trustin' no redneck," he smirks and lays me flat on the ugly furniture, bringing himself down with me. Hovering above my face I become tempted to connect us and reassure myself once again that everything will be okay.

"Just shut up and kiss me," a whisper escapes from me. Gladly he listens to me and I couldn't feel more in love. Love, something I still haven't yet said aloud but somehow feel pumping through my infected heart.

Oh my God, I love the end so much. I don't know if you guys feel the same, but I really enjoyed typing it for you. This is the end of the book and I'll--. No, just kidding. I would never end on this note. So I'll make sure to update soon. Don't forget to share, comment, and vote.

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