My Redneck Savior || D. D.

Getting to Know You || 15

Alex's Point of View

I continuously poke Daryl in the chest, "Daryl, you awake?" Space was limited here and neither of us felt like sleeping on the floor, so instead we decided to share the sofa. There was a problem with this idea, as smart as it may had seemed. Only a single person could lie horizontal on it. His solution to this setback was to let me be his blanket. Up until now I've just been staring at the wood ceiling, wondering about the future and what's in store for the both of us.

Daryl hisses sleepily, "I am now. Jesus, woman, can't I get any sleep?" I roll over so that both of us are facing each other and our stomachs are touching. Looking someone straight in the eyes is a good way to start a conversation, and right now I definitely need someone to talk to. Even though I know that Daryl will keep me safe, I still am afraid sometimes. I was the same way as a child, always afraid that monsters were lurking under the bed and in my closet. More of this paranoia has set in as I got older and all of this $#&@ has been happening. There's not only monsters, but terrifying people who would do anything to survive. In my opinion, the living are the ones that you need to fight as well as fear. Chuck is a substantial example of this. Chloroform used to be used by murderers and kidnappers, and still after all this time it has walked it's way back into the wrong arms. Evil is always out there and so are the things that strengthen their wicked attitudes.

"Sorry, but I'm bored and don't have anything to do." A strand of my hair falls in front of my eyes. Out of laziness I try to move it out of my face by blowing a stream of air at it. The weight from my hair is too much to overcome, causing it to barely move. Seeing my struggle and deciding to be a gentleman, Daryl uses his right hand to tuck the disobedient thing behind my ear.

"What does any of this have to do with me?"

"Well... I'm too scared to get up and take a walk or to even explore the house," my cheeks ignite several flares to signal that I was feeling sheepish.

"Your such as freakin' loser."

"Just shut the hell up, @$$ho##. Wait, nevermind, talk to me instead. Please! I promise that I won't bother you for long. Just a few questions. Maybe I'll even share one or two stories about myself. Or I could tell you my age, my middle name, about my family, my school, my friends, or just anything in general. I want to know you Mr. Dixon. And you should know me too! Or am I just some girl that you just use for fun? If that's the case. then I should just leave and--," I ramble on and on, waiting for someone to stop me. Daryl, of course, is this person and clamps my yapper shut with his thumb and pointer finger.

"Fine. What do ye' want to know?" Walls are being broken here! Yes, finally I get some insight into his personal life. I've always been curious as to what shaped Dixon into the hunting and tracking expert he is today. Similar to him, I don't know how old he is either or the simple things that any 'couple' should know.

"Okay. Let's start off easy, shall we?"

"Whatever." His body is still in sleep mode and I can tell that he isn't enjoying being woken up at midnight or the early hours of morning. Doing this laying down probably isn't helping keeping him awake either, so I slowly roll off of him and stand up, my barely covered feet coming in contact with the hardwood floor. Using my hands I motion for him to sit upright so that I could have enough room to sit back down. Little persuasion is needed for him to listen. He repositions himself so that his back is against the armrest, his boots still on, dirtying the material of the furniture. Taking this as my cue to settle back down, I sit across from him in a similar way. His legs formed a protective barrier around mine and I set my head on the back cushion.

We both seemed to handle that pretty well, so I think now would be an appropriate time to start the interrogation, "Okay, so what's your age?"

"Let's just say I'm around forty. What's it matter to ye?'" Daryl seems pissed that I asked such a silly question. What can I say, I was curious. "How old are ye?'"