Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 7

Melinda's POV

I look at the cuffs in shock. I just couldn't wrap my head around that now; I was attached to Daryl.

"Rick!" I scream. I start to walk away till I'm jolted back. I look up at Daryl as he has the same look on his face I did. "Well don't just stand there!" I snap at him.

He seems to jump out of what ever world he is in and follows me, saying every curse word in the English dictionary.

"Rick, un-cuff us! now!" I growl as we get into dinning room. Everyone looks up at us as we enter. I feel Daryl tense up as many eyes watch us but I couldn't care less. I was more focussed on getting away from him and out of these cuffs.

"Sorry, I can't do that." He smirked.

"Like hell you can't!" I yell. Then realization dawns on me. "It seems you have forgotten I have a key in my bag." I say proudly and start to walk to the door, until his voice stops me.

"You mean this key?" He ask, I stop in my tracks and look at the tiny key he is holding between his thumb and pointer finger. My mouth drops a little.

"You sneaky bastard." I say slowly. Everyone at the table has small smiles on their faces. This is probably the most entertainment they have had sense the walkers attacked camp, and even that wasn't a good thing. Well, neither is this but, it's better than getting your face eaten off by walkers.

I grit my teeth together as I remember who I'm attached to. I stomp over to the wine collection and look around.

"What the hell are ye doing?" Daryl says in a hushed voice, trying not to draw attention to us. I guess he is oblivious to the fact we are the only ones here handcuffed together.

"If I have to be attached to you, I want to be drunk!" I snap. He looked at me with his lips parted slightly. I was taken back when he pulled out a wine bottle and tucked it into his chest with a small smirk.

"This ain't no picnic for me either, sunshine!" He said in a low voice. I scoffed and started to walk out the room. I made sure to leave room for Daryl to walk beside me so it would be more comfortable. I was really anxious to get this bottle open and let it's contents slide down my throat. Maybe if I got drunk enough I can forget that my hand was practically enveloped in Daryl's.

We made it to the reck room shortly after. Daryl gave me a weird look but I just scoffed.

"I ain't sleeping in a bed with you!" I said as if it were the only reason I were coming into this room. To my surprise, Daryl didn't say anything. He just sat with me on the couch and started to drink his beverage.

I noticed the book I had earlier sitting behind him on the couch, where I left it. I grabbed it and stuck it under the couch with my bag, I guess I'll read it later.

I took big gulps of my drink and leaned back into the couch. First, God makes the dead motherfuckers walk, then he takes my family, and now I'm cuffed to a guy I know nearly nothing about.

I sighed as I ran my free hand through my hair, also bringing Daryl's hand with it. I groaned as his hand made contact with my face. He looked over at me for a moment and when he saw I was okay he turned back to looking into thin air.

I had never really noticed before, but now if I look at it closely, Daryl doesn't seem like a bad guy. He's just closed off and if you don't like it then he snaps. I guess you have to be close to him to know who he truly is. Most people will be nice, ask you how your day is and put a smile on even though they aren't happy. But not Daryl, he would rather close you off indefinitely then to let you in. I can't help but wonder why he's like the way he is. So rude, doesn't give two shits if you care or not. I guess that's his way of hiding what he really feels. One emotion, and nobody questions, everyone leaves you be. I guess that's what he wants; to be left alone.