My civilisation (D.D)

(CHATPER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE)

109 | compromise.

    "YOU'RE GONNA TRY AND END THIS. Again. Aren't you?"

Ophelia had been playing with Judith on the porch, the child sat comfortably on her knees and playing with her building blocks. Daryl had taken a minute to admire her, picturing his wife playing with their future son, before he nodded. "I gotta."

"No, Daryl. You don't gotta do anything." She growled, picking up a block of which the child in her lap had dropped. A gentle sigh then escaped her lips, as her tone softened. "But, I'm not gonna stop you."

"You ain't?" He asked, suspiciously watching his wife through his long strands of hair. She simply shook her head, as she replied. "No. You promised me you wouldn't die and I gotta believe that. Just be careful okay? Everyones galavanting of while I'm stuck here."

Daryl could not believe he was going to say this, as he chewed on his bottom lip. But, he wanted to be a better person, he wanted to be better to his wife, after his recent, vengeful behaviour. "You, er, wanna come with?"

Ophelia paused, had he really just her asked to accompany him on a mission to kill the saviours? At first, her initial response was going to be a definite yes, she so desperately wanted to help in the war, but then she shook her head, offering a small smile instead as she responded. "No, I'm gonna stay here and wait for you. I think I'm just gonna put this one to bed and have a nap myself."

Daryl could not say he was not relived. "Why?" He had asked. "You don't like stayin' at home while everyone does the work. You never 'ave."

Ophelia softly sighed, scooping the young child within her arms and standing up. She then walked over to her husband, keeping a steady hold on the infant as she placed a hand on her husbands chest.

"Because what you said about the baby got me thinking-"

"Don't." He said, the guilt still heavy like steel crushing his chest.

"Daryl, it was true." She had said, tracing shapes over the red necks chest as she spoke. "I've been pretty reckless and inconsiderate of how you feel. So I'm gonna take a step back today, and look after myself and my baby."

"Really?" His fingers curling around her hand, as she nodded. "I'm still going to fight in the war, Daryl, while I still can. Like you're going to keep on trying to kill the saviours yourself. But, I'll be careful, not like I've been these past few days."

Though Daryl wished she would not fight at all, not 4 months pregnant, he appreciated that she was attempting to compromise. And as long as she looked after herself and the baby today, they could face tomorrow a different day, together. Right now, she was staying put, and that is all he cared about.

"Now, be safe." She had said, him gently pressing his lips against hers. This, was not a kiss like earlier, rough and hungry. This was a soft and loving kiss, where her lips moved delicately against his, before he pulled away. "I'll be home soon."

"I'll be waiting." She sighed, then watching as her husband and Tara left. She preyed to God he would.

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    Daryl pressed his boot down tightly on the pedal, driving through the hungry walkers, and crashing the truck straight into the sanctuary. He had jumped out very quickly before it crashed, watching as then all the human meat craving creatures began to fill the sanctuary.

      Michonne and Rosita originally were going to help. But, they had left, not able to follow through. So then there were three, Daryl, Tara and Morgan.

      He kept watching, as the saviours began to panic. Screams of fear and hurried footsteps, as walkers began to rip the flesh of the people who could not get away. Bullets flying through the air, trying to kill the walkers brains, only attracted more. And each time a saviour pulled their trigger, they knew they were quickly losing ammo, and Daryl knew it too as he walked away, Tara too looking accomplished as they met again.

      Both Tara and Morgan had been shooting the saviours of which they could with their snipers whilst Daryl had breached the Sanctuary. And when they drove back, they were sure the saviours would surrender. They had to.

      Later, when Daryl got back to Alexandria, he bid goodbye to Tara, briefly thanking her, before he went to the house of which him and his wife shared together. He had knocked at first, but when there was no answer, he assumed that Ophelia was asleep so proceeded to let him self in.

      He then noticed how Ophelia had left him a sandwich on the kitchen counter, as he he walked into the kitchen, his muddy boots leaving a trial of footprints on the wooden floor. He smiled, picking the sandwhich up, and proceeding to eat it. It was slightly soft, as he chewed it, and so figured Ophelia had been asleep for a while.

     Once he finished, he walked up the stairs and into their room. After the saviours had taken their bed, they had moved a part of their sofa into their room, and he so wished he could get their bed back, his pregnant wife never did look comfortable now, as much as she would lie and say she was.

     When he climbed next to her, she briefly awoke. "You came back." She had smiled. He nodded, "and you stayed out of trouble."

      "Did you like the sandwich?" The woman yawned, shuffling closer to her husband.

      "Yeah."

       He then wrapped his muscular arms around his wife, pulling her close to him as she snuggled her face against his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head, stroking her hair with his spare hand as she whispered, "goodnight."

     A small smirk crept onto Daryl's features, as he looked out of the window, the sun still bright and the day still here. But, still he whispered to his tired and dazed wife, "goodnight."

     He wished they could stay like this. But, they couldn't. Not when Negan would be there very soon.

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Not much happened this chapter, but it's the mid season finale in the next chapter so more should happen. Like Ophelia meeting a certain someone again🤔