Angel

Chapter Six: Daryl

I strolled into the cabin, trying to keep the guilty look off my face. I'm not sure how successful I was since I have one of those faces that tells you everything I am feeling by just lookin' at me. It took a few moments for my eye to adjust to the darker interior of the shack. Jessie was sitting on the bed with one foot on the floor and the other bent up on the old mattress. I couldn't tell how mad she was. But what the fuck! How did she expect me to react when she's standing there in her bra scrubbing her arms and her perfect tits are all jiggly? A guy can only take so much.

The swelling in my left eye had started to go down some, so I was able to see some out of that eye. Jessie patted the bed with her hand indicating that she wanted me to sit over there. Standing up woulda been just fine, but my feet were listening to her even though my head said "No fuckin' way."

The old mattress dipped down as I sat on the edge. I was nibbling on my thumbnail with my eyes glued to the floor. I hope she didn't see the embarrassed flush I had. I'm such a loser.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah?"

"Daryl, look at me, please."

When I refused to look at her, I heard her say softly, "I'm sorry."

Wait. What? What is she sorry for? I thought I was the one in trouble. I looked up at her confused, "For what?"

"For embarrassing you in the kitchen. I didn't think twice about taking my dirty shirt off. I don't know why as I typically never do that, but I guess I'm so comfortable around you that it didn't occur to me and it should have. I'm sorry. I wasn't flaunting myself at you, it was just me not thinking as I washed up. Okay? Are we okay?"

Jessie was fiddling with the worn seam on her jeans the whole time she apologized to me. I knew she was nervous and even though I am aware I come off like an uncaring douche bag most times, I felt bad for her. It was my fault too. Living in such close quarters with the women in our group, meant I got an eyeful from them too every now and then. Hell yeah, I looked, I ain't dead, but seeing Jessie clad just in her bra did a lot more to me and my dick, than anyone else ever did.

"Yeah, we're okay. Sure, I wasn't expectin' to see you just there in your...your..."

"Bra?"

"Yeah, that...I never shoulda run out like that. I mean we're sleepin' together, ain't we?"

Jessie laughed at me. "In the truest sense of the word, yes we are. You know what? You're a good guy Daryl..." she hesitated for a second. "What's your last name?"

"Dixon."

"Mine is Madigan. Anyhow, you are one of the few good guys left in this world, Daryl Dixon. I'm glad you didn't die on me."

"Me either," I sighed. "That woulda sucked for sure."

Jessie burst out laughing, and even though I was serious, I guess it was kinda funny. I made someone laugh, usually I'm pissing them off, so the worlds gotta be coming to an end. But shit, didn't that already happen?

"Daryl, you are one of a kind."

"Yeah, I guess." Enough talk about me. "We good?"

"Yes, we're good. Now that brings me to the next thing."

Guess I groaned a bit loudly. Talking was not my strong suit. "I think we should plan our next step after you heal up. That is unless you want to continue on your own, but I believe we make a good team. Do you want to stick together?" Jessie asked.

Now, this was something real. I'm so glad we stopped talking about me seeing her half naked. This was something I had been thinking about this too. We had only known each other maybe two days, but I already knew I could trust her. It was time for me to stop being on my own. It had been months since I lost the best family I ever had, and I needed someone to have my back. I survived this last attack, but how long could my luck keep holding out?