Rough Hands, Soft Touches

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I couldn’t even look at him for more than a second without him wanting to make me grit my teeth together. He’s low and selfish. I didn’t want to be in the same room as him anymore so I turned on my heel and began to stomp away.

“Y/N wait.” Daryl said as I heard his footsteps trudging behind me.

The second I heard him say my name, flashbacks of when he left came flooding through my brain. I didn’t want to think about what happened but I couldn’t help it. I remember word for word of everything he said.

*flashback*

“I don’t need ya to tell me what I can and can’t do, so I’m goin’.” Daryl argued.

“No you’re not, you’re staying here with me and the others.” I fought back.

“It’s not my fault you can’t take care of yourself, yer so clingy and helpless.” He had raised his voice and he was getting angrier by the second.

“I don’t need you to take care of me thank you.” I crossed my arms over my chest and scrunched my eyebrows.

“Sure that’s why ya always come runnin’ to me like a bitch. Yer incapable of doin’ anything fer yerself and yer weak. Fuckin’ bitch.”

“Just fucking go.” I snapped at him.

“Gladly, have a nice life sunshine.”

*flashback*

“Please just talk to me.” He sighed and placed his hand on my shoulder. I tugged away quickly and I knew that would make him a little angry.

“I don’t want to. You’re not worth my time.” I continued walking and ignoring him.

“Come on ya have to talk to me at some point and you know you do.” He kept going.

“No I don’t because we’re done. Have a nice life sunshine.” I repeated his words to me and with that I left him standing there alone.

He promised he would never leave me, and I knew I shouldn’t have believed it, everyone leaves. Sure he came back, but what’s to say he won’t leave again? I don’t want to get hurt and have to wonder if he’s even alive.

I decided I needed to go on a walk by myself and get away from everyone. I didn’t want to think about this and I didn’t want to see him. I walked far enough away and decided to climb up a tree and stay there. I shut my eyes and just thought about how things used to be.

I must have fallen asleep because the sun was starting to go down. When I got up I started to make my way back to the prison. When I got to my cell I saw a distressed Daryl on my bed. He kept his head in his hands and made quick sharp breaths.

“What do you want?” I asked as I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.

When he looked up he had red swollen eyes and tears rolled from his cheeks. I felt my face soften because it was rare for him to cry, sometimes I was convinced he never did. I shifted uncomfortably and didn’t make eye contact.

“Y/N please just listen to me, I didn’t mean any of those things I said, I swear. I was just mad and ya know that. Ya know I love ya more than anything.” He was practically pleading to me.

I didn’t say anything, I just kept listening. He was going to have to do better than that, I mean I know I might be being harsh but come on, he hurt me too.

“Y/N..” He just looked up at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Do you know how hard is was without you? I stayed up wondering if you were even alive. I don’t want to go through that again. What happened to always?” I felt a tear slide down my face, but I tried to stop it before he could see it.

“I know I know I’m sorry baby, but please I need ya, ya know that. He stood up and put his hands on my hips. I didn’t move, I just waited. I felt one hand lift my chin so I was looking him directly in his eyes. His hand moved to my cheek and stayed there. His fingers were rough, but his touch was soft. “It was hard for me too ya know, just leavin’ like that. Knowin’ yer mad at me. I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about ya, the whole time.” He leaned his forehead down so it rested on mine.

I felt another tear slip down my cheek, but this time it wasn’t caught by me. I sighed and closed my eyes. “Just don’t leave me again.” I begged.

“Couldn’t imagine it.” He said and pressed his lips down on mine. Eventually we moved to the small bed and made up the best way we knew how Tumblr

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