Hope- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Ch 6- Above the Walkers

~Daryl~

What was I doing? What was I thinking? What am I thinking? Fuck. I just kissed her. We don't have time for this romantic crap, but why are we doing it? Why does it feel so nice to have her sitting so close to me? Why do I keep touching my lips, thinking about how hers had just been there? Why was I getting both of our hopes up?

She was fast asleep, her head leaning back against my chest. Her fingers were tightly gripping my pants, despite the fact that she was having a pretty peaceful sleep. She probably thought that I'd leave her. I don't blame her, I would be thinking the same thing if I was in her position. But it still bothered me the lack of trust people had in me.

I thought I was a pretty loyal person. I've been with this group for at least a couple years...but I had left with Merle for a little bit at one point. I guess that's a reason to not trust me.

As we sat there, the breeze blowing, it was a peaceful silence. Until, I heard twigs snapping, and footsteps from behind us. I froze, and focused on the groans of walkers that were coming our way.

I brought my legs up, that were previously hanging, and set my feet on wide branch. Beth began to stir, and I quickly brought a finger to her lips, and whispered in her ear," Do ya hear em comin?" She nodded, and I pulled my finger away from her mouth.

We stayed completely silent, the anticipation was killing us. We heard the moans getting closer, and closer, until we heard them right underneath us. "Don' look down," I whispered. She nodded, as the loud footsteps and moans were moving underneath us.

We waited for what seemed like hours, but it was probably only minutes. Beth turned her head towards me, and eyed down below us. I shook my head. She would freak out if she saw.

She didn't listen, and I saw her head peek over the edge, and gasp loudly. I quickly covered her mouth, and leaned her head back onto my chest. Her breathing began to get uneven and shallow. I looked over the edge myself, to see a young child walker,

accompanied by a giant horde of walkers. She had braids in her once blonde hair, now tinted with green. She was looking straight up at us.

Shit. I gently stroked Beth's hair attempting to calm her down. I wonder why it freaked her out so much. Just the fact that it was a child? But I didn't think so. It's not something to be that freaked out about, but I wouldn't ask right now. I put my mouth close to her ear, "shhhh. Ya alright?"

She shook her head," I-it. It looks like one of the k-kids from the p-prison." She began to sob, and I quickly put my hand over her mouth.

"Stop cryin," I murmured. We were drawing more attention to herself. She shook her head, but I heard her try to hold back a sob, just coming out as a strangled whimper. I could feel her tears running town her face, then down my hand that was still currently muffling her sobs.

"Beth. Ya gotta stop," I murmured again, losing my patience.

She shook her head," I-I c-can't." I mentally groaned, knowing what I would have to do to shut her up. I mean it wouldn't be so bad, I did enjoy kissing her, but this wasn't the ideal situation.

I turned her around, so she was facing me. Tears streaked her face, and she looked very scared. I brought my hand to her cheek, and leaned in. She was surprised at first, I could see her eyes widen, but then close. She accepted the kiss, and kissed me back. I closed my eyes too, forcing on the way her lips felt on mine.

Her lips were so soft, and gentle, but I could tell she was trying to match my strength. I don't really know how long we kissed, but we did until sunrise, and the whole horde had passed.

"Daryl," she murmured, pulling back from the kiss.

"What," I responded coldly. I didn't really mean to, it just came out that way, and I could tell she picked that up. Her expression changed.

"C'mon, let's get going," she murmured, coldly back to me. It sounded almost disappointed. And I wanted to punch myself in the face so badly at that point. I'm such a fucking asshole.