Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Eighteen: Maybe It's Fate

"Do you want this?" I asked as I nudged Lori's arm. After finishing off the walkers and setting up a fire, we were finally able to cook. Believe me, I was hungry. But I wanted Lori to have as much as she possibly could. Once she looked at the food, I could tell that she wanted it even though she was otherwise. "No, I can't take that," she replied as she pushed the plate away.

"You can, and you will. I'll feed it to you if I have to," I replied playfully. After a moment, she bit her lip in contemplation and look the plate from my hands. I was happy when she did that. It meant more food for the little one. She was eating for two, I wasn't. I would give her all of my food if she would've let me. I watched as she shared with Carl and I smiled even more. I could tell that he was also grateful to be eating more.

After a moment, I began looking around the circle. Daryl wasn't with us. In fact, I hadn't seen him in a while. After looking around, I spotted him across the field. He was sitting beside an old beat up car. It looked as if it was a police car at once, and it probably was. Once I spotted him, I stood up and began walking towards him. "Where are you going?" asked Beth with worry in her voice.

I knew that she was terrified after the farm. She was terrified that I wouldn't come back if I walked away. "I'll be right back," I replied as I motioned to Daryl. Once she saw him in the distance, she understood. I gave her a quick smile before I continued walking in his direction. I wondered why he was over there all alone. It was probably a shock to him that we had finally found a place. Or maybe he wasn't even happy that we found it.

"Hey," I said aloud as I got close to him. He quickly looked up from the ground and gazed up at me. I smiled at him before I began twirling my fingers together. "What're you doing out here?"

"Just thinkin'," he replied as he looked at the ground again. That's the thing with Daryl, he was a man of few words. I sighed and sat down next to him. I probably sat a little closer than I needed to. "Thinking about what?"

He simply shrugged at me and grunted. Once he did that, I shoved his leg and scoffed at him. "Don't grunt at me. Tell me what's wrong with you."

I knew he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. I can't remember one time that he admitted what he was feeling to me. He kept everything to himself no matter who you were. "Everything's gonna go to shit again. Every time we got somethin' good, somethin' bad happens."

I frowned at his words. He was right, but I didn't want to hear any negativity. I was finally happy, but he wasn't. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted us both to be happy together. "That's not true. I've had something good that hasn't disappeared."

Daryl looked over at me and parted his lips to speak, "And what's that?"

You. I knew that I shouldn't tell him that he was the good thing. That could possibly ruin our friendship. I mean, it could be taken in a friendly way, but he may not take it that way. I knew that Daryl didn't think of me in a romantic way, so I didn't want to gve him romantic vibes. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked after a moment.

"No, I just can't remember what I was going to say," I lied. He knew that I was lying, but he ignored that. "Good things are coming our way. Just remember that," I replied with a smile. I was wrong. Nothing good was coming our way anytime soon.

Daryl nodded after a moment and began looking at the ground again. I could tell something was bothering him. I always knew when something was bothering Daryl. Just like he always knew when something was bothering me. We just had that connection. A connection that would never be broken.

"I just keep thinkin'..." Daryl began. He was opening up and that completely shocked me. "If I would've never met you, none of this would've happened. Maybe you wouldn't be in this situation right now. You'd be safe. Nobody would've got hurt."

I was taken aback by his words. Was he regretting ever meeting me? I was actually upset by his words. So upset that I could feel tears threatening to form in my eyes. My throat was even getting tight. I knew that if I spoke, my voice would be cracking. But I spoke anyways. "Don't say that," I replied, my lip shaking. He quickly looked at me when he realized how pitiful I sounded. "There's a reason we found each other. Maybe it's God, maybe it's fate. But I know it's not an accident that I found you."

"And you mean that?" he asked as he peered into my face. Now he was doubting my truths. A tear slipped down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away and hoped he didn't notice. "Yes, of course I do. I need you."

He didn't reply to that, he simply nodded at me. I was hurting and there was no reason for it. It's not like he said something terrible. That just shows that Daryl has the power to break my heart. I never wanted anybody to have the power to do that, but it was too late now. That was when I came to the realization that I was falling for Daryl Dixon. As much as I hated it, I was falling in love with him.

After sitting there for a few moments, I laid my head on his shoulder and relaxed. I knew that he would be sleeping over there, so I would as well. As we sat there, I could only imagine what our future held. And that was how I fell asleep. Snuggling up to him and wondering what he was thinking.