Let The Flames Begin [COMPLETE]

Part 29

Shits about to get real in here.

Giving you fair warning, you have like 5 chapters left after this one. You'll already know this if you have me on Tumblr. If you don't, there will be a sequel, so don't worry. I'll post my reasons in the last chapter of this one.

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Charlene was waiting for Daryl to get back from hunting. She was pacing by the quarry trying to gather her courage. She was nervous, but she tried to take comfort in Daryl's own words and what Merle said. Daryl admitted he liked her, fuck he had kissed her. And then Merle explained why he had freaked out. He didn't think he was good enough so he presumed it was some kind of trick. She was nervous because for her plan to work, she would have to admit a lot of shit to him and that would be embarrassing. But if it meant he would finally see she was telling the truth, she would do it. She wasn't sure if Daryl would even turn up. Merle had told her when Daryl came back he would send him over here. She didn't have any desire to have this conversation within earshot of people. She had a sinking feeling Daryl might just ignore Merle and go straight to the tent. She didn't regret the kiss. It had been a fucking good kiss and she wanted more of them. But if this was it now. If Daryl didn't want to listen to what she had to say and things were ruined with them, then she would regret it. She didn't want things to be awkward with them or for them to drift apart.

She paced around anxiously, breathing deeply as she pumped herself up for the talk, if it ever happened. She heard someone walking down to the quarry and she glanced up, meeting Daryl's stony gaze.

"Sit down," she demanded. His eyes widened a little, her tone was unexpected and he squinted, not liking being told what to do. He complied anyway because he wanted to know what the fuck she was going to say. His curiosity would be the death of him. He sat on the rock in front of her, chewing his thumb anxiously. He felt awkward as shit and he knew she was mad by her face. He had fucked up again, but he didn't care. Or at least that's what he told himself.

"You wanna tell me what this bullshit is about me not being good enough for you, or thinking that last night was some kind of trick?" she asked bluntly. His thumb fell from his mouth as he gaped at her. That fucking snitch Merle. He couldn't believe he fucking told her that. He felt the anger brewing inside of him and he clenched his jaw.

"It's fuckin' true ain't it?" he snapped, glaring up at her. He didn't even want to know what she wanted to say, he didn't want to stick around for this. He got up and stormed off, leaving the girl glaring after him. She followed him, not caring that now they were in camp and some people were milling around.

"Don't walk away from me Daryl!" she huffed, getting angrier by the second.

"Trouble in paradise?" Shane asked with a smirk as he suddenly appeared, Daryl's nostrils flared in anger and he was about to open his mouth but Charlene beat him to it.

"Nobody asked you Shane so go the fuck away," she growled causing Merle to bark a laugh as he sat by a tree. Shane blinked at her, shocked at her tone and even Daryl looked at her like she had grown another head. He hadn't heard her talk like that before but it was a little amusing that she had spoken to that prick like that. Or at least it would have been if she wasn't chasing him down, trying to back him into a corner with her bullshit.

"Hey, no need for that. I'm just making sure there ain't a problem here," he spoke in that slow calm tone that rubbed Daryl the wrong way and he squinted at him.

"The only issue here is this asshole walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to him," she glowered. Daryl looked at her, his jaw set.

"We ain't doin' this here," he sneered, gripping her upper arm and leading her back to the fucking quarry. Like fuck he was doing this with all the nosey assholes staring at them. He felt like he had no choice if she was going to do this. When they got back there, he sat down glaring up at her.