How it was

Slumber Party

"Daryl," I said, and I stopped walking.

"Daryl," I said louder when he continued to walk.

"Daryl!" I began growing even louder when I saw something in my periphiral vision; making me completely forget about what I had wanted Daryl for in the first place. A gigantic herd of walkers was headed right for us; bigger than any I had ever seen. He finally stopped walking long enough to turn around to tell me to shut up, I assumed, when he saw them too.

"Run!" He told me. And so I did. I ran right beside him going wherever he went for as long as he did.

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We ran for what seemed like hours before we finally found this abandoned house and ran inside, locking the door and trying to be quiet. I was scared out of my mind and had no idea what we were gonna do if those walkers found us here. I couldn't run anymore. Sure I would try, but at a certain point, you just can't continue no matter how much you want to or wish you could. You can't.

Soon enough we figured we were safe from the herd for now. We decided we would make camp here tonight and try to head back in the morning.

"You think they'll come looking for us?" I asked.

"Probably. You know how Rick is," he answered. I nodded. He was right. Rick was always trying to do what was best for the group. And if he sensed that me and Daryl were in danger, he would do whatever possible to save us.

We sat there in silence for a long while; Daryl sat in a chair next to the window and kept looking out while I was sitting on the floor and looking at him. I wondered what Daryl was thinking about. Was he thinking about what Carol had done? Was he thinking about me? About our earlier fight? What the words of the fight really held? Did he know how I felt? All of these things kept circulating in my mind. If Daryl knew how I felt, did he feel the same way? I wanted to feel like he would but even if he did I couldn't help but feel like Daryl would keep it to himself.

"Why don't you rest?" I suggested. He laughed a short, dry laugh.

"I'm serious, Daryl. If you want, I could take watch." He considered this for a short while before finally saying it would be alright, that he would stay up. I shrugged and decided that if he couldn't sleep, then neither of us would. So, I got up and went to sit on the floor beside Daryl. He looked down at me, confused.

"What're ya doing?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

"I'm staying up with you," I told him.

"Danae, go to sleep." I shook my head, letting him know I was staying right where I was. He sighed, knowing he couldn't win this. I smiled from my victory. Seriously, he was so cute when he got this way.

He moved his gaze back to the window and I began twiddling my thumbs, thinking. I wondered if Daryl secretly appreciated my staying up with him or if he would have truly preffered me going to sleep. I was quiet for a while, trying to make sure I wasn't bothering Daryl too much but soon the silence was completely unbearable and too loud.

"Are you upset?" I asked, quietly. He never moved his gaze or said a word.

"What were you gonna do when we got back to the farm?" I said, gently trying not to push too much. I could see that he was upset. But only for a split second. He was too strong for his own good. I couldn't see how he was keeping all of his feelings bottled up. I mean, if he wanted, I could listen. I would. But I knew Daryl wasn't one for that now.

He sighed and whispered,"I don't know. I don't know," while shaking his head. I leaned my head back up against the wall and looked away from Daryl. All I was doing was apparently making all of this worse for him. All of this was my fault. If I would have never started letting Daryl come out with me to the creek, he wouldn't be left to choose between me or his best friend. If Carol wouldn't have became jealous. . . Then, I remembered. I was going to tell Daryl something before those walkers showed up.