Worth It

Chapter 18: Seed

We silently follow behind Rick towards the house. Another empty, or maybe not, house with very little luck for food as usual. 

He kicks open the door, grunting as he shoots one of the walkers in the head with his silencer.

I follow in behind Daryl, gun raised.

Rick and T-Dog kill the first two walkers in the entrance way. I silently go into one of the back rooms next to the kitchen. I check one of the closets because you can never be too sure, and move the curtains to look out the windows as well.

 As I turn to go, I see another door. I shake the fear from my shoulders and slowly walk towards it. I hear Daryl enter and I can feel his eyes on me as I walk towards the door.

As I'm about to open the door, I see it begin to get pulled open from the other side and Daryl shoves me out of the way, raising his bow to Rick. I grunt, glaring up at the two of them breathing heavily from the ground.

I sigh a breath of relief and of annoyance. Daryl chuckles before helping me up. "Asshole." I mutter. I wipe my ass of lightly and push wild strands of hair from my face.

The two of us walk back towards the front door, doing a final sweep before heading to the second floor. I follow Daryl silently up the stairs, cringing every time they creaked.

I left his side when we got to the top, checking a few rooms. When there was only one left, it was the one with the door shut.

I raised my gun, ready to shoot as Daryl slowly stepped up to it. He looks at me and I nod and he pushes the door open. I look around quickly before my eyes narrow in on the owl on some sort of metal perch. Daryl smirks and shoots it.

I shove him playfully into the room. "Nice shot."

He turns and grabs my waist, pulling me close. "It was lucky." He mumbles, before kissing my lips. We hadn't had a lot of alone time, and I could tell it was getting to him. And as much as I wanted too, now was not the time and definitely not the place.

I pull away after a moment. "Go grab your owl." I tell him, smirking. He rolls his eyes as I turn to leave. But before I can move I feel him slap my ass.

I turn back to him, eyes wide and mouth open. "Excuse me!" I scold him quietly. He chuckles, picking up the owl, before leading me out of the room.

He plucks the feathers as he and I walk down the stairs. Rick whistles out the front door, signaling to the others that it was safe. 

I was getting thinner by the day. Anything we found, I would give most of my portion to James or Sam. Luckily, it went unnoticed by anyone else.

However, as soon as Daryl saw what was under my clothes, we'd have a problem. I was basically a walker myself with the way I looked.

I sit beside Daryl in the living room, watching him pluck the feathers off of the owl. I nudged his foot with my own. He looks down at me and gives me a small smile, throwing a feather in my face. I swat it away, playfully glaring at him.

When Carl entered, he held a can of dog food. Everyone watched him silently, either grossed out or concerned.

It reminded me of Butter. He had died a few months back when a walker tried to get to James. I was able to give him one last hug and one last kiss before be passed away in my arms. He saved James life.

I played with his collar absentmindedly. It was clipped to the belt that held my guns and knives.

He grabbed a can opener and quickly got to work. But it was no use. Rick grabbed the can and threw it at the fireplace. I jumped at the sound, scooting closer to Daryl.