Living For A Reason - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - New Beginnings

I wanted to know more about what had happened when I left the group, so I told Jane that I would catch up with her later, as I turned around to look for someone to talk to.

Rick and Daryl were walking side by side, not really talking, but I decided it'd be best not to speak with them yet.

Glenn and Maggie were walking together, holding hands, so I decided to leave them alone.

Carl was walking by himself behind the two of them, looking bored, so I decided I would talk to him.

I walked past Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Maggie to get to Carl.

"Hey Carl." I smiled down at him.

Carl really wasn't a little kid anymore. He had grown much taller, about a forehead shorter than me and his hair had grown out so long that it barely touched his shoulders.

"Hey." Carl replied, his voice being much deeper than I remembered.

"How have you been Carl?" I asked politely.

"Besides the fact that we're living in a world were dead people live?" He asked sarcastically. "Fine."

"Same here kid." I replied smirking down at him. "So, what all happened while I was gone?"

Carl looked up at me, his facial expression solemn.

"A lot." He breathed. "And nothing good, let me tell you. After the Governor destroyed the prison, the group was split. It was just me and Dad, and eventually Michonne, but we all managed to meet up eventually. It was at a place called Terminus. A place where they promised sanctuary and community. But of course that was a lie." He paused to adjust the sherrifs hat on top of his head. "They turned out to be cannibals and threw us all in a train car. Every single one of us. They planned on eating us. But we managed to escape and we killed all of them, and now we're here."

"Holy shit.." I mumbled absentmindedly. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry."

Carl shrugged, as if none of that mattered anymore. "It's ok. I mean we did find you after all." He sighed. "You know, when you left Daryl went out looking for you everyday. Just in case you ran into trouble or something."

I pursed my lips and smiled. Daryl still went out to look for me even after what I had done to him.

"I'm just glad we all found each other again." I said.

"Me too." Carl replied, giving me a small smile.

"Hey Amelia." Jane called me and waved for me to come to her.

"Hey, I'll see you later Carl." I patted him on the shoulder and jogged up to Jane. "What's up?" I asked.

"We're here." She said smiling. I looked at the small building in front of us and realized it was a small pub.

"Really? A pub?" I scowled at Jane, crossing my arms.

"Hey!" She replied slightly offended. "It was the only place I could think of."

"It'll do." I said, smiling and putting my hand on her shoulder.

I whistled to Daryl, Rick, and Glenn, and asked them to take out any walkers that were in the pub. After about five minutes they dragged out three walker bodies and said it was clear to come in.

When everybody entered, they dropped their stuff into different corners of the room. Once I dropped my stuff, I quickly went behind the counter of the bar to look at the drinks.

"Oh yeah." I grinned, looking at the selection.

"Anything good?" Daryl asked me from the other side of the room walking to the bar.

"We got all kinds of beers, wines, vodka, even a little champagne." I looked up at him as he sat in a bar stool. I passed him a beer and grabbed one for myself. I popped off the cap and practically started chugging my drink. I felt the burning sensation travel down my throat and gave a peaceful sigh. "Haven't had one of these in a long time."

Daryl raised his bottle to mine in a small toast. "To new beginnings." He said slowly. I touched my bottle to his.

"To new beginnings." I repeated slowly. I watched as he drank his entire bottle in one take, then I downed the rest of mine. "Whose ready for round two?" I whooped and got two more beers for Daryl and I, while everyone else decided to get themselves some drinks too.

Let's just say it want long before everyone was drunk.

Even Carl had a beer, but he decided to only have one, because of the fact he's underage of course, but mostly so he could watch his little sister.

Daryl and I sat drooped in a corner of the room by ourselves drinking our eighth round if beer.

"You know what Carl told me," I slurred slowly, poking Daryl in the chest with my finger. "He told me that you went out and looked for me everyday when I left. Is that true Darylina?"

"O'course it's true." He slurred back, draping his legs over mine and taking a big gulp of beer.

"I thought you hated me dude..." I scratching my head with my bottle and then taking a big swig.

"No I don't hate you," Daryl blinked hard twice, swirling his beer bottle. "I fucking love you."

We just stared at each other in silence, our eyes both blinking slowly, until Daryl broke the silence.

"I gotta take a piss!" He said loudly and got up leaning against the wall.

"Me too!" I replied equally as loud. Daryl offered me a hand and I barely got up without falling over.

We both stumbled across the entire pub knocking over some things in the process. We both walked into the same bathroom, not even bothering to check which one we were in. I wandered into a stall and shut the door. I peed while I heard Daryl peeing outside of the stalls, probably in a urinal.

Once I was done, I zipped up my pants and walked to the sink, just staring at myself in the mirror. I watched as Daryl too walked to the mirror and stared.

By this point, the alcohol had total control over my body and I could do nothing about it.

"I want you so bad Daryl Dixon." I could hear myself say as I stumbled over to him, gripped his flannel shirt, and slammed his lips into mine.

Daryl did not hesitate to move his lips with mine, one hand traveling up my shirt and resting on my back and another gripping my ass. I allowed him to hoist me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around him, as I fumbled my hands around on his belt buckle.

Our lips finally separated, but only for a moment when Daryl removed my shirt to where I was only left in my bra. Our lips came instantly back together as I felt his rough hands grip my sides making me tingle. I could feel him growing hard against my leg, only making me want him more.

I got his belt undone and he managed to pull down his pants leaving himself in only his boxers and his flannel shirt. I unbuttoned each button on his shirt as he pulled me closer, making his tongue dive deeper into my mouth. I slid the shirt off of his muscular arms and traced his abdominal muscles with my fingers.

Now it was his turn, as he removed his hands from my sides and started fumbling with my belt buckle. Eager for Daryl, I separated out lips and undid my own pants. I breathed heavily as Daryl slowly got my pants off of me, his hands feeling me all the way up my legs, until his lips reached mine again.

Daryl slowly lifted me off the counter and laid me on to the cold tile floor. He laid on top of me, his lips crashing into my own, the bulge in his boxers pressing against my leg.

Things slowly became less heated, until it was just slow and romantic. Before we did anything else, Daryl stopped everything and just looked over me. The last thing I remember from that night is him saying these words.

"You're so beautiful Amelia. You're so beautiful."