𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

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     ROSALINE HAD been given no option but to ride on the back of daryl's motorcycle when his truck had suddenly run out of fuel that they wanted to preserve on the rest of the vehicles instead. she was scared that she was going to fall off, so half of the time she was gripping onto him quite hard which caused him to stiffen under her touch. it was no secret that he had scars on his back that could hurt, and she knew that.

     every time he tensed up, she'd realize and feel extremely guilty about it and apologize only to receive a grunt back. this time they'd been in the front so rosaline decided to make herself useful and watch out for any stations they could loot for gas and fuel. she didn't want to bother daryl as much as she already had done back at the CDC.

     daryl, on the other hand, had noticed, no matter what he would do the girl always seemed to end up on his back. however, she kept level-headed and didn't want to bother him which he would secretly appreciate - even if he didn't show it.

     ever since rosaline had seen his mutilated back, he was different. he felt vulnerable. that the short girl knew his deepest, darkest secret - it made him uncomfortable.

     for the whole journey, rosaline seemed to keep a lookout for anything useful and her eyes drooped, growing extremely from the constant journey. unaware of it, her head started to feel heavy and she gently placed it on daryl's back letting out a yawn.

     the marksman had never been used to this kind of closeness from another person. he had always tried to avoid it, in fact. the girl seemed tired though - everyone was - so he wanted to let her rest.

     although, it seemed that this wasn't the time to sit down and rest because something had appeared ahead. a highway, littered with the remains of cars, or what was left of them. slowing down, daryl started to swerve through them attempting to find a way out. signaling for dale to follow he led the way through but the rv echoed a bang from inside.

     the hosepipe had burst causing the engine to squeak and sputter with steam.

     with a groan escaping his lips, dale exited the vehicle followed by glenn and everyone else inside. rhaegar hopped out, sitting down panting slightly. the dog seemed thirsty, ever since they had left the CDC anything to drink or eat was hard to find. this seemed like a perfect opportunity to search the cars. it was dangerous too.

     the noise caused the girl to jump back to consciousness, looking around frantically, her breath speeding up. her clutch on daryl tightened as her breathing constricted. daryl couldn't help but notice the sudden outburst from the girl and he stopped turning around.

     "hey, you mind?" daryl questioned, attempting to sound annoyed. he didn't want to ask the girl if she was okay, that would mean he cared and that was not something daryl dixon wanted to show. he was desperate to convince himself he didn't care.