We sat like that for an hour or so, each enveloped in our own thoughts. It was just reaching around 12 midnight when we stirred once again. "I should be going..." Dan said after he cleared his throat. I slid my fingers up his arm to the nape of his neck. "Stay." I whispered. He looked at me and kissed my forehead sweetly. He had to go I knew that, but I couldn't help but wish that he was spending the night.

(DARYL DIXON FAN FICTION) Daryl was the only thing keeping her there. Her sister and brothers were gone, her fiancé was dead, and that crossbow-exerting redneck won't take no for an answer. He is determined to keep Rebel, yet scared to have her. It's a never ending cycle with him, and during the apocalypse, love isn't exactly easy to find. It isn't Rebel's fault that she won't give in, but it is her fault what happens because of it. © 2013 Lucky Oliver All rights reserved.