i like the last one cos i had to work to get the light into his eye socket

Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)

Word count: 3.5k

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She looked around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while twaddling.

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T’is a Vengeance [Cap. I]

           The knife, gleaming so coldly under the light of the street, watching closely. The rain poured in thunderous claps, gnawing at the cement, scratching as his shoes. Calloused fingers twirled the weapon with ease, now his steps being echoed down the roofless corridor. Far South, his bloodied reign shone, and terror screamed. Blue eyes were similar, but held a certain darkness in them, shining no light. At the end stood a door, masked by the shadows—the smell of copper so strong, he wasn’t affected. Why would he be when he was the Master of the City? The door was driven open by a single twist of the knob and he stopped at the doorway, then saw the sight he was desperate to snap.


           The once strong sea-green snapping their view towards him, made so weak by the bloodshot that filled, caused by tears that still fell. Wrists bloodied from the chains, linking him from corner to corner, his legs bare and shirt ripped open, exposing the thousands of bruises littered over his torso. Brown hair melted in the reds, glued to his forehead, a nasty snarl came in despite the torment he was given in just the few hours of capture. The hate that the incarcerator caused had filled the room in seconds, the smell of copper rising but not enough to drive the captor to sanity. Ignoring the shouts to stay away—to not move any closer, he walked towards the male—inch by inch before rushing, arm extended to grab and pull at the only clothe that protected the captive, driving him up the wall and pinning him against it; the groan of pain was heard when he did so, forcing his knee onto a grotesque bruise near his groin formed not so long ago.


           “My, my,” his voice rung, tittering darkly as the glint in his eyes burnt, “you still have a lot of fight in you. And long had it been? A week? Maybe more?”


           The feral growl left his already broken lips, jaw clenched harder as the captive stared down at his captor; the sea-green eyes flashing wildly, “you broke my seven-years-old son.” Now, that was the resentment the captor wanted to see. “You tortured my two-years-old daughter. You left that image for Delirious to see! How can I not have the fight left in me, Tyler!?” The last note bounced off the prison-looking room, only the light that poured through the bars two metres higher than both male stood had been the source of their sight. “Every,” on this word, the captive growled again and attempted to get the knee off him, but only drove it onto his groin; he repressed the mo—groan that wanted to fall out of his teeth before continuing, “—thing that you do will be known, Tyler. I promise you that!”


           Tyler, chuckled so darkly, it brought the hair on the back of the captive’s neck to a stand, and that smile had grown into a sneer so insane, the blues in his eyes flashed the same bright blue that the captive had fallen in love with in another person. “that is what I want to happen, dear Ryan.” Pulling out the knife he held, he tore the chain that held Ryan’s dominant hand detained with one swoop and threw him across the floor, satisfied with the sound skin against cement made when he skidded to the wall to his left, and landed against the wall with a clamorous grunt.


           15 metres in length spread per wall, encaging both males in a darkness one loved and the other hated. The room was large enough to toss his prey around like the rag doll he was; tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip in a desire only the insane would show. The taste of blood rose as he smelt the iron escaping his prey’s lips, the bones nearly shattering at the force. “I want the world to know what I did to Jonathan’s prized possessions,” Tyler confessed, folding the sleeves to his elbows as he stalked closer, “and then taking the North and East with me!” When close enough, he took Ryan’s arm in his hold and threw him yet again, ignoring the plead to stop that fell, and ignoring the way in which his prey’s arms was nearly pulled out of the just-healed shoulder socket. “You know I would do fucking anything to bring my time back from the dead, Ryan. You know I would do anything for him. You know I would harm your kids for his sake.”


           The tears not stopping, Ryan did try to get himself up, but his dominant arm was no longer working. A dozen times, he counted. A dozen times, ever since he was taken from their home, had Ryan been thrown around like a plaything. Cuts and bruises wrangled his once empty, tanned skin. Being fucking married to a Mafia leader, Ryan knew he could never be subdued. But… but—using his left hand, he pushed himself, but was forced back onto the ground by a hand pushing his head down and flat onto the cement once again; the cuts already stinging like acid.


           He couldn’t remember the last time Tyler had gone this insane. This Boss was renowned by his avoidance of children, but not so much women nowadays. But children. The ugliest thing would have to be that Tyler used to be Jonathan’s brother-in-arms. They ruled nearly three quarters of the city, bringing their terror only onto those who they hated. Only to have that burn under hours. Ryan didn’t know the story, having to be absent on that night to take care of Sam, who was only four-years-old, and Jonathan never had shared that anecdote with precision, but Ryan did know that Tyler had gone against Jonathan’s command to stay. To not attack someone with force they did not have—they had been ambushed prior, and Tyler’s… significant other, had gone down, in a condition so critical, Ryan had to multi-task to take care of a grown man sprinting towards the Doors of Death, and his kid, who just wouldn’t stop being clingy.

           Tyler, or rather, Wildcat, was ambushed yet again during his own attack, forcing Jonathan and co. to attack and save him. Tyler knew it was his own mistake, and instead of saving himself, he tossed Jonathan out of frame. Something happened during Tyler’s capture, Ryan knew, and this was seen when Tyler was brought back and had attacked Evan, almost killing him in the process. Jonathan had no choice but to throw him out, knowing he couldn’t deal with people so broken that their sanity might as well have been cut off from the world. However… Ryan didn’t think it was due to the capturing that Tyler had changed, it could’ve been because of… of… him not being able to save Craig that one fucking day.


           Now, you see, Tyler was seeing someone. He went by the name of Craig—his last name was unknown, just to keep him safe—and he was just a civilian, just like how Ryan was for a moment. The two started dating, yes, and then (almost typically) it escalated. Being engaged, Ryan knew just how much over-protection Craig had to face. Now, it was the same for Ryan, Craig had a choice to either remain the civilian or join. He chose the latter, and the most utterly humorous code was given: MiniLadd, and mind you, he was short. But then again, he was taller than Ryan. When he moved in, Craig instantly took over the technology side of things, being the only thing he actually wanted to do. He rarely held a gun, knowing that Tyler was the type to follow him around with one.


           That was their downfall. Being Ryan, he didn’t hold a gun himself when they went out to the park three years ago. Taking Sam along, they were extra vulnerable, but how could they even suspect an attack at noon, when the sun is shining, and dozens of people are out on the streets? Ryan remembered the gun shot; loud and crisp, causing both to snap around and find the source. Keeping Sam behind him, Ryan kept his eyes wide open for anyone, but of course, the light was too much for his dark-preferred vision. Then the next thing they heard was the gun shot to his leg. Clean, through and through. Caused him to stagger, but caught himself, trying to not push his entire weight on his son, whom he kept close. Then another gun shot. Now this time, it was ugly. Time slowed, he noticed, and the lights in the eyes had flashed as the bullet made contact and ripped through the chest. He didn’t remember screaming, but he did remember catching him just before he could reach the ground. The groan that tore through was enough for Sam to grab his parent’s phone and call the one emergency number: Jonathan. The seven-years-old kept his focus on hurrying his other parent instead of watching Ryan collapsing onto the ground, keeping the almost-dying in his grasp.


           “Craig!” Ryan had cried out, keeping his hand pressed upon the gun shot wound. But it was… it was hard. Ryan recognised the sound of the gun, and he did want to do something… but… what had been shot at him was a bullet from a fucking .50 BMG. The shot went straight through, and Ryan couldn’t pinpoint just by how much the bullet must have grazed a lung—or the heart. “Come on, please!”


           “It hurts… like… a bitch.” Craig wheezed, trying to hold on, “G- God… if Tyler… fu- fucking sees me like this.” Attempting a laugh, he spluttered out crimson, chest jittering.


           “Craig! You have to not fucking move. Please. The bullet went through and through—Sam, pass me the phone. Quickly!” Receiving the phone from his son, he pressed it against his ear and said with a rush he just noticed, “I’m sorry, Jon, but I have to call Tyler—”


           “Are you hurt!?”


           “No, no. I’m fine—shot in the leg, but it’s not serious. What’s serious is Craig. I’m losing him the more I talk to you and the more you lounge around. He’s been shot by a BMG. Just get here under five minutes.” He ended the call promptly before dialling in Tyler’s number, hands shaking. The phone was answered under a ring and he didn’t even allow Tyler to say a ‘hello’, “Ty, Craig’s been shot. We were ambushed.”


           “What the fuck did you say!?” Tyler had shouted, “did you get shot, too?”


           “Leg’s down. Can’t move it—don’t tell Jon.” Ryan explained with little detail, “we were ambushed by a sniper. About ten storeys up. You gotta keep Craig awake—just until Jon gets here.”


           “Understood. Pass me over—I ain’t losing that fucker to a damned sniper.”


           Once hearing Tyler’s voice, Craig did manage to keep awake, and Ryan did try to at least close the two ends of the wound when they reached the apartment. But… before Tyler and Jonathan could have even make it back—


           The rushed footsteps from Jonathan had perked his ears from when he snapped his head up from having his nose buried into Craig’s neck, the tears growing abundant. His lover’s strong arms enveloped him so tightly, he couldn’t withhold them anymore. “I’m sorry, Ty—Jon.” Ryan said, eyes filled with tears, hands bloody and shaking as he refused to look at both of them in the eyes. “The… the bullet… it tore through. I- I couldn’t do anything h- here since there’s both an entrance wound and an exit wound. I… I told you I wasn’t enough. But you wouldn’t listen. Craig needed more than me—he… he’s gone. I am… I am so sorry.” Breaking into the sob he tried to hold, he remembers being enveloped in Jonathan’s hold, his own body shaking.


           Face froze, gun dropped to the floor, Tyler made a move towards the main living room where both Jonathan and Ryan refused to move anywhere else, the start of the skyline as the utmost ironic backdrop. His feet were dragged and blue met red as he stalked closer and closer; the smell of blood hitting home. Glass lens shattered, skin paled, and eyes were closed. Lungs drew no breath; his fingers were as cold as snow when Tyler took them in his own grasp. The tears no one had seen in so long as sprung to life, and the ugliest of screams erupted, causing Ryan to flinch and bury himself even further into Jonathan’s hold.


           He failed so many people that day, and with another breath draw his eyes—or rather, eye—darting to bring in the view of Tyler—he knew he couldn’t wipe the blood off his skin, no matter how hard he tried. He drew a ragged breath, similar to when Craig nearly lost his and tried again. “T- Ty,” he had wheezed under his breath, ears pricking as Tyler used the name he could never forget; his skin burnt with the remembrance of what happen just an hour ago—no, no, no. He couldn’t take it—not like that, “d- don’t even think about it.” Please, please, please!


“Hm,” Tyler hummed, smirked cocked as he stared into Ryan’s open eye, “don’t think about what? Tormenting you?” With that, Tyler collected a laugh so loud, it brought a bullet to Ryan’s chest as he knew what that one sound meant, “you think I’m done with you just by hurting Sam, or just by painting Hope with a colour we both love to see wrapping around the people we hate, suffocating them to death? You think I am done…” he stooped so low, his hot breath stabbing at the shell of Ryan’s ear, “after claiming you as mine… right in front of him?”


           His world flashed a white he never thought he would ever experience again.


~~~


           “Ma!”


           His heart wanted to break for the hundredth time when he remembered a pair of short arms wrapped around a leg, the warmth—he noticed—being of a little girl’s, “Sam,” he recalled, shouting out to the eldest, “please—get Hope back inside!” Ears already used to the noun his daughter started calling him by, Ryan took hold of the gun that Jonathan left under the table—damn it. It was a handgun! Typical of Jonathan to leave something only he was train enough to use. The windows smashed one by one Ryan keeping his back turned to the one girl and boy, who had dragged themselves into a room Ryan had demanding them to stay within. Both hands on the weapon, sea-green eyes watched as masked men stood, staring at him as he stared at them. Unmoving. “What the fuck is this!?” He screamed, realising the masks were not of Jonathan’s own gang, “I asked a fucking question!”


           “Please.” Said one, sliding past the men to stand in front, the smirk adorning, “no need to be so bossy with me, Ryan.”


           “You fucking pig!” Was the next statement, his back still facing the room, reminding himself to protect the two rather than himself. “You get out of here, and leave the kids the fuck alone at once before I blow a hole in that massive bolt of a brain!” Lifting the gun up, the nozzle was aimed straight at the middle Tyler’s forehead. “Or even worse,” another snarl, “Delirious coming up here and killing you himself.”


           The low chuckle didn’t faze Ryan, knowing the other would opt to make such a sound. He stood his ground, and watched the other scan him. “Look, Ryan.” He said, tilting his head to the side with an amused look on his face—one that Ryan wanted to rip off so very badly, “I don’t want to waste anymore precious time. I am here to get what I want. And I will get what I want, yes?” Ryan shook his head at that, eyes not being removed from the trespasser, “oh? Saying no to something I haven’t even provided details for? What rude. I didn’t know you treat your guests like that. But then again, you are married to Jonathan, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started smelling like him.” Ryan noted the pause without letting himself get thrown off by the fact that Tyler knew Jonathan’s name, and he despised hearing it roll off his tongue, “but I have to say that you not shooting me yet is rather sad, knowing that you would be mowed down to the floor by a dozen magazines.”


           And that was why Ryan didn’t shoot the fucker. If Ryan had collapsed in the spot he had planted himself in, the stray bullets would go flying into the room, hitting the kids and killing them. Only unlucky—or lucky—shots would keep them alive. “Tyler. Craig wouldn’t want you doing this.”


           “Bah!” Tyler huffed, waving said male away as if he was insignificant, “he’s dead—no one can stop me, Ryan. By the way, you do realise that it’s a dozen against one. Like I have said, I will take what I want.”


           “Not what you need?” Ryan asked, glare settling. He knew. He knew Tyler was there to grab him. Not Delirious. Not the kids. Just him. It was his fault that Craig was taken by Death—


           “Not exactly. If I hadn’t told Jonathan to go. You wouldn’t have felt how I felt—but I figured later on that… that I need so much more to endure Craig’s death. And that, I chose what Jonathan had always been fighting for: his family.”


           The shriek tore Ryan’s eardrum, but didn’t stop him from spinning around, finding that his seven-years-old child had been—


           “Tyler!” Ryan screamed, running at the said male. He jumped and pushed him over and onto his spine; the loud thud breaking the atmosphere. Drawing a fist back, he slammed it against Tyler’s jaw, smashing the bone. The dozen men around him were caught off guard when the corners of the room had gone to life; trained from young, those men had melted in with the darkness, enough to call them assassins, not those of a mafia group—they all leapt to grab their own to fight, but some had escaped. Alongside Ryan’s growling, came more and they chased after Tyler’s men as the Boss stayed pinned. “You really think I would sit here alone after what had happened to both Craig and myself!?” Drawing yet another punch, he aimed it for his nose to at least wake the fucker up, but had his fist caught. He drew a groan when his fist was being squeezed—he had injured that had a week ago, and it only barely healed that day.


           Heaving a dark chuckle, the weakness made clear, Tyler spun them around, himself up top and Ryan beneath him. His eyes were wild, screaming out the same blue as Jonathan’s but much brighter. “Utter his name again, and I will hurt you, Ryan.”


           “What? I have a right to say his name, Tyler!” Ryan screamed once again, trying to block out the sounds of his son’s own, “Craig was my friend. A best friend, at that! Everyone was at fault that day! Craig thought it was clear enough to not have me with a gun, Jonathan left me on my own, I thought it was fine to bring my son, and you weren’t around!” He wanted to get him off, but his wrist were wrung in a grasp so hard, he thought he could lose his hands in seconds. “Tyler! Get the fuck off!”


           The wild eyes didn’t dissipate and the assailant turned his head around to make himself face the open windows, ignoring Ryan’s shaking underneath his weight, “get the girl.”


           A gasp tore through, and the frantic shake of his head was what Tyler saw, “no, Tyler—anything but her.” Ryan pleaded, “don’t hurt Hope—it’s me you’re after—” he was cut off by a heaving of air when a man climbed back in. It wasn’t his own man, but Tyler’s. He pushed himself up from the edge and dragged another body with him. And that one… Ryan knew. Blond hair, lean frame… Ryan found his eyesight blurring.


           Bryce was a man whom Ryan picked up months after his loss of Craig. Bryce was only a bartender when they met—a bartender who was being abused. Even Bryce didn’t know why he was being abused, knowing he was the best at his job, but what he did know was that Ryan came into the picture at the right time, severing the arm off his abuser with a mere dagger. Nothing more. Ryan persuaded him to join, and he did, but he still kept his name. Bryce McQuaid was his name, and he was already known after his first night job. He killed five with no back up and only being a part of Jonathan’s team for days. What also made him famous was his fluidity. In his movements, he moved with such a grace and skill, even Luke had awed him for. Blond hair and a lean frame was enough to make their opponents think he wasn’t up for a fight—but he was always up for a fight. Very much like Evan, he favoured the frontal assault and his load-out usually consisted of close ranged weapons. He formed a bond with Ryan so quick, Bryce would lose his life for the male, even if his love wouldn’t be returned in a way Bryce wished it would, knowing that Ryan had two kids and a very scary Boss to take care of—he didn’t mind though.


           “Bryce!” Ryan shouted, trying to get the blond to wake up; trying to get him to save Hope before she could get hurt. “Please, get up! He’s going for Hope!” He shouted again, eyes moving from Bryce to the man edging closer to the room; the girl’s sobs wrecking Ryan’s chest, “stay away from her!” The sudden outburst threw Tyler off guard and was thrown off—Bryce (who just woken up from the punch to his face) grabbed Tyler and kept him on his feet and in his spot so Ryan could run after Tyler’s goon. His arms grabbed at the male and he spun him on his heels, throwing a fist at his neck—blood splattered and the familiar eyes widened. “S- Scott!?” But he didn’t let that fly over him. He tossed hi—Scott away and stood guard of the door where he still heard his daughter’s sobbing behind, “how dare you leave Jonathan for the likes of him!?” Again with the screaming.


           “As if you would notice!” Scott’s reply caused his stomach to churn, “you, out of all people, would know just how much Craig meant to me—to Tyler. You caused his death, Ryan. You caused a lot of deaths over the past few years, including Marcel’s!” Not even bothering to wait for Ryan’s response, he flung out the dagger Ryan recognised and drove it into his shoulder, digging into the muscle and bone and pinning him to the door he protected. “I wish that Tyler can kill off Jonathan, so that I can finally breathe. But before that, don’t you think it is wise to kill off you before ridding the City of its… ‘protector’?”


           “Scott.” Another wheeze, “please. I beg you. Don’t hurt her—”


           “Ma!”


           Again, Ryan lost his attention. Face adorned with cuts and bruises, Sam’s face took over his blurred sight and he failed to feel himself being peeled away from the door and tossed to the wall behind Scott—he was pinned there again by a pair of hands he wished could just not touch him. His son being withheld by a man he did not know; and Bryce had fallen to the floor, his own eyes wide as he watched. He had his head turned over his shoulder to see his daughter being grabbed by Scott, her arm turning a nasty red by the grip.


           “L- let go of mama!” He heard Hope scream, trying her best to tear herself away even if her beg was for Ryan.


           “Sorry, but no can do, sweetheart.” Tyler chuckled, licking at his canines. The look on Hope’s face was enough to make Ryan’s heart go into an oblivion he never knew had existed. He knew he had failed her when he saw that expression on her face. “He’s mine for today.” The pause was deadly enough to wreck a cry out of Hope and when Tyler spoke, she lost it, “have fun with her, Scott.”


           “No!” Ryan cried out, turning violent against Tyler’s hold, “please, don’t!”


           The flurry of movements was enough to let Ryan scream again. Sam was shoved into the store with a force Ryan thought would have hurt him more than he already was, and Hope was taken into his room; both doors were locked in seconds—


           Bryce attacked at the man who locked Sam in, causing Tyler to drag Ryan away to avoid the fight. “Ryan!” The blond shouted after hitting the other on the head with the butt of the gun he stole. He spun on his heels but had been caught by strong arms wrapped around his torso, restricting him from running after Ryan. “You!” He growled, noticing Tyler was so very close to the edge of the room where the windows were blown open. Beneath was a fall of 11-storeys— “let go of him, right now!” He yelled again, driving his knew weapon—a Swiss army knife—down the length of his captor’s torso (or whatever area he could reach) to get himself out of the hold he was locked within.


           Ryan felt his spine being pressed against Tyler, torso and abdomen had arms snaked around. He lost all movement in his dominant arm, the dagger was lost, but the gaping hole was still there. The image of red brought the panic to life again—the image of Craig’s lifeless body was on the couch when Ryan remembered having went to the bathroom to clean the bandages. The moment he knew Craig was gone… he knew he was done for.


           “Excuse me.” Tyler snorted, breaking Ryan away from his memory, “but didn’t I tell you that he’s mine for today?”


           With a single movement, Ryan felt his neck being overcome by a set of teeth that were too sharp for any human—only Tyler. Some sort of hot fluid—blood?—ran down the length of his neck. The lap of a tongue give him a shiver, but nothing more as the words just died at the back of his throat.


           “You bastard!” Bryce screamed, gun aimed for Tyler, “I said to fucking let him go!” He couldn’t shoot yet—the look registered on Ryan’s face was making him hesitate so much.


           “You know…” The whisper was deadly, “I cannot wait to hurt you.” With the single sentence, Tyler pulled away and when he did, the flash of blue arrived in his view; forcing his vision to move towards it, he cocked a nasty sneer towards the light and noticed it was camera—he bloody knew who the fuck was watching and said so loud and clear, it made Ryan tremble, “have a fucking pleasant night, Jonny.”


           With heels over the edge, Tyler tipped himself over the edge, and brought Ryan with him; the last look from the latter was—


           The interactive table was blown out by a silver dagger being driven from one corner to another. The jaggy breathing from Jonathan was plenty for Evan to know he was furious and would not hesitate to bring down trepidation onto the whole universe—and the former would allow him to do so. “That fucker!” He screamed, pulling the dagger out and spinning on his feet to toss the dagger straight into another computer screen. His breathing rumbled in his chest and he collapsed—the arms trying to keep him standing couldn’t hold him. “This is what I’m seeing now!? Two weeks after he was taken from me!?”


           “Jon, for the love your sanity.” His best friend beseeched, “don’t do this to yourself.”


           “How can I not!?” Jonathan acted as if it was too late to save him, “I lost Ryan two weeks ago! And only now am I watching the feed! Did you even see just how Tyler was behaving or even how he was treating him!? Huh, Luke!? Did you not see!?”


           The sobs were harsh cries of incoherence; knuckles turning a horrid white from gripping the edge of the table in a hold too tight. Luke and Evan could only work out the words of a plead to keep Ryan alive and safe. To bring him back. But none of them knew where he was. None of them knew how far Tyler had taken him. In the corner, Evan moved and muffled the sounds of light whimpers with his arms that snaked around the child’s body. “Pa.” Sam said through the hisses of sobs he had left escaping.


           “It’s going to be okay,” Evan promised with a twinge in his face as the boy in his grasp had shivered, “Ryan’s going to be okay.” He did try to keep his voice levelled, but with a seven-years-old kid relying on mere words… he knew it wasn’t enough, nonetheless, he did try. “We’ll save him—your father’s going to do everything he can to help him. We promise you. You know we do.”


           “Look, Jon. I know it’s been weeks ever since you last saw Ryan, but you have to wake the fuck up!” Okay, he did remember there was a child in the room, but heck, he was losing Jonathan. “Tyler didn’t take either Bryce, Hope or Sam. He took Ryan—I don’t know how to explain, but don’t you have at least a part of him here!? Come on, Jon, you’re a lot stronger than this!”


           Even if no words were shared, Evan stole eye contact with Luke, who just didn’t say anything to the promise Evan made, or even said anything to continue. On a side note, Jonathan made no move to counter his words, nor did he do anything for that matter. He was a mess, a darkness without any source of light to keep him sane. He knew how Tyler felt then. How much it hurt to have his love one stolen. Jonathan… somewhere within him, knew it was going to be difficult to get Ryan back, but he didn’t care if he lost a limb… lost an eye, or even lost his life to getting Ryan back. The kids were better off with him anyway, and Ryan had the capabilities of a Mafia Boss to take care of the city.


           “Don’t even dare think about that.”


           Shit, was Jonathan thinking aloud?


           “And don’t give me that look, either.” Was what Luke said from Jonathan’s silence, “look, Ryan would kill you himself if he was here. I would, too, but what’s keeping Tyler in his cage is you. You have the majority of the city under your control, you know this city like the back of your hand. The streets, the alleys—the map of the area are your veins and arteries, not Tyler’s.” A pause, and he threw another look towards Evan where his eyes rested upon the silver band securing his ring finger, “I don’t know how it feels to lose someone I love, so I cannot help you in that… but I can help you to get Ryan back. He’s a friend I’ve known for so long, and I cannot lose him to a bastard who has lost his mind.” Another pause as he brought Jonathan close to his chest, feeling the sobs wrecking, “you need to catch yourself before I lose you, Jon. Please… I don’t want to lose you either. Nor would Evan. You have kids to attend to.”


           Hope.


           Jonathan smacked the gasp right out of his lungs as he snapped out of Luke’s hold; his own tunnel vision working, he stormed out of the debriefing room and into the door at the right corner of the room; he opened the door and bolted down the corridor to yet another door—he slammed that door open and saw Bryce turning his head around. “She…” He faltered at the sight of wires and whatnot caged the two-years-old, and trapped her to the bed. Nearly-blonde, wavy hair stuck to her skin as her eyebrows stayed furrowed, her eyes closed as if she was having a nightmare. Not bothering to finish her sentence, he ran towards the bed at the end of the room, and stood by her side—the silence so strong, it stunk. “Is she… alright?”


           “She’s fine,” said Bryce, “nothing major—or too major. Her wrists still need to heal from her trying to escaping them, and her arms full of bruises, nothing more. Her legs are fine, just that her feet have cuts, probably caused by the splinters in the floorboards. Scott—” he knew Jonathan had gone through the feed taken form the camera, “—didn’t hurt her as much as I thought he would. I think Ryan had gotten through his head before disappearing. Look, Jon… Hope’s fine. But I think she may need to see Ryan as soon as you can get him back,” he continued, now looking towards Jonathan with a plead in his eyes, “she misses him so much—she called out to him a dozen times.”


           “I…” Jonathan tried to speak, but the tears wouldn’t allow him, “I… I want to save him so badly. I want to hold him again—but I don’t even know where he is. I can no longer predict where Tyler is going with him. He… the last time he saw Hope was when she was dragged into the room, and the last time he saw Sam was when the…those cuts and bruises took over his face—Ryan’s been having these nightmares of Tyler and Craig ever since that day—I feel like I’m losing him.” With that said, he mindlessly rubbed the ring on his finger, biting at his lip which caused Bryce to notice his actions, “I… I’m failing him as we speak—I can’t—”


           “You can, and you will.” Bryce said, standing up, “Hope’s blood pressure has dropped ever since you started talking, and Sam,” he pointed towards to door to show Jonathan, “has stopped crying. You might be failing Ryan, but for him, you are not. You’ve been protecting him for three years now. Sam finally reached seven years, and Hope’s now two. Three years is enough for Ryan. Three years is enough for you. You have eyes all over the city. And you may not have realised, but we have Brock down in the South. He’s still one of ours, Jon. He’s Evan’s good friend, remember?”


           Jonathan lifted his head and saw Evan by the door, dark brown eyes matching his gaze. Luke shuffled nervously by the Asian’s side and Sam did stop crying, but his eyes were still glazed. Their Boss sighed, wiping at his eyes before going to his knees, arms out to tell Sam to— “come here.”


           Sam didn’t hesitate and ran towards Jonathan, injured arms flinging around his father’s neck. But he didn’t cry. He didn’t whimper or even shake. He was firm, sniffing back a cry, but he was calm. You are so much like him. Jonathan thought to himself as he stood, carrying Sam and planting him by Hope’s side. Thought adopted, he was facing a mirror image of himself, black hair and blue eyes with a hint of green in those irises. He raked his fingers through his son’s hair and he held Sam’s hand, and then Hope’s hand; “I- I know it has been a fortnight ever since we lost Ma, but I- I promise to save him… in any way I can.”


           “Thank you… Papa.”


           Hope. Was the voice that rung in his ears as he watched the mesmerising sea-green eyes facing his own sea, and the smile that mirrored his lover’s own, that’s the name you wanted to name her, Ryan. You wanted me to protect both her and Sam with everything I have, and I will. Just promise me that you will protect yourself and find a way out.


           There was a silence Jonathan knew he was going to have in return, but he didn’t mind. He had his son and daughter by his side, and that was what was going to drive him into a world he could get lost within. But he also had Bryce, Evan and Luke in there to catch him if he were to fall.


           I promise, Jon. But don’t get killed.


           The voice made Jonathan pull away from the kids, eyes frantic to find the source of the voice—but he knew he was just imagining it. It sounded so much like Ryan, he thought he was going insane… and he really was. If he didn’t find Ryan soon, he would really lose all his humanity. But before Luke could realise something was wrong (and being the detailed bastard he was, Jonathan hated him for that), he coughed once to clear his throat and said, “I want security doubled at all fronts.”


           “Understood.” Was the word that came from somewhere on Jonathan’s right.


           Despite being shocked by an injured men saying what they said, he turned his attention towards another. “Evan, you’re going to take care of Sam and Hope because I trust you with them. That means the three of us,” at that moment, his eyes flitted over from Evan to Luke, then to Bryce, “are going to find Ryan, even if it is the last thing we do.” Jonathan paused to cup at Sam’s cheeks, eyes burying into his son’s own, “I want you to promise me that you will never leave Hope alone. And you will not follow us after Ma, do you understand?”


           There was a slight hesitation, but the seven-years-old knew it was safer to follow his father’s command, “y- yeah, Pa… I won’t leave Hope alone.”


           So much like me, huh. Jonathan withheld the chuckle despite the hate in his chest.


~~~


        “Scott.” Brock whispered by the said male’s side when he moved to the sink to wash the red off his hands, “come on.” His tone changed with a warmth that made Scott pause for a second, “you know you cannot let Tyler do that to Ryan. You know it’s so wrong, and you know Craig’s watching all of this.”


           With a snap, Scott turned round to face Brock, “he killed him, Brock!” Scott had fought back with a hiss, the anger washing over like a flood, “he let Craig get killed!”


           Brock felt the irritation in his blood rise along with the feeling of… of whatever emotion it was, fighting to scratch at Scott’s face. “But you know it wasn’t his fault to begin with!”


           The voice bounced off walls and into the shadows. The room was the infirmary. Lined with bandages, alcohol and gauzes were a familiar sight Brock was accustomed to when he was back in the north of the city. Being a medic as well, Brock had joined Tyler in that rank, and had to tend to Ryan for the nth time again for the third week. No matter how hard he tried, Ryan’s arms were still blotched with bruises and wounds, and his legs were at their worst. His face was left alone—thank goodness—but his eyes held nothing but tears. He knew Ryan wasn’t even paying attention anymore, and Scott noticed that, too.


           “Excuse me, Brock.” A small, dark chuckle threw Brock into a standstill, “if it weren’t for Ryan’s idea to go out and into open space, they wouldn’t get shot at!”


           “That is the point!” Brock was so thankful for the infirmary being sound-proof, “they were shot at. Not Craig alone, but Ryan had lost his leg that day! And besides, they were shot with a BMG, if I may remind you for the gazillionth from what I was told by Jonathan, himself. It’s a sniper over a handgun, if Ryan had taken a weapon along.” Brock said as if trying to say that Scott was being really narrow minded to not have realised that, “do you really think, even if Luke’s amazing gun skills, could he take out a sniper that stood storeys above the both them? And may I say that Ryan had no clue as to where the guy was going to shoot at?”


           Scott wanted to say more, but Brock being Brock, didn’t allow him to say anything.


           “You know that this is the worst form of torment a body can withstand. You saw the looks on their faces when they lost Ryan to a monster like Tyler. His lower half in nothing but swollen and a bloodied mess, and I don’t even think I can clean him without him feeling tortured by Tyler himself. You have to stop Tyler before he lose him all together. Please, Scott.” Brock tried again, his hand grasping Ryan’s own, but with a pressure so light, Brock even believed it might break his bones again. “You can’t have Ryan go through it like this—he took care of Marcel until the end, did he not? Because I know he took care of Brian, too.” A pause, “he’s still alive, you know? I mean, both Marcel and Brian. They’re just still in the coma Ryan had placed them under. He didn’t want Marcel to wake up with a nightmare in front of his eyes. But I did hear that he’s planning to wake him up sooner than expected because he knows you miss him.”


           “Brian?”


           “Yeah, remember? Terroriser?” And yes, Brock didn’t want to started another war with Scott by saying if that was all he heard, “he was a complete nut case, but he gets his job done. I almost lost him in a bullet storm when we were on a job—it was my fault because I wanted to get it over with, but it was also his fault for underestimating the boss we had to get rid of.” Brock explained, but didn’t shift his frown to a smile, “Marcel’s alive, Scott.”


           “How the heck is that even possible, huh?” Scott demanded to know, the glare being sent straight to Brock, “Marcel was shot at the back of his head and the bullet escaped through his cheek.”


           “He wasn’t dead, though, Scott. You just didn’t see it in an angle that I did. The bullet grazed the side of his head. He has a scar to prove it, too.” He made clear, “looks, speaking about this… I do not doubt that Craig is gone.”


           “What?”

         

           “He’s not.” Brock said, eyes staying on Ryan’s broken self, “I think Ryan being Ryan, had managed to get him back the day Tyler went rogue. I know he refused to bury Craig; he refused to let him go, and we all didn’t know why. But when I saw the guy… I had, and until today, have a feeling Craig isn’t gone and that is because I sa—”


           “He’s… still… a ghost.” That new voice shocked both Brock and Scott; sea-green eyes met a white ceiling, then the two faces. One he was so happy to see, and the other… he was relieved to have seen despite the malice growing in his heart. “I… managed to pull him back after… Tyler stormed out. He… didn’t say… a- anything, but just… he just… watched me talking. The wound… it was… he wouldn’t say anything. I… managed to close both sides…. but I knew he needed a hospital… so… so I took him there. They saved him. I wanted to tell Tyler, but Jonathan had cut all ties with him.” Now having that off his chest, Ryan could speak without stopping, “I brought Brock here to at least tell that to Tyler, but I guess the guy won’t listen to anyone now. I don’t blame him for that decision. I know Jonathan would have done the same thing if I had been the one who lost a life that day.” A pause, “Scott. Talk to him, please. I want out of here.”


           Should he let—?


           “I want to see Hope.”


           His chest blew to a million pieces. He still had his humanity. He still did, and he still did notice. He… yes, everything was wrong. But… Tyler… he had every right. He lost Craig, and still believed that he did. Craig was everything to him, and he lost him before they could even get married. It was a nightmare to watch Tyler succumb to the darkness. But… he couldn’t lose him, either. Tyler was a man he promised to take care of, not lose him to a force none of them to evade from.


           “Scott… please. Not for me, and not for Jon. But for Sam and Hope. They’re everything to me.” Ryan continued to beg, pulling his hand away from Brock’s hold and to grasp at Scott’s. “I want to say goodbye, at least.” Another pause, “please, Scott. I’m not even going to Jonathan, if you’re wondering. I just want to see the kids… that is it.”


           “Does Jon know about Craig?” Scott asked, ignoring Ryan.


           “No.” He breathed, “he does not.”


           “Then get out.” Scott said, still not looking at either Brock or Ryan—he didn’t realise, but he had already made it to the only door and held the knob in his hands; his head was turned so that he could look over his shoulder, “I will create some type of 15-minute-window, so go. But promise me you will not see Jon.”


           It was a mistake Ryan had made, but he knew it was smart to not see Jonathan, and so. he nodded and took a quick look at Brock, before looking towards Scott, “I promise.”


           With that, the door closed and Brock went to work. He grabbed fresh clothes and puled them to cover Ryan’s bandages. It was all slow, but fast enough so that Ryan had enough time to leave. Knowing the place like the back of his hand, Brock remembered an exit only he and Scott knew—he grabbed at Ryan’s arm and secured it around his neck before cupping his other hand underneath Ryan’s knees. “Sorry, Ry. But we need to move fast.”


           “I- I got it.” Ryan whimpered with the feeling climb up his legs—he didn’t know he was that hurt.


           The two raced down the hall, breaths panting for different reasons. The secret passage was underground, Brock remembered—just like how Jonathan’s hide out had been like. Only five minutes had passed, far longer than Brock calculated, but that was only because Ryan made him stop so he could at least remember he was in Brock’s arms and not Tyler’s. The next five minutes was evading guards. Now some of them had grown to like Ryan, and let them pass, but some… didn’t. Brock had to fight them, of course, but tried to not use his primary way of attack because Tyler had the knack of spotting who exactly had what fighting style.


           Brock noticed how his shirt was bunched in a fist, made too tightly for broken knuckles to endure. He realised just how much Ryan had been tortured the past fortnight, and he couldn’t do anything to stop Tyler—and now everything was up to Scott, how may be killed because of what Brock and Ryan are doing right then. But at least the former did tell Scott that Marcel’s alive. “Brock, please.” The beg was quiet, “it- it’s too much.”


           “I am so sorry, Ryan. I know it’s too much, but we’re almost there.”


           The fear grew within Ryan, but he had to trust Brock. He wasn’t Tyler—he was his friend. He was trusted by Craig. There was nothing to worry about but the image of a sneer was too much for Ryan at that point, having seen it too many times for him to count. He blinked harshly to keep the tears at the back of his eyes; just to have him see Hope and Sam, Brock didn’t stop for a breather—wait. There it was. The exit. A silver door with only two guards standing there. Ryan knew them. Lui and Nogla. He missed them.


           “Brock?” Lui called out, lowering his gun as he saw the male run towards the exit, “who is that you’re holding—wait… is that Ryan!?”


           “Shit!” Nogla exasperated, “what the heck happened?”


           Because they were always positioned underground, they never knew what was going up on the surface. They knew Tyler had kidnapped someone, but they didn’t know that someone had been their former friend and former boss’ boyfriend. “He did it again.” Brock said, stopping by their sides, “a dozen times now.” The words caused Ryan to bury himself deeper in Brock’s hold.


           “Don’t tell me that Tyler did that to the point he’s…” a gulp, “he’s broken…”


           I am already broken from the start. Ryan wanted to say, but forced himself to not speak. He spoilt the lives of Sam and Hope in less than a bloody hour, and he left it for Jon to see. Both through a feed and through seeing it with his own eyes.


           “He can be saved,” Brock said, not letting the way Ryan had gone almost limp in his arms, “he needs to see Sam and Hope, please don’t sto—”


           He wanted to say more, of course, but the growl had caught all of them in a prison so cold, their blood had gone to a rigid freeze in seconds. “What in the absolute fuck!?” Tyler’s voice rained down an anger everyone shivered at; even if Tyler was on the surface, his voice was loud enough to be heard in the underground passage “where the fuck did they go, Scott!?”


           Lui was struck with a shock, but open the door after catching himself nevertheless, “go on,” a pause, “we’ll be behind you.”


           “You’ve got to be kidding with me, Lui!” Nogla snarled, pulling Lui away from the exit, “you know how dangerous Tyler gets when he’s angry!”


           “We’re losing Ryan as we speak, Daithi!” Lui fought, re-stealing his arm from Nogla’s hold, “I doubt Ryan will let Jon see him in that state. His top priority are the kids, don’t tell me you won’t allow for him to do so.” When Nogla didn’t say anything, the shorter male turned back to Brock and said, “get out of here.”


           Brock nodded and escaped into the night, not turning back. He knew he ran for a good ten minutes when he realised that both Lui and Nogla were running after him. What he didn’t realise was that Ryan had jumped from being carried and landed on his feet and ran on ahead—when he did become aware, he noticed the way in which his shoulder started shaking, and the sob was going to wreck him if he didn’t release it. “Ryan!” He called out, voice firm though faltering, “don’t lose yourself!”


           Ryan disregarded Brock’s request and kept running. His feet pushed himself off the ground and started sprinting away despite the pain growing in every single corner of his body. Ryan just kept running and his vision waltzed—after only a mere three blocks did he finally choke on that sob that he tried to hold and forced himself to stop. I am so sorry. He lurched forward, and there was a deadly shriek dampening into his hand. His muscles burnt into a fire too hot for him to stand, his heart raced and screamed, and the rain started to pour once again that week. He fell to his knees, and pounded his fists onto the ground that stopped him from falling. Blaring droplets contacted the ground; the tears finally escaped. He felt warm hands on his shoulders, making him stand and leading him to the nearest shelter. He didn’t even take into account that he collapsed, letting gravity take over and friction to disappear. Those arms released his body, and he fell to his knees. His nails clawed at the cracked pavement, fingertips wounded again by the chipped edges. His fingers dug deep, blood now mixing in with the course of the rain.


           Two weeks, Jon. You haven’t seen me for two weeks, and I am so stupid to have promised to not see you. I’m so stupid.

Goodbyes and Hello's (KAI/OC/CHANYEOL) ONE SHOT

*Where you went through a break up with Kai, and meet Chanyeol a couple of months later*

Love can be a poisonous paradise. One minute, your body is filled with bliss, your eyes are only focusing on that one special person and your heart is beating a hundred miles per hour just because of their touch. Then the next minute your body is trembling, your eyes are stinging because of the tears that were threatening to spill out, and your heart would feel like it had been tossed carelessly over a balcony that was 100 stories high just because of two little words.

“We’re over,” he declares with a hint of carelessness in his voice. Confusion washed over me and I desperately searched his face for any sign of regret or hurt, but disappointment only greets me. His eyes were no longer filled with the bright light that was once gazing at me. But instead, it was replaced with a bitter cold stare. He was like a different person.

“What?” I managed to choke out. My breathing was uneven. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my jeans to prevent the pain in my chest from growing, but of course, it didn’t work. It only hurt more.

He abruptly stood up from the brown beat up sofa and made his way towards me. He stopped at exactly two feet away, keeping his distance. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out a small object that sparkled brightly under the dim living room lights. “Here,” he says firmly, grabbing my wrist and pried my palm open. The object was placed gently on exactly in the middle of my small palm. I let out a low bitter laugh. He always needed to be a perfectionist.

I clutched the ring tightly, as if I was squeezing a poor little bug to death. My blood was boiling to the point that you could see the steam coming out of my ears. I could feel his stare burn through me, expecting me to shed an ocean and beg him to stay, but he should really lower his expectations.

“Just go, Kai” I whispered loud enough for him to hear. I resisted the urge to stare into his eyes one more time and ask if he was sure about this. It would only show him that I’m too dependable on him.

He nodded, not even hesitating one bit to obey my command. My throat tightened as I had a whiff of his cologne for the last time as he sauntered past me. My mind was screaming for him to come back and embrace me. But unless he had telepathy, he disappeared out the door.

As soon as the sound of the door closing reached my ears, I hurled the useless ring with all my might across the room. Without caring where that stupid thing landed, I stomped into my room and threw myself onto my bed, letting all my blankets and stuffed animals embrace me. I roughly wiped the tears that were sliding down my face away with my sleeve. My body froze when my eyes landed on the hoodie that I was wearing— it was his’.

I rested my head against my tears stained pillow and sobbed even harder. The four plain walls and my pillow could only hear my cries of frustration and anger. I didn’t know what I did wrong. Just yesterday, we were strolling around my favorite bookstore with our hands intertwining with each other and laughing mirthfully as if nothing’s wrong. And that’s when it struck me. He was being too nice. He was being too affectionate. He was just faking and hoping that I wouldn’t hurt as much for the next day to come. How selfish of him.

For the rest of the night, I let my damp pillow listen to my feelings and letting out all of my emotions into the crumpled up tissues that were now scattered on the floor. It took painstakingly slow for me to get some shut eye, but little by little, my eyelids agreed with my body and I finally got some rest.


Hours, days, weeks have passed. Every morning was Hell– he wasn’t there. Instead of his warm body greeting me every morning, my skin was now being nipped by the bitter cold air that hung thick in the air. My head felt as if it was smashed into a wall a few million times, and my lungs lacked oxygen from the stuffy nose.

Every morning was the same; dried mascara and tears stained my cheeks, my under eye circles were darker than my computer screen, my hair was a complete mess, and I lacked all motivation to even do anything.

My eyes basically popped out of its sockets when I discovered what time it was—10:54 a.m. Oh my god, my boss is going to kill me. I won’t have enough time to write out my will. He’s going to skin me alive. I dashed out of the house as fast as I could, but not without stepping on something sharp that made me hug my foot in pain.

“Dammit,” I scowled at the ring. His ring. The silver ring that I didn’t even bother to pick up after that night. Every second that, that object stayed on my palm, it ached and burned. I stuffed the ring in my pocket and was on my way.

The ride to work was nerve-wracking. How was I supposed to explain to my heartless and hairless boss that I overslept because I spent all night bawling my eyes out because my boyfriend dumped me?

“Sorry I’m late!” I announced out of breath as I bursted into the 50’s styled restaurant. All the diner’s eyes landed on me, wondering if this unkempt female was in her right mind today. I sent them a sheepish smile and muttered a few sorry’s.

“Tsk, tsk. Again?” A voice chirped, making me startled. I turned around and rolled my eyes when I recognized that it was my co-worker, Miya. “You look like crap right now,” she deadpanned.

“Wow, thanks,” I replied sarcastically. I didn’t even have to deny it. It was true. I didn’t even bother to cover up my under eye circles with concealer. Sighing with a heavy heart, I grabbed my apron and tightly tied it around my hip.

“Don’t worry about boss, he’s not here today. And go to table 5, Felecia told me that they just arrived,” she ordered, handing me my notepad and pen. I nodded and stepped foot out of the kitchen, but was only to pulled back by Miya.

I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion, but quickly grasped the situation. She held up a finger and pulled something out of her pocket— concealer. Oh, why am I not surprised? It only took her a few seconds to apply it evenly on. I glanced at the mirror and was impressed with her work. She had blended in the concealer so well that it looked as if I had flawless skin. She should really quit being a waitress and take up being a make up artist.

I thanked her and rushed to my table. My heart dropped when I saw the person who was sitting at table 5. “How may I help you, Kai” I asked, plastering a fake cheery grin on my face at the person in front of me. My heart clenched when he met my eyes. All the emotions from weeks ago came rushing back. I clutched my pen and firmly pressed the ballpoint down onto my notepad.

“Actually, I just need my ring, then I’ll be on my way,” he replied, his voice was sickly sweet. Oh, what are the odds?

He looked like he wanted to say more, but before he could, I fished the ring out of my pocket, along with mine on my finger and slammed it onto the table. As soon as the silver ring left my finger, I immediately regretted it. I’ve never once dared to take that ring off before. It felt empty now.

“Anything else I can get for you?” I asked bitterly, my voice was laced with a venom so poisonous, that it could kill an elephant in a heartbeat. I avoided his gaze and stared down at my notepad instead. I could feel his eyes roaming my face, searching for any lingered emotions towards him. Déjà vu, much?

I was determined to not reveal any emotions in front of him. Not even half an ounce. He could never see me at my weakest point. I won’t give him the satisfaction that he had won.

After handing him disappointment on a silver platter, he shook his head. He gnawed on his bottom lip. “I’ll go now,” he muttered, standing up. I took a step back and let him walk away from me for the second time. My eyes trailed after him out the door and him getting into his car. There was an unfamiliar figure sitting next to him. It took me a second or two for my vision to focus on the person. When it did, I wish it hadn’t.

There was a girl next to him. From what I could tell, she was stunning. Petite face, feminine gestures, flawless skin, and silky black hair that stayed above her stomach. She was everything that I wasn’t. She was being affectionate with him, and I guess he liked that, because he returned every ounce of it. The look in his eyes said it all. He was happy with her. He cared for her. Shoot, maybe he even loved her. He sent her his famous one sided smile that used to make my knees weak, and leaned in for a kiss.

I blinked away the tears and adverted my attention elsewhere. The pain in my heart overpowered my previous façade I had put on. I quickly rushed out of the diner and ran as fast as I could, ignoring the protests from Miya and my other co workers.

As soon as I turned around the corner of the diner, my body collided with someone else’, making both of us drop down onto the ground. Soon enough, I felt a damp burning liquid soak through my hoodie, making me wince in pain. I mentally cursed at myself for not wiping the tears away first before dashing out of there

“I’m sorry!” I sniffed, unconsciously taking the stranger’s large hand with my small ones and helped them up.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going. Oh god, are you okay? I’m sorry!” The stranger gasped when they saw the coffee stained hoodie. And just like any other cliché movie, I glanced up at him and our eyes connected. His hazel eyes were filled with worry, making me a little bit guilty. My eyes lingered on his’ for a few more seconds until I forced myself to look away.

I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah, I’m okay. It’s nothing big,” I stammered while trying to wipe off as much coffee as I can. I opened my mouth to say more, but I couldn’t utter a word out.

“Are you okay?” He asked once again. But this time, the attractive stranger placed his hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eye. Darn, those hazel eyes.

“You just asked me t—”

“No, I mean you have tears in your eyes and I know for a fact that, that’s not from the coffee because I ordered it at a kid’s temperature,” he replied, narrowing his eyes at me suspiciously. In just one swift move, he brought his thumb to my cheek and wiped the lonely tear that sliding down away. Wow, he was courageous and observant.

I stayed silent for a few seconds, just letting my eyes wander around his facial features. His round hazel eyes were basically bulging out of its sockets from worry. His lips looked a little chapped from the cold air embracing every aspect of it, and his cheeks were tinted red, also because of the bitter cold. My eyes trailed down to his sharp jawline. I was afraid I’d cut myself if my finger softly brushed it. He really was attractive.

“Kid’s temperature?” I raised my eyebrow, changing the subject. I wasn’t about to tell a someone I just bumped into on the sidewalks my failed love life. Especially when I didn’t even know their name.

He retreated his hand from my face and I shivered from the lack of warmth. He stuck his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “I’m usually an impatient person. It takes A LOT of time for the coffee to cool down, so I get it at a kids’ temperature,” he emphasized like a little kid. The corners of my lips tugged upwards just a little, and I shook my head at his silliness.

Suddenly, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. I scrunched my eyebrows, wondering what made him this excited. “Hey! I got a smile out of you!” he pointed out, grinning from ear to ear. Unconsciously, my smile grew wider.

“You shouldn’t cry, you know. You look prettier when you smile,” he said softly, bringing his hands to the corners of my lips and tugging them upwards. I felt the heat quickly rush up to my cheeks. I chuckled and lightly smacked his hands away. He pouts and puts his hands up in surrender.

“Oh!” he suddenly clapped, making me jump back a bit. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Park Chanyeol” he smiled.

“I’m Kim Ahn, the girl who was crying because she found out that her ex was cheating on her,” I joked, returning the sincere smile. He was taken back for a moment, but played along anyways.

“Well Kim Ahn, once again, I’m Park, the guy who’s about to beat some ass.” I’ve never laughed harder in my life. His height was definitely an advantage, but this happy virus could never get in a fight. I glanced over at him, seeing how he always had that mirthful smile on his face.

And you know what? For a second, the pain that was tugging at my heart vanished because of him. Just for a second.

Yet again, I was debating whether I should post this or not, but here it is anyways. I’m sorry if it’s long! I hope you guys enjoyed it. :)

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Crawl - All Five Parts in One Post!

I’ve had a request to post Crawl as one big thing, so here it is in it’s entirety.

Crawl - Part One

I’ve wanted to write some TWD/Daryl Dixon fanfic for a while and this is my first step into it. This work is incomplete and I have more I want to write for this but I just want to see what the reaction is and whether people will like it. I hope you enjoy, if so please comment below?


CHAPTER ONE
The sun is high in the sky and Eliza blows through her mouth trying to push the bangs from her forehead. She’s not been with the group in Alexandria long, and despite having survived on her own for a good long while, she’s slowly getting used to the safety of the walls, the comfort of the beds and the showers. The people seem friendly enough, apart from this guy who seems to have a metal rod shoved so far up his backside. But as she’s part of a community now, she has to show her willingness to help even if that means going out on runs with someone who hates her.

‘Will ya stop movin’ so much?!’ Daryl’s voice drawls, breaking Eliza from her reverie. She rolls her eyes, literally since they left the safety of the community she has done nothing but lightly grip his leather jacket to keep her steady on his bike. ‘I’m not moving Daryl!’ She sees his jaw clench ‘I can feel ya moving.’ Eliza bites her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing, remembering the way her momma always use to say ladies shouldn’t curse ‘Ok Daryl…’ under her breath she whispers ‘I’ll just stop breathin’ too shall I?!’ The speed of the bike slows down as they approach their destination. An abandoned petrol station with one of those little convenient stores. Chances are it’s already been looted in the early days but they’re not necessarily looking for day to day essentials, tins of food would be great but they’re hoping to find batteries and things like aspirin. As soon as the bike comes to a stop Eliza dismounts and puts as much distance as she can between herself and Daryl. She pushes her bangs from her head and breathes out, causing her flushed cheeks to swell out like a blowfish.

‘Too hot for ya Princess?’ Daryl scowls at her and throws his crossbow over his shoulder, before she has time to respond he starts bossing her round ‘I’ll go check out the back, you stay here and do a quick sweep of those bushes over there.’ He walks round the building loading his bow, poised and ready for action. Eliza walks over to the bushes cautiously and unsheathes her knife from the carry pouch on her jeans. ‘Fuckin’ asshole’ There are couple of walkers but they’re so destroyed that she makes light work of them, she turns and sees Daryl still hasn’t come from the back of the building. She feels her forehead crinkle in slight concern, she hates the guy but she doesn’t want to have to go back to Alexandria and tell Rick that one of his best men has been lost to the shit that is the world of the walking dead. She raises her arm and approaches the back of the building and sees Daryl bring a crossbow up and stab it into the eye socket of a walker on top of him, there’s about 6 decaying bodies lying on the ground. She stays where she is and watches Daryl push the corpse off him and stand up, he bends down and pulls the bow from the socket bringing cerebral matter with it, making a sludgy sound as he does so. He takes off his off leather jacket, wipes his head and picks up his bow. ‘Too hot for ya Princess?’ Eliza says emerging from the side of the building. Daryl spits on the floor ‘I thought I told ya to wait by the front.’ Eliza puts her knife back in its sheath ‘Yeah well last time I checked I had my own fuckin’ mind and I’m an adult so I figured I could do what the hell I want.’ Daryl stalks over to her, looking at her like she’s prey, something disgusting that should be destroyed he’s so close to her face she can feel his breath on her face ‘Yeah and get us both killed in the process cos you’re too chicken shit to wait somewhere alone.’ Eliza sees red and shoves Daryl with both her hands, his eyes widen slightly at her outburst and the strength of her as he stumbles back slightly. ‘ALRIGHT ASSHOLE..I’ll have you know I was living on my own for months before your crew found me, so fuck you, you fuckin’…FUCK!’ She turns on her heel and moves to the front of the building, clenching and unclenching her fists.

He’s been like this since she came to Alexandria, whilst most of the others seem to see she is capable and have been accepting of her Daryl seems to have a bee in his bonnet. He’s always cussing at her and treating her like she’s a kid, when in reality they’re close to the same age. ‘We’ll grab what we need and go, no messin’ around.’ If looks could kill the look she throws him would be lethal. He walks towards the door and holding his knife puts his hand on the handle ‘Don’t try anythin’ stupid!’ She grinds her teeth together ‘I got it Daryl, now can we just do this so we can get back to Alexandria and I can get the fuck away from you?!’ Daryl shrugs his shoulders ‘Fine with me!’ As the door opens the smell of decay and dirt hits her nostrils, it’s a smell she’s used to now, which is a depressing thought she doesn’t want to process right now. There are a couple of walkers but they deal with them quickly and quietly. As Daryl checks out the back storage room, Eliza looks at the clothing items and other Knick knacks on offer in the establishment. She grabs some tshirts, a couple of caps and a few pairs of denim shorts and shoves them in her backpack, clothing should not be underestimated in the post-apocalyptic world. She notices some make-up items too, she grabs some tubes of mascara and lipstick and reckons it will give the ladies of Alexandria something to be happy about. ‘You done stockin’ up on your personal shit?’ Eliza turns, bristling at the fact that she’s so jumpy. Daryl glares at her ‘Found some tins of fruit, couple of batteries, there’s not much else!’ She nods her head and Daryl storms past her outside. She does another quick sweep of the outer room and finds a sweet denim jacket behind the counter, it reminds her of one she used to wear on summer vacations. A ghost of a smile plays across her mouth for a second and her eyes cloud up as she hears her poppa’s voice telling her to fasten up. ‘I ain’t got all day, get out here!’ Daryl’s heavy southern drawl snatches the memory away from her and she stalks outside. She’s not sure but Daryl hesitates before climbing on the bike, something that looks almost apologetic flashes across his face, but is gone as she climbs on the bike and weakly grips on to his jacket once more. As they drive back to Alexandria, she keeps her eyes closed and tries to push away the painful memories trying to filter their way into her mind.

CHAPTER TWO
Eugene and Tara close the gates as Daryl and Eliza drive through on the bike, already Rick, Michonne, Carol, Glenn and Maggie are there to greet them. At this point Eliza is in no mood to play nice she dismounts the bike, opens her backpack silently. ‘We’re glad to see you’re both ok!’ Rick says in his charming tone. She gives Rick what she found, with the exception of one pair of the shorts, she gives Maggie some lipstick and mascara she found and stalks away without saying a word. ‘Hey wait!’ She hears footsteps chasing to catch up with her and turns to Rick ‘What?!’ Rick puts his arms on his hips and looks over to the rest of the crew who are looking through the stock of tins Daryl found. ‘Did somethin’ happen out there?’ She looks at Rick and shakes her head ‘No sir, but in future don’t send me with that asshole…At this rate I’d be happier out there than in here!’ With that she turns on her heel and heads towards her living quarters where she’s currently staying on her own. She runs up the porch steps, opens the door and slams it which gives her some satisfaction. She throws the backpack across the room and kicks the wall ‘That fuckin’ asshole!’

DARYL P.O.V
As he watches Eliza head towards her house, he feels slightly guilty and knows that Rick is gonna want to know what’s gone on. But the truth is, he’s not liked her since day one, she has an air of privilege which he hated before the world turned to shit, so he has a lower tolerance for it now. He sees Maggie and Glenn exchange a look ‘Wha’?’ Maggie offers a small smile and looks at Glenn ‘Nothing. Just don’t you think you could at least try and be a bit nicer to her?!’ Instantly Daryl feels his shackles rise ‘She don’ listen to one word I gotta say, yet again she ignored wha’ I said and did what she liked!’ Glenn nods and looks down sorting through the stock, he seems at a loss for words. Rick walks over and says calmly ‘What the hell was that?’ Daryl shrugs, ‘She don’t listen, I told ya, I ain’t gonna babysit someone who’s sloppy!’ Rick grinds his teeth together and pinches his nose with his forefinger and thumb ‘Look, I know we’ve all got trust issues after everythin’ that’s happened, but the only way we’re gonna make any of this work’ he gestures to the surroundings ‘is if we make an effort to get along. Now I ain’t askin’ you to like her or braid her hair, but could you at least try and apologise so that if I have to send you both out on a run again I don’t have to worry that you’re gonna get each other killed with your arguin’?’ Daryl steps from one foot to another, his inner turmoil once again making him feel unsure of what to do, he’s changed so much recently and although he’d never say it or admit to it, he respects Rick and doesn’t want to piss him off. He shrugs his shoulders and nods ever so slightly ‘Fine…But I ain’t doin’ it till I feel ready’ He grabs his crossbow and walks off into the direction of the house. Rick raises his eyebrows at the others ‘He’s one stubborn…’ Glenn pats Ricks arm and between them they take the supplies to Olivia to be listed.

Eliza P.O.V
The water streams down her body and into her face and she just allows the moment to wash over her, literally. She clears her mind of everything and just focuses on this moment. Out of all the luxuries she’s missed, this was the biggest one, but then she knows she’s not alone in that. She washes herself up and climbs out wrapping a towel around her. She’s padding towards her room when she hears a knock on the door, it sounds angry and cautiously she grabs her knife and makes her way downstairs. Logic makes her wonder why someone threatening would knock, but in these times she trusts nothing only her gut instinct to survive. She looks through the curtained window of the door and sees the rough chapped hands dragging through the dirty matted hair, she takes in the vest top and greasy dirt stained arms and sighs with disgust, she rolls her eyes as she opens the door ‘What do you want Dixon?’ He turns and looks at her, although his eyes are scowling his cheeks flush with a slight pink tint. ‘You gotta minute?’ She puts the knife on the table near the door and holds the towel securely ‘Not really, not for you!’ Daryl huffs, and turns ‘Oh nevermin’ I didn’t wanna do it anyway!’ She feels her face screw up with a question ‘Do what?’ As Daryl turns and walks down the porch steps he glances over his shoulder ‘apologize..never mind..Rick put me up to it anyway!’ She crosses her arms and feels her face flush with colour and finds herself shouting ‘Yeah well you know what Dixon? I wouldn’t want your apology even if it was genuine, so save it!’ she barges back in to the house and slams the door for the second time that day.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He pushes his hands through his hair ‘Ungrateful lil’ bitch!’ He spits on the floor and throws himself down on the porch steps of the house he shares with Rick and the others. He finds himself staring at her house and shaking with anger. He doesn’t get her, first she answers the door wearing nothing but a towel and then has attitude with him straight away. He don’t get her, and he’s not sure he wants to. He takes out a cigarette and lights up, the hit of the nicotine instantly soothing his nerves. He scratches the back of his head and stares into the distance and finds himself thinking about her body looked in nothing but the towel, she really grates on him but even he has to admit she’s a pretty little thing. He takes a drag of the cigarette and closes his eyes ‘Didn’t go well then huh?’ He sees Carol smiling at him. ‘She’s too stubborn and rude, she don’t listen!’ Carol nods her head and sits down next to Daryl. She plucks the cigarette from his fingers and takes a drag herself. ‘You know Daryl, sometimes you’re not the easiest person to read.’ He looks at her and shrugs his shoulders ‘So?’ Carol smiles at Daryl and gives him the cigarette back ‘So..Have you ever thought that it might be you?!’ With that she stands and walks into the house leaving Daryl on the porch with his thoughts.

CHAPTER THREE
She found herself getting restless and bored about a half an hour ago, so she’s been messing round with the make-up she found on the run today. She’s pleased with the results, her hazel eyes stand out more with the eyelashes being more accented with the mascara, a lick of plum coloured lipstick looks natural and not too obvious. She sighs as she ruffles her hand through her hair and wishes there was someone worth doing it for. She looks outside and sees that it isn’t dark just yet but the sun looks about to set at any time, a smile plays across her mouth as she decides to see if Maggie and Tara would be up for a little makeover session with the rest of the women. She pulls on her new denim shorts and throws a white shirt over the black bikini top she has on and knots it at the front, she pulls on some flat shoes and grabs her pack with the make-up and lets herself outside. The air is humid, but pleasant, not as stifling as the heat earlier that morning. As she walks down the porch steps, she finds a spring in her step, despite Dixon’s shitty attitude she ain’t gonna let him ruin her mood. She heads over the road to where Maggie and the others live and knocks on the door.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He lifts his head up from the sofa where it’s been lay since he came back from his chat with Carol earlier. He’s been lost in his thoughts and hasn’t realised how much time has passed, the house is quiet and he realises that others must be finishing up their errands for the day, he can smell the casserole Carol has in the oven and his stomach rumbles. He hears it again, three light knocks at the door and lifts himself, suddenly feeling heavy and exhausted. He pulls open the door and for a second, it feels like he forgets to breathe. There she is the source of all his anguish, the pain in his ass, he feels his cheeks raise with colour as he takes her in with his eyes. She looks different, she looks good. He scans her up and down and licks his lip as he notices a tattoo covering her thigh, her eyes are glistening and her hair looks thick, he wants to reach and brush his hands through it. ‘Hi!’ She looks at him and all the happiness that was in her face a second before has left it, ‘Oh hi. Is Maggie home?’ Daryl can’t stop looking at her, he never realised she was so petite and curvy. He manages to stammer out ‘N-no!’ Eliza sighs and seems deflated, she adjusts her backpack and looks down ‘Ok, well as usual, thanks for all your help Dixon.’ It takes Daryl a moment to realise she’s walking away ‘Hey, wait!’ She pushes out her chin and looks up into his eyes as he walks over to her. ‘What?!’ She sounds exhausted saying it. ‘Do you wanna come inside?’ he gestures over his shoulder. She looks him in the eye ‘With you? No, I’d rather not!’ She turns on her heel and sashays towards the storage room. He kicks the floor with his boot and feels his stomach tighten.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Ok she thinks, that was awkward. He didn’t shout at her but he wasn’t too friendly and he didn’t argue back when she made it clear she didn’t want to be alone with him, she glances over her shoulder and sees Daryl still standing there. He’s scuffing his boot against the floor and is running his hands through his hair. She suddenly feels bad, she closes her eyes and hears her momma’s voice telling her to have manners. ‘Hey Daryl!’ He looks up at the sound of her voice and she walks back to him ‘You know, I will wait inside if that’s ok?!’ He walks back towards the house ‘S’fine.’ Following him she sighs as he shuts the door.

CHAPTER FOUR   
Daryl’s P.O.V
He sits back on the sofa and watches her sit on the edge of one of the chairs, with her backpack on her knees. She looks around the room and Daryl uses the opportunity to take her in a bit more, ok he has to admit, she’s definitely attractive and the tattoo on the thigh is pretty damn hot, he licks his lips and wonders if she has anymore. He rests his foot over his knee and looks up at the ceiling. The clock ticking in the room the only sound.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Eliza looks around the room, although so many people share this house, it feels so empty to her. She looks around and realises that there are no family portraits on the wall, there’s nothing here to make it personal and it makes her stomach drop for a second as she wonders how many houses have abandoned memories on the wall, memories that are now extinguished. She feels a shiver go down her spine and takes her mind off it by looking over at Daryl. He’s not said anything to her since he let her inside and the argument and tension from today still hangs heavy in the air. He’s got his eyes closed and it almost looks like he’s sleeping, he looks so peaceful. She glances at the biceps in his arms and the dirt and grease covering them, she looks at his calloused hands and slowly traces her eyes down the rest of his body. She wouldn’t admit it but he’s definitely got the whole bad boy, macho look down to a tee. In fact if the world was still turning on its axis in a normal fashion, he’d be the kind of guy to catch her eye much to her parents chagrin. She coughs lightly clearing her throat and his eyes shoot open, his head snaps up and he looks at her, once again a pink colour coming into his cheek. ‘So I guess I just wanted to say…like..sorry for before!’ She picks her fingernail and tries not to look at Daryl as she apologises, this is painful enough as it is without seeing his smug, gloating face. ‘Mmm, yeah, me too I guess.’ Her head snaps up and he offers her the world’s smallest smile, it barely looks real. She brushes her hand through her hair and exhales loudly. ‘Dinner smells nice’ Daryl nods and shuffles to the edge of the sofa, he lights up a cigarette and his blue eyes glisten as they seem to scrutinise her ‘Carol made it, I can’t cook for shit!’ Eliza smiles at his words and shakes her head ‘Well I’ve seen you skin a squirrel in under five minutes, so you have your skills for sure!’ Daryl takes a long drag of his cigarette and doesn’t break eye contact. Eliza feels a warmth spread up her throat to her cheeks and feels uncomfortable, she stands up ‘I should probably get going, I just came over to see if Maggie and the others wanted to have a makeover but I guess they’re busy.’ As she says all this she’s placing her backpack on her shoulders and walking towards the door. Daryl stands not really sure what’s happening. ‘They’ll be back soon if y’all wanna wait!’ She shakes her head and opens the door ‘No..Actually I’m pretty tired. Thanks though, see ya!’ She shuts the door and practically runs to her house, she rushes in and slides down to the door landing on the floor.

Daryl’s P.O.V
Daryl stands in the silence of the hallway, confused by what just happened. He shakes his head, and walks outside smoking his cigarette. She’s one weird girl, his brow furrows as he wonders what came over her. He’s not the most talkative person, but he doesn’t think he said or did anything wrong. He sees the light in her bedroom come on and can make out the blurred image of her moving around, he knows it’s wrong but as he glances both ways to make sure no one sees him, he walks towards her house and stands in the shadows.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She pulls her shirt over her head and undoes the clasp on her bikini top, pulling on a strappy vest top she tugs down her shorts and walks towards the window. She stands looking out across at the house she just left and glances up to the sky at the stars. Something about the way Daryl looked at her made he feel something she hasn’t felt in a long time, at all even. She flicks the switch of the light and climbs on to the bed and lies on her bed, scrunching her face up in confusion as she asks herself can you start to like someone you hated in the same day. She doesn’t know that outside in the shadows Daryl Dixon feels ignited with a desire he’s never felt.

Crawl - Part Two

CHAPTER ONE
He tosses over in his bed and rubs his hand over his face, he looks outside and sees it’s still dark. He stayed in the shadows of her house for another half hour before his stomach told him he needed to eat. He sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed, rolling out his shoulders he looks around the room. It’s definitely cosier than anything he’s ever had before, but it feels empty. He stands and drags himself to the window and finds his eyes drawn to her house again, he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply ‘This is bad Dixon!’

Eliza’s P.O.V
She’s sat up in bed and the sunlight spills through the window, if you didn’t know the world had turned to shit she’d think it was the start of a good day. Her face flushes as she remembers the dream she had in the night, Daryl’s hands brushing down her arms and gently cupping her ass before he dragged her towards his mouth. She closes her eyes and bites down on her lip ‘This is bad girl!’

After she’s dressed and had a meagre breakfast she heads to the meeting house to see what needs to be done for the day ahead. ‘Hey!’ she turns and sees Tara smiling at her and squinting against the sun. Eliza smiles back at her and links her arm ‘Hey girl! I came to see ya last night but you weren’t home, I thought you’d like a makeover!’ Tara nods her head ‘Oh, sorry I was busy helping Denise.’ A telltale glimmer shines in her eyes and Eliza smiles, Tara and the shy Dr have been hanging out a lot and she knows there has to be something going on there but doesn’t want to push the topic. ‘Hey don’t worry about it, I spent an awkward five minutes with Daryl and then left!’ Tara squeezes her arm gently ‘Is he still being difficult with you huh?’ Eliza shakes her head ‘I dunno, not really, I mean last night I think he may have smiled but I dunno!’ Tara shakes her head and laughs and the pair cross the road to the meeting house.

‘You don’t call, you don’t write.’ Spencer smiles down at Eliza with an intense look in his eyes. She frowns and offers a small smile ‘Hey Spencer!’ He comes closer to her and Tara unlinks her arm from Eliza and heads into the house, offering her a knowing smile. Eliza feels her face flush slightly, for the past couple of weeks now Spencer has been talking to her at every opportunity and flashing her the most charming smiles. He’s definitely a cutie but it’s been a long time since she’s flirted with anyone, or dated anyone, funnily enough those things don’t seem to matter as much when you’re killing and surviving. ‘So…How have you been?’ Spencer smiles at her and comes closer ‘Oh you know, better now!’ He offers her a lopsided grin, she brushes her hands against her jeans as she feels the palms of her hands break out in a small sweat. ‘Oh, ok..So erm..’ Before she can say another word Spencer interrupts with ‘Would you like to hang out some time?’ She feels out of her comfort zone and doesn’t know what to say, she panics ‘I think we should go inside.’ Spencer watches as she walks away.

Daryl’s P.O.V
Another day surviving, it’s too warm for the leather today so he opts for a grey tshirt he’s ripped the sleeves off, a pair of jeans and his boots. He smokes a cigarette as he heads over for the morning meeting, but he’s distracted as he sees her outside, with that kid Spencer, he gets closer but stays hidden, a part of him wanting to hear what’s being said. When he watches her walking inside the house, a small smile plays across his mouth and he heads over to Spencer. Spencer looks like he’s been kicked, and Daryl raises an eyebrow and looks at him. ‘What?’ Daryl shrugs his shoulders and says ‘Nothin’’ and walks into the house.

Eliza’s P.O.V
When she gets into the room it’s already packed with people, she makes a mental note to try and be earlier in future to get a seat, especially as these things can take a while. She prays today isn’t one of those days, as much as she wants to help, she’s hoping she has some time today to veg out with a book on the porch and catch some sun. She stands at the back of the room near the door, leaning against the frame. She hears the door open behind and turns to see Daryl walk in, closely followed by Spencer. Her whole body tenses up, she looks down at her feet, scared to look at Daryl in case those penetrating eyes can see what she dreamt of last night. She notices Daryl mover closer and stand almost behind her, if she takes a step back she’d probably bump into him. Spencer settles on the opposite side leaning on the other side of the door frame. She sees Rick stand up at the front and smile at the room ‘Mornin’, thanks for comin’..Let’s get this started!’ But as Rick talks she slowly loses track of what he’s saying.

Daryl’s P.O.V
Daryl can see the room is full, he doesn’t want to push through the front so stays near the back. He spots her and settles against the wall just behind her, her caramel coloured hair is brushed up into a messy knot on her head and the day’s warmth is already making the tshirt she’s wearing to cling to her body, her shapely legs more visible to him in the cut of the jeans she’s wearing today. His eyes are drawn to the spot just behind her ear, the skin looks so soft, and he closes his eyes and imagines kissing her there. He notices the tag of her shirt is sticking out at the nape of the neck, and before he can stop himself he feels his arms lifting up and towards her.

Eliza’s P.O.V
It’s too darn hot to concentrate, she’s feeling conscious of Daryl stood behind her and feels conflicted by her dream last night, she’s also very aware that she didn’t give Spencer an answer. It all makes for a very awkward feeling to build in her chest and shoulders. She feels her body tense and her fists clench. She shakes her head and tries to focus on what Rick’s saying ‘..if we reinforce that it’s the best bet we got against outsiders and walkers!’ Just then she feels the fingers of a strong hand brush against her neck, the sensation sends tingles down her spine and an electricity sparks through her entire body. She snaps her head to the left thinking its Spencer but she only sees him scowling over at her, still leaning against the wall, she turns her head and is greeted by those blue eyes. A warmth pools in her stomach.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He’s shocked by the sensation of just the brush of her neck has on him, when she turns and looks him straight in the eye he pulls his hands back, and finds himself falling into her eyes. He shakes his head and brushes his hand through the his hair, rubbing his neck ‘Tag..I was jus’…you had a tag.’ He stops talking and steps back again, crossing his arms he looks right past her to Rick and internally kicks himself for even touching her.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She’s still too shocked to register what just happened or respond. She turns her head back to Rick and tries extra hard to concentrate on what he’s saying. At the end of the meeting she turns to say thanks to Daryl but finds he’s gone. Annoyed at his stealthy moves, she leaves the meeting house and heads back home. Luckily her job for the day is to help prepare dinner with Carol, so she has most of the day to herself.  This is exactly what she wanted but she feels restless and wishes she had something to keep her mind busy. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Daryl walking towards the garage and follows him. She keeps watching him and trying to figure out what she’s going to do or say, she’s not even sure why her feet dragged her in this general direction. He pulls a couple of trinkets from a tool box and starts cleaning them with a rag ‘Hey!’ He turns to her and it’s like she might as well not even exist ‘Hey ya’self.’ He carries on cleaning the tools with a rag. ‘What ya doin’?’ She walks into the garage and leans against the wall with her arms crossed. Daryl walks over to the bike and kneels down ‘Nothin’…not babysittin’ you tha’s for sure!’ She moves from the wall ‘What the fuck?…Seriously Daryl what the fuck?’ He stands and comes closer to her ‘Wha? One talk and you think wha’ we’re friends?’ She glares up into his face and her nostrils flare ‘No…I dunno, ok..I guess I just wanted to know what that was back there…’ Daryl paces back and forth ‘It was nothin’ I’d do the same Carol or Maggie, you’re not special!’ The words hit her stomach and she’s surprised at the power of them to her. ‘Fine.’ Daryl quits pacing and looks at her ‘Wha’ does that mean?’ Eliza feels all the fight leave her body. ‘It means what it means asshole…’ With that she stalks out of the garage and bumps into Maggie. ‘HEY!’ Eliza shouts an apology over her shoulder and then starts running, she wants to put as much distance as possible between her and Daryl.

Daryl’s P.O.V
If he could punch himself and look sane, he would right about now. Maggie raises an eyebrow and looks at him ‘What was that?’ Daryl throws the rag to the floor ‘Why’s everyone on my ass? I ain’t Glenn, I ain’t gotta answer to you!’ Maggie crosses her arms and throws her shoulders back ‘No you’re not Glenn, but you’re part of this community and every time I see you with her, she’s storming away.’ Daryl opens his mouth to say something but Maggie raises her hand ‘Save it. I don’t give a shit what your personal issues are, but we gotta work together, we’ve been through too much, now do yourself and everyone else a favour and stop bein’ so stubborn.’ Maggie walks out of the garage and the last thing she hears is Daryl’s gravelly voice saying ‘Fuckin’ women!’

CHAPTER TWO

Eliza’s P.O.V
She doesn’t knock, she just barges in. ‘I can’t do this anymore, ok…I’m not gonna do it. No matter what I do it ain’t good enough for you people…and him…him…he can just FFFUUUCCCKKK.’ She punches the wall and instantly regrets it, the pain sends shockwaves down her arm and she feels blood start to form on her knuckles, along with a swollen redness. Rick and Michonne look at one another, Michonne’s voice is calm and steady ‘What happened?’ Eliza starts pacing and grabs her hand. ‘My fuckin’ hand, that fuckin’ fucker!’ She kicks a chair and causes it to crash over. Michonne grabs Eliza’s hand and looks at it ‘You’re gonna need an icepack, sit down, I’ll go grab one!’ As she leaves the room, she looks over her shoulder at Rick and he nods his head. Ricks soft drawl breaks into her rage ‘Are you going to explain what this is about? Or should I guess?’ Eliza looks up at him and feels like a child being reprimanded by her father. ‘Daryl!’ is all she can manage. Rick nods his head and sits back in the chair ‘What’s he done now?’ Eliza brushes her bangs from her face and shakes her head ‘You mean aside from bein’ a difficult asshole?’ Rick can’t help but smile and Eliza finds herself calming down. ‘I just don’t get what his problem is, one minute he’s bein’ an asshole, then he’s smilin’ at me and tuckin’ labels back into my clothes, then he’s a jerk again..He’s always ridin’ me and I can’t do it anymore, you people must have the patience of saints dealing with that jackass all this time.’ Ricks brow creases ‘Smilin’ and tuckin’ labels into clothes?’ Eliza shakes her head ‘It don’t matter, if this carries on, I’m gonna have to leave!’ Rick’s face gets serious ‘Now look, I know he can be difficult, it took me some time to get to know him, but you can’t be leavin’ we need everyone to pull together.’ Michonne walks back into the room and gently presses the icepack onto Eliza’s hand and passes her some painkillers ‘Better?’ Eliza nods her head ‘Thanks!’ Michonne settles down into the chair next to Eliza ‘Is everything sorted?’ she looks at Rick, ‘Well is it?’ Rick asks. Eliza throws her head back and closes her eyes ‘Fiinne! Fuck…I won’t leave but please keep that asshole away from me because one more outburst of his bullshit I’ll be gone!’ She walks out of the office and leaves Rick and Michonne sharing worried glances.

When she gets back in the house she changes into an oversized shirt, takes the pills with some water and settles down on to the bed, the exhaustion of arguing and the heat makes her drowsy and emotional, she feels a well of emotion pressing against her chest, the tears fall and she cries into the pillow before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He can’t believe she’s spoken to Rick and Michonne, she drives him crazy. Now he’s getting it from all angles, she’s a fucking tattle tale. It’s taken everything for him to sit there and be spoken to like a child by Rick he had to assure them he’d try to stay out of her hair. It bugs him, he didn’t mean to blow off at her but his head feels so messed up right now. ‘Have you seen Eliza?’ Carol walks in the room with a concerned look on her face. Daryl feels his jaw clench ‘No I ain’t not since this mornin’, why does everyone think I’ve seen her?’ Carol looks slightly taken aback by his words but glosses over them ‘She was meant to be helping me make dinner, but she didn’t meet me at the storage room and we should have started twenty minutes ago..It’s not like her.’ Daryl tries to ignore the prickling sensation whispering against the back of his neck, making his entire body stand to attention. He stands up and walks past Carol ‘You looked for her?’ Carol nods her head, ‘Yeah I even knocked on her house but there was nothin’!’ He nods his head and grabs his bow ‘I’ll go check the fences, get Rick!’ Carol nods her head and goes to seek out Rick.  He stalks outside and heads towards her house, there definitely looks like there’s no one home. He makes his way towards the furthest fence and starts checking the perimeters. After ten minutes Rick joins him with Carol ‘Any sign?’ Darly shakes his head ‘Nothin’ Rick looks to Carol ‘Are you sure you didn’t hear anything when you knocked?’ Carol nods her head ‘I’m sure, I waited a few minutes just in case she was in the back or sleepin’ Rick looks at Daryl and something passes between them. ‘Head back to the base and start on dinner, don’t mention this to anyone, there ain’t no point worryin’ anyone just yet, she’ll turn up!’ Carol agrees and walks away. Rick and Daryl head back towards her house ‘If she’s left because of you, this is on your head!’ Daryl says nothing, but watches as Rick climbs the steps to the back door of her house.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She feels like she’s floating, like she’s free. There are faces around her, ones she hasn’t seen since all this began. She wants to stay here, she doesn’t want to wake up.

Daryl’s P.O.V
‘The doors open’ Rick stalks inside ‘ELIZA’ he shouts to the still and seemingly empty house, Daryl follows through the house, he spots her shoes by the door and points them out to Rick. ‘Do you think she’s upstairs?’ Daryl shrugs ‘Possibly, but why’s it so quiet!’ Rick starts taking the stairs two at a time and pushes open the bedroom door, Eliza’s lay across the bed. She’s not roused by the commotion. Daryl drops his bow to the floor and rushes to the bed, he lifts her head ‘Eliza!’ she doesn’t move, he feels for a pulse and finds a faint one. ‘We need to get her to Denise.’ He picks her up and carries her out the house and down the road to the Dr’s. He kicks the door open ‘Denise!’ the blonde jumps to her feet and heads over ‘What happened?’ Daryl shrugs his shoulders ‘Found her like tha…Stop askin’ questions and do somethin’.' 

Crawl - Part Three

CHAPTER ONE
She opens her eyes slowly and her mouth feels dry, she looks around the room and feels a sense of panic, this isn’t her room. She sits up and instantly feels dizzy doing so, she feels a hand gently hold her arm ‘Sit back, you’re ok!’ She looks into the face of Denise and sees Tara stood behind her with an expression of concern etched into her features. ‘Why am I here?’ Denise sits down on the bed and looks her in face ‘You don’t remember anything?’ Eliza nods her head ‘Yeah, I remember taking those painkillers Michonne gave me an’ crashin’ on my bed!..Why am I here?’ Denise looks at Tara, ‘I think the heat got to you a bit much, those painkillers are pretty strong and you should have only taken one but I’m guessing you took them both?’ Denise lifts her eyebrows and offers small smile. Eliza nods sheepishly. Tara comes forward and places her hand on Denise’s shoulder gently ‘Hey don’t worry about it, you’re fine now…You should’ve seen Daryl when he brought you here.’ Eliza’s face scrunches up in confusion ‘Daryl?’ Tara licks her lips and nods her head excitedly ‘Yeah, he and Rick thought you’d left, so they checked your house and found you, Daryl thought you were dying and carried you here!’  Eliza rolls her shoulders and throws her legs over the bed ‘But he hates me.’ she rubs her hand over her face. Denise looks at her ‘Are you kidding? He practically shouted at me to save you…I mean once I explained that your pulse was fine he calmed down..but still it was pretty impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that.’  Eliza goes to stand up but feels off balance and sits back down. Tara comes round to her ‘You should probably sit for a little while longer, you’ve been out for a few hours.’ Eliza nods in agreement and spends the next half an hour talking to the two women, after reassuring Denise that she’ll keep her fluids up and check in tomorrow she leaves the house that has become the infirmary and heads over to Ricks house. She knocks on the door with her good hand and takes a deep breath.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He’s been pacing in his room for an hour now, he can feel anxiety and anger running through him and it takes all his strength to not pick up his bow and go for a ride and be on his own. He needs to stay close by, I mean sure Denise said she’d be fine but he can’t help feel worried in case she won’t and he doesn’t even know why the thought bothers him so much. He sits on the bed and graps his hands on his knees, closing his eyes he takes a deep breath. When he opens them he hears raised voices from downstairs, they don’t sound angry, but relieved. He stands up and runs down the stairs, and is greeted by the sight of her there, wrapped in the arms of Carol.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Eliza is overwhelmed by how relieved people are to see her, Carol pulls her into a hug but her eyes and ears are distracted by the sight of Daryl coming down the stairs. She looks up into his eyes and is surprised to see that they’re not filled with his usual anger and disgust. Carol pulls away with her hands on Eliza’s arms ‘You ok?’ Eliza nods her head and flushes, the attention making her embarrassed. ‘I’m fine honestly, Denise reckons it’s cos I was a bit dehydrated or somethin’’ She shrugs her shoulders and looks at the floor, suddenly feeling mortified that everyone’s so worried all because she took too many painkillers. The last thing she needs is for people to start thinking she can’t take basic care of herself, especially him. She looks up and see he’s sat on the stairs with his hands gripping one another.

‘Want somethin’ to eat?’ Maggie asks offering her a warm smile. Eliza nods her head and turns to Carol, flushing once more ‘I’m sorry I didn’t meet you, or help you cook…Sorry I worried all of y’all!’ The group disregard her apologies kindly and make her feel a lot better, as Maggies links her arm and leads her into the kitchen she shoots one last glance over her shoulder at Daryl.

The rest of the evening passes quickly enough, and it’s actually quite nice with people talking and laughing. But she can’t help but notice that there’s one person missing. She excuses herself from the table and goes in search of him.

CHAPTER TWO

Daryl’s P.O.V

He’s been laying on his bed for a while now, the sound of laughter trickles up through the crack in his door and he breathes in contentedly. He would join them for dinner, but he’s not sure how he’d react if Eliza said anything to him, after all, he’s partly responsible for her trip to the Dr’s today. He also feels embarrassed by how he reacted to finding her there like that, Rick and Denise didn’t say anything about his outburst but there was something written all over their faces. He jerks up when he notices a shadow block out the light in the crack of the door and feels the breath leave his body as she enters his room and closes the door behind her.

Eliza’s P.O.V

She sees a door ajar and walks over and looks in, she sees Daryl laying on the bed and decides that it’s time to try and clear the air. She opens the door and walks in, he jerks up and looks at her, his blue eyes glistening at her. She shuts the door and turns to look at him. ‘Hey!’ She offers him a small smile but stays where she is. He doesn’t say anything, just continues looking at her with those eyes that she’s not been able to get out of her head for the past couple of days. She starts pacing back and forth and throwing words out of her mouth ‘Look, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I don’t care. We have to get on, we have to make it work for everyone, I know you think of me as some kid but we’re the same age, and well I guess we’re not always gonna see eye to eye and that’s fine but you can’t keep ridin’ me. You make me so angry and I hate that..I hate the way you make me feel!’ She can see him clench his jaw and she takes a deep breath and waits for the onslaught. ‘I don’t hate ya…ya just don’ listen to me!’ She stops pacing and looks at him ‘Daryl, I always listen to ya, always!’ He stands up and moves towards and she takes a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by his presence. She can’t keep doing this with him. He looks down into her face ‘When do ya’ listen to me huh? Whenever we go on runs, ya ignore anythin’ I say an’ just do wha’ the hell ya want!’ She feels her palms break out in sweat and she clenches her fists. ‘Only cos you always talk to me like I’m a fuckin’ child, you’re not the only one who’s done stuff and seen bad shit…You don’t own fuckin’ pain an’ anger!’ Her breath is coming fast and shallow. He takes a step closer and stares into her eyes, she steps back and finds her back against the door.

Daryl’s P.O.V

She presses herself against the door, he looks into her face and places his hands on the door on either side of her head. ‘You don’ own it either, why ya always gotta shout in ma’ face an’ shit?!’ She looks up at him and tilts her head ‘Why do ya care?’ He walks away and sits on the bed ‘I don’t ya just…’ He rubs his hands over his face and through his hair ‘Ya make me so fuckin’ angry!’ He looks over at her and sees a small smile play across her lips ‘Yeah well right back at ya.’ He looks down at his feet, and feels her sit down next to him on the bed, her arm brushes against his and he feels the hairs rise on his arm and a tingle slowly work its way down his body. ‘Look…I don’t hate ya Daryl..At least I don’t think I do..I just wish you’d treat me with a bit more respect.’ She breathes out and leans forward brushing her bangs from her forehead, a gesture he’s become familiar with. He nods his head ‘Righ’ ok..Well then ya need to listen to me on runs and not do stupid shit.’ He sees her bite her bottom lip and roll her eyes ‘Fine..’ 

Eliza’s P.O.V

A few moments pass as they sit in uncomfortable silence on the bed. She glances at him and looks at the profile of his face, the light beard and stubble, his matted hair resting on his shoulders. She licks her lips as she looks at his biceps, a warmth pools somewhere low and intimate, she can’t help but whisper ‘shit.’ She stands up and walks over to the door, she hears Daryl stand and follow her, she puts her hand on the door handle and goes to pull it open but Daryl’s hand slams the door shut and the other spins her round. He gently lifts her head to look into his eyes ‘We good?’ His face comes close to her, she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, he’s so close and there’s a sensation pulling at her, something that’s been asleep for a long time waking up and stretching inside her. She feels her mouth open and she licks her lips, Daryl moves closer to her, their faces almost touching all she can manage is a slight nod of her head as his blue eyes stare into her hazel ones. His eyes flick down to her mouth and she watches as his chapped lips part slightly. His hand grazes against the small of her back and pushes her closer to him. All the nerve endings in her body are alert to his touch and the closeness of his face to hers. She pulls herself forward, her hand travelling up his left arm but just before her lips crash onto his, there’s a knock on the door.  

Crawl - Part Four

CHAPTER ONE
He steps back like the doors on fire and looks out of the window, he hears Eliza turn and open the door, looking over his shoulder he sees Carol looking into the room with a questioning smile. He sees Eliza’s whole body tense up and all he can hear is her offer a very breathy ‘Sorry’ as she walks past Carol and heads to the bathroom.

Carol walks in with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised ‘Did I interrupt something?’ Daryl shakes his head ‘Nah, she and I jus’ had a chat..’ Carol nods, ‘I only came to see if you wanted any supper?!’ Daryl brushes his hand through his hair and nods, he feels ravenous but as he follows Carol out of the room he’s not sure it’s food he’s hungry for.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She splashes cold water on to her face and takes deep breaths. Ok, that was weird, she definitely wanted to kiss him and it looked like he wanted to do the same. She curses under her breath at the interruption and looks at her face in the mirror. Her eyes are shining, her mouth looks plump as though it’s already been kissed, her nipples are erect through the tshirt she’s wearing and it feels as though all the hairs on her body are standing on end. She lowers herself to sit on the edge of the bath and takes deep breaths. She shakes her head, trying to remember the last time she had these feelings, the last time she felt so turned on. She stands up and steadies herself before opening the bathroom door and heading downstairs, she heads through to the kitchen and sees everyone is still sat around. Daryl now hunched over a plate of food, he pauses and looks at her as he takes a bite of the bread that Carol had made fresh that day. She feels heat reach her ears and looks down ‘I…I’m gonna head off…See y’all tomorrow..Thanks for dinner!’ She’s offered smiles and a couple of waves and walks to the door, when she walks out into the night she is thankful that she has the rest of the evening to digest the electricity that sparked between her and Daryl. She allows the darkness to swallow her as she lets her mind consume itself with thoughts.

CHAPTER TWO

Daryl’s P.O.V
It’s been a couple of days since he almost kissed Eliza, he’s not seen much of her since then and when he has seen her she’s made an excuse to get away from him. He doesn’t know what to think, he felt her hand rub up his arm and she was definitely leaning towards him, the thought of the closeness of their faces makes him lightly growl. How can someone who drives him crazy make him feel this way? ‘Are you even listenin’ to me?’ Rick asks looking at Daryl more sternly. ‘No..’ He doesn’t see the point in lying. Rick clenches his jaw and repeats what he said ‘I need you to do another run…Now I ain’t gonna say you need to take Eliza but everyone else is busy, can I send her with you and trust that you ain’t gonna argue?’ Darly feels his cheeks flush ‘I tol’ ya, we’re ok…I ain’t gonna get in her face and she ain’t gonna get in mine!’ Rick nods his head ‘You sure about that? The way I see it she ain’t been exactly fallin’ over to be near you recently.’ Daryl looks at Rick and realises once again, just how much the man seems to notice. Daryl steps from one foot to the other and looks Rick in the eye ‘We’ll be fine…When do ya want us to go?’ Rick puts his hands on his hips ‘As soon as, we need more batteries and clothing.’ Darly nods his head and starts to walk away.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She sighs and lies back on the porch swing, her legs resting on the arm of the chair. Everyone seems busy today so she’s making the most of some quiet time to enjoy the sun, she crosses her legs over one another and wiggles her toes enjoying the warmth. She’s opted for her denim shorts and a bikini top, it seems pretty quiet around so she doesn’t feel too conscious, especially as she’s well-endowed in the boob area. Not only that but she’s pretty embarrassed being clothed so minimally, it’s been a long time since she’s been naked in front of anyone, let alone showing lots of flesh. She closes her eyes and puts one of her hands behind her head. For the past few days Tara has been asking her what happened in Daryl’s room, but she keeps making excuses, talking about anything to avoid thinking about what happened that night, or what almost happened anyway. She still doesn’t understand what passed between them, all she knows is it felt intense and since then she’s caught Daryl looking her way but he’s made no attempt to approach her. She’s not approached him because she has no clue what to say, it’s all so confusing, she tries to clear if from her mind.

Daryl’s P.O.V
The first thing he sees is her toned bare legs dangling over the porch swing, it looks like she’s sleeping. The closer he gets the more he sees, he feels his stomach twist and feels the blood rush through his body. He walks up the porch steps slowly and clears his throat.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She’s just about to nod off to sleep when she thinks she hears footsteps, her suspicions are confirmed when she hears someone gently clearing their throat. Thinking it’s Tara she keeps her eyes closed and smiles ‘Hey…I’m sure you’ve seen more than this, I wouldn’t have had you down for a prude.’ There’s a moments silence and it isn’t until she hears a gravelly, soft southern drawl that she shoots up and grabs for her discarded shirt on the floor. ‘Mmmm…Sorry, I..erm…Rick want’s us to do a run..’ She’s pulling the shirt on and doing up the buttons. ‘Oh, Daryl..Hey!’ He rubs his hand through the back of his hair and looks at anything but her ‘Sorry to disturb ya…he wants us to go soon as we can.’ She stands up and walks toward him, she looks up into his face which is still looking away from her. ‘Right..Should I meet you somewhere in a few minutes, give me time to change?’ He glances at her and she sees the same look in his eyes that she saw in the bedroom but before she has time to think about it he nods his head and heads down the porch steps ‘I’ll meet ya by the gate in ten.’ With that she watches him walk away, and lets out a small sigh.

CHAPTER THREE

Daryl’s P.O.V
He’s doing last minute checks on the bike and being briefed by Rick, he glances over his shoulder and sees Eliza walking towards them, she’s wearing jeans, boots and a men’s oversized shirt. Her hair is tied up in a messy knot on top of her head, strands of her hair hanging loose. He turns back to Rick who gives him a questioning look ‘We’re good, don’t worry!’ Rick nods his head and offers a smile to Eliza, he puts his hand on her shoulder ‘Be careful out there!’ She smiles back ‘Always am.’ Daryl throws his leg over the bike and revs up the bike ‘You ready?’ She throws her legs over and he’s shocked when she wraps her hands around his waist, she’s never done that before, she usually just grips the sides of his jacket loosely. The sensation is distracting but he clenches his jaw and gestures for Carl to open the gates, the pair ride through the gates and he feels his stomach drop as he feels her grip tighten and her body shuffle closer.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She was feeling bold and as he doesn’t have the opportunity to go anywhere she figure she’d test the waters. She can feel the strong muscles of his abs under her hands and once again she feels a pleasant warmth pooling. She grips his tshirt with her fists and pulls herself closer, despite the fact he’s been an asshole she feels drawn to him since the incident in the bedroom. Even before that she felt something. They’re driving for a while as the place they’re scouting is quite far out, a place Eugene remembers spotting on one of his journeys with Abraham and Rosita. When they pull into the road leading to the strip mall she spots a few walkers have already been roused by the sound of the bike. They park further away from the stragglers and Daryl turns off the engine, she moves her hands from his waist and gets off the bike. She rolls her shoulder and rubs her palms into her ass, numb after the long journey. She has the sensation of being watched and turns around catching Daryl checking out her butt. She raises what she hopes is a flirtatious eyebrow ‘What? It’s gone numb and I don’ see you doin’ anythin’ to help.’ His face flushes with colour and he grabs his crossbow and starts looking up and down the strip of road. She studies his handsome face.

Daryl’s P.O.V
She’s definitely flirting with him, at least he thinks she is. Why’s she always gotta look so good?! He grabs his crossbow and starts assessing the situation. ‘We’ll take out those few an’ then work our way from the furthest shop at the end and then back.’ For once she doesn’t argue just nods her head and unsheathes her knife. The get rid of the few walkers they attracted and make their way to the first shop. Cautiously she knocks on the window with the palm of her hand, for once nothing sinister seems to jump out, he opens the door and she covers him. This place looks pretty empty but they do a quick sweep and don’t come up with much. They make their way to the next shop, they work through a couple of the shops like this, in silence and working in rhythm, killing any walkers that have been left behind and locked away. They manage to find a few decent things, the next shop they come to is filled with clothes, including baby clothes which will be great for Judith, they start stocking up on basics, including some warmer clothes for when the colder weather sets in. Darly watches her carefully fold the clothes for Judith and feels a warmth spread through his chest. ‘Seen anythin’ you like?’ Eliza’s voice breaks his thought. He shakes his head ‘Nah I’m good!’ She spots underwear and starts throwing things in her backpack. He notices some black laced panties and bites his lip at the thought of her wearing them. ‘We’re done!’ They head outside to the final store.

Eliza’s P.O.V
This is the first time that she’s been on a run with Daryl where they haven’t argued, where he’s been normal and there’s been no awkwardness. She’s noticed him watching her a bit more but the words to confront him won’t form in her mouth. The last store they enter is fairly big, and there’s about six walkers that they can see ‘Take that side, I’ll do these.’ He stalks off with his crossbow poised, she kicks back the first walker whose arms are outstretched and jams her knife into its skull. She turns to the second one but loses her footing and falls to the floor, despite the walkers being docile, they’re quick when prey falls to the ground. She feels the decaying hands grab for her and see’s two more walkers approaching her she pushes the walker back with one hand and slams the knife into the back of its head, the dead weight falls on her and she’s struggling to push it off her. The other two are getting closer by the second, she tries again to push the thing off her and just about makes it as the closest of the two makes a grab for her arm. She backs away and feels her back against the wall, it comes towards her and as she swings her knife the other one grabs her arm, it’s blackened teeth smashing together trying to get its rotting jaw wrapped around her, she sees her knife, her only hope of survival crash to the floor and for the first time in a long time she lets out a scream.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He pulls the bow from the back of the head when he hears her scream, his body throws itself toward the sound. He sees her kicking one of the walkers away with her leg and pulling her arm away from the one who has a dangerous grip on her arm. He aims and shoots the walker in front of her, it falls to the floor like a rag doll, he drops his bow to the floor and runs over, grabbing the walker by the shoulders and throwing it away from her. He stands in front of Eliza’s body and pulls out his knife before stabbing it through the right temple as it makes its way back towards them. ‘Shit..shit!’ Eliza leans her head back against the wall clearly shaken up. He puts his knife away ‘You alrigh’?’ He turns to look at her and grabs her arm checking it over for bites or scratches, once again he feels something rush through his body, like sparks of electricity and desire.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Daryl grabs her arm and she feels that spark again, he steps closer to her and she licks her lips. They stand like that for a moment, nothing but their shaky breaths piercing the air. She pushes away from the wall, and reaches her hand up to his face and brushes the hair from his eyes. His eyes are alive with desire, he pushes her back against the wall and the breath leaves her body in a rush. When his lips meet hers she feels every single part of her body prickle with a tingling sensation. She feels alive.

Her hands run up and down his back, through his hair, whilst his hands wander down her back and gently cup her ass. She tugs at the hem of his tshirt and they pull away for a quick moment whilst she pulls it over his head, his lips find hers again and she feels a wetness form at the feel of his strong body under her hands. He pulls away and presses her arms against the wall with one of his, his look is so intense she looks away. She feels his strong hands cup her face forcing her to open her eyes ‘Look at me!’ She obeys and he slowly traces his hand down her body, over her breasts, letting go of her arms he pulls at her shirt. The buttons fall to the floor as he tears at it and he pushes it apart, kissing her throat and gently tracing his tongue down to her breast, nuzzling his head into her ample chest. She moans deeply, feeling her sex aching to be touched. He picks her up with his strong arms and she wraps her legs around him. He carries her over to a wooden table displaying ornaments and snowglobes, using one of his arms he brushes them off and gently places her down. He tugs her boots off and lowers himself between her legs, kissing her passionately and desperately. Her entire body is on fire with his touch and her breathing is heavy and shallow. She props herself up on her elbows as Daryl undoes the button on her jeans and slides the zip down, the whole time he’s staring at her with those blue eyes.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He’s so turned on, when her lips met his he felt something he’s never felt and now all he wants to do is make her moan even more. He can feel his dick straining against his jeans, the way she looks all flushed propped up on her elbows is driving him insane. He pulls her jeans off and kisses up her legs, she throws her head back and exhales. ‘Do ya like this baby girl?’ He strokes his hand over her stomach and leaves a trail of kisses down her body, he gets to his knees and rests her feet on his shoulders ‘Ya gotta be quiet baby girl…Don’t make a sound..Or I’ll have to stop.’ He pushes his head between her legs and traces his tongue against her slit through her panties. Pressing his nose against her clit and moving his tongue in a circle. She arches her back and pushes her fist into her mouth. Seeing her writhe around like that, is only making him want her more.

Crawl - Part Five

Eliza’s P.O.V
She watches Daryl drag his tshirt back over his head, he must feel her looking at him because he turns and offers a smile. It’s warm yet apprehensive, almost as if he’s not sure why that moment has just passed between them. ‘You broke my shirt!’ She gestures down to the item of clothing now missing most of the buttons. Daryl comes over to her and ties a knot in it ‘There now no one needs to know.’ He turns and grabs his crossbow and she stands momentarily stunned by his words. ‘Did this not mean anythin’?’  He turns and looks at her with a frightened expression on his face. ‘You tell me!’ She leans against the edge of the table where only moments ago he stopped exploring her with his tongue and hands. ‘Well I know I ain’t ever felt that pull to someone before…Not like that!’ He walks over to her slowly keeping his eyes in hers the whole time ‘Tha’ right?’ She pushes her hair behind her ear and looks at the floor ‘Yeah.’ He gently tilts her chin up so she’s looking into his eyes ‘Me either…But we gotta keep it quiet until we figure it out.’ She licks her lips and pulls him towards her, kissing him softly on the mouth. He groans slightly and she smiles into the kiss ‘Why you smilin’?’ He looks into her eyes and cups his hands on her butt. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow at him ‘Cause Dixon…I’ve gotta make you moan too!’ He looks her up and down and smiles ‘S’tha right? And when ya gonna do tha’?’ She pushes away from him and walks across the room, glancing over her shoulder she can’t help but smile as she says ‘Soon!’

For the whole journey back she rests her head gently against his back and plants little kisses between his shoulder blades. When they approach the gates she lifts her head up so no one can see the change.


Daryl’s P.O.V
He feels her loosen her grip as she climbs off the back and it surprises him how much it bothers him that she’s not touching him anymore. Rick smiles at them both ‘Well you ain’t arguin’ so I guess it was a good run?’ Eliza nods her head and bites her lower lip, he wants to reach over and gently kiss and nibble it again. ‘Yeah it went well…I mean I almost became walker food but Dixon pulled through..’ She looks at him her eyes shining and he wishes they could back to those precious moments where he could make her moan and gasp his name. ‘S’that right?’ Rick slaps him on his back and Eliza nods ‘Oh yeah…’ Rick looks impressed at first but soon looks at Daryl bemused as his cheeks flush with colour ‘Ya alright? You look a bit..’ Rick gestures to his cheeks, trying to find the word. Eliza winks at Daryl from behind Rick’s shoulder making him turn more crimson. He nods his head and coughs clearing his throat ‘Yeah, fine!’ Eliza picks up her backpack ‘I’m gonna head back and get showered…I got real dirty and some walker ruined my shirt!’ Daryl feels his ears flush with colour and he feels an ache in his groin at the memory of her body, the smell of her still all over him. He rubs his hand through his hair at her teasing, and he can tell that’s what she’s doing, her eyes are alive and she keeps smiling. He watches her walk away and just as he thinks she’s not going to turn, she does and blows him a kiss. His heart beats fast and his stomach ignites with a fire.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She brushes her hand through her hair and looks at her reflection once more. She’s done her make up again and she feels good. She’s thrown a summer dress on she found in the back of the wardrobe that falls to just above her knees. She nods at her reflection and allows for a small smile to play across her mouth. She pulls on a denim jacket and heads out into the street. When she walks up the porch steps she feels her stomach come alive with butterflies, she feels so nervous. She quickly knocks on the door before she can chicken out.

‘Hey, come in!’ She’s greeted by Glenn’s smiling face and is quickly joined in the hallway by Carol, Maggie and Rick. She waves to Michonne and Carl who are in the sitting room playing with Judith on the carpeted floor. Carols face waves with concern ‘We’ve had dinner but I can fix you something!’ Eliza smiles at her and shakes her head chuckling ‘Oh no that’s ok, I’ve eaten…I actually wondered if Daryl was here.’ Everyone in the hallway looks momentarily stunned and she can hear Judith giggling and the clock ticking. She suddenly feels aware of her cheeks turning a wonderful shade of pink. Rick speaks first ‘He’s upstairs in his room, go on up!’ She smiles at the others and sheepishly walks past Rick. As she climbs the stairs she hears Maggie and Glenn whispering and hears Rick grumble ‘Quit it..It could be innocent.’

She walks in to his room and finds him stood looking out of the window. He turns to look at her and she feels her skin come alive. She pushes the door shut and turns to face him as she reaches her hand behind her and clicks the lock into place.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He watches her lock the door and licks his lips as she kicks off her shoes. She looks so good, he turns to face her as she looks up into his face ‘C’mere!’ He pulls her towards him and their lips find one another. The feel of her mouth against causing his whole body to tingle, he kisses her jaw and gentle nibbles her earlobe. She rewards him by breathing his name. She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him away gently. ‘Sit down.’ He does as she says, captivated by the closeness of her and the memory of her skin that still lingers on his fingers. She takes off her denim jacket and throws it near her boots. She kisses him on his forehead ‘Daryl Dixon…What are you doin’ to me?’ With each word she kisses him, on his cheeks, his nose and then softly on his mouth. She tugs at the hem of his tshirt and he raises his arms allowing her to life it off over his head. She stares into his eyes with such desire that he feels his body responding to her look alone. She takes a step back and he exhales as she lifts up the dress to reveal a black, very lacy, very sexy bra and panties underneath, she lets it drop to the floor and as he goes to stand up she holds up a hand. ‘No..’ She comes toward him and gently straddles him, she kisses his neck and bites his shoulder. He moans and he can feel her smile ‘That’s it Dixon..I want you to say my name.’ She stands up and removes her bra, he kisses her breast and instantly feels his jeans tightening. As though she can sense it she pushes him back on the bed and stands up as she begins to undo the belt and zipper on his jeans. ‘Let’s take these off!’ He pushes himself out of them and suddenly feels very conscious. It’s been so long since he’s been here with anyone, he’s aware of the scars on his back, and the way he must look to her. She kisses him on his mouth and he feels all his anxieties melt away. He’s so turned on by her and gasps as she traces her hands down his chest and gently cups his cock, straining against the boxers. She kisses him once more and starts to slowly kiss down his body, she slides his boxers off and he hears her gasp as she releases his erection. ‘Oh boy!’ he looks down at her questioningly and she smiles at him as she says ‘You’re a big boy Dixon.’ She keeps her eyes on his as she lowers her mouth over his cock.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Her whole body is on fire. She softly flicks her tongue across the tip and gently rubs his balls ‘Oh..shiitt!’ he says rather loudly. She stops what she’s doing ‘Oh no…You gotta be quiet or I’m gonna have stop!’ His face is conflicted but he nods his head in agreement as she lowers her mouth over it once more. She flicks her tongue around and gently nibbles, and is satisfied with the reaction of his body tensing ‘Stop..Stop..’ She pulls away and lowers herself down to kiss up his body but she feels his hands grab her arms and he flips her over on to the bed so he’s on top of her. His lips crash on to her mouth and she responds by massaging her tongue with his, she opens her legs and he eases himself between them. He’s resting on one arm, looking down into her face ‘You’re so beautiful..’ He kisses her once more and kneads her breast with his spare hand. She moans lightly, smiling at the sensation all over the body. It feels like all the tips of her body are tingling. He strokes down and cups her ass with his hand, he stops kissing her and looks down ‘S’not fair..these have to go.’ He gets on his knees and pulls her underwear down her legs, he looks her in the eyes as he gently flicks his tongue against her clit. She arches her back and feels a warm sensation ripple through her. He kisses up her body, and gently nibbles her breast. Her whole body is on fire and all she can think of is the feel of him inside her. She opens her legs wider and he lowers himself between her legs once more, she can feel the tip of his erection resting against her ‘Ya sure about this..’ He looks into her eyes once more and she nods her head. As he pushes himself in she throws her head back and moans loudly, he thrusts into her steadily and she can feel herself already tightening around him. Daryl moans ‘Fffuuckk!’ He pulls out and flips her over, she props herself up on her elbows and knees as he enters her doggy fashion, he cups her breasts and through ragged breaths and moans, he traces his down her stomach and rubs her clit in small circles.  She throws her head back ‘Oh my god…Daryl…oh shit!’ He pulls out of her once more and she throws him on to his back and lowers herself onto him. She rotates her hips and grinds into him, enjoying the sensation of feeling his full length inside her. His eyes roll back in his head and he she feels his body tense. At the same time she climaxes and moans his name, she feels Daryl release himself inside her as he moans her name ‘Eliza.’

Daryl’s P.O.V
They collapse on the bed in satisfied exhaustion, the breath coming out of them in a long deep fashion. He pulls her close to his chest and kisses her head. She adjusts herself so she has her head resting against his chest, he has one protective arm over her shoulders. Their legs tangled beneath them, two naked bodies pressed together.

‘It’s never been like that for me before!’ her voice breaks the silence and he feels his eyes light up with a smile ‘Me either..’ She tilts her head to look at him and gives him the cutest smile ‘Really??’ He nods his head and she settles back on to his chest. He’s no good at this stuff, but that’s ok, because with her something just feels right. The world’s gone to shit but he feels he’s now got a reason to live. As he feels sleep throw it’s silent, weightless self over them both, he finds a song come into his head that he heard a long time ago. The lyrics now making sense to him ‘When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.’ He smiles as she holds him tighter in her sleep.

I’ve really enjoyed writing 'Crawl’ and I’ve been blown away by the response to it. Thanks to everyone who has followed the story and shared their comments with me.

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Crawl - Part One

I’ve wanted to write some TWD/Daryl Dixon fanfic for a while and this is my first step into it. This work is incomplete and I have more I want to write for this but I just want to see what the reaction is and whether people will like it. I hope you enjoy, if so please comment below?


CHAPTER ONE
The sun is high in the sky and Eliza blows through her mouth trying to push the bangs from her forehead. She’s not been with the group in Alexandria long, and despite having survived on her own for a good long while, she’s slowly getting used to the safety of the walls, the comfort of the beds and the showers. The people seem friendly enough, apart from this guy who seems to have a metal rod shoved so far up his backside. But as she’s part of a community now, she has to show her willingness to help even if that means going out on runs with someone who hates her.

‘Will ya stop movin’ so much?!’ Daryl’s voice drawls, breaking Eliza from her reverie. She rolls her eyes, literally since they left the safety of the community she has done nothing but lightly grip his leather jacket to keep her steady on his bike. ‘I’m not moving Daryl!’ She sees his jaw clench ‘I can feel ya moving.’ Eliza bites her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing, remembering the way her momma always use to say ladies shouldn’t curse ‘Ok Daryl…’ under her breath she whispers ‘I’ll just stop breathin’ too shall I?!’ The speed of the bike slows down as they approach their destination. An abandoned petrol station with one of those little convenient stores. Chances are it’s already been looted in the early days but they’re not necessarily looking for day to day essentials, tins of food would be great but they’re hoping to find batteries and things like aspirin. As soon as the bike comes to a stop Eliza dismounts and puts as much distance as she can between herself and Daryl. She pushes her bangs from her head and breathes out, causing her flushed cheeks to swell out like a blowfish.

‘Too hot for ya Princess?’ Daryl scowls at her and throws his crossbow over his shoulder, before she has time to respond he starts bossing her round ‘I’ll go check out the back, you stay here and do a quick sweep of those bushes over there.’ He walks round the building loading his bow, poised and ready for action. Eliza walks over to the bushes cautiously and unsheathes her knife from the carry pouch on her jeans. ‘Fuckin’ asshole’ There are couple of walkers but they’re so decomposed that she makes light work of them, she turns and sees Daryl still hasn’t come from the back of the building. She feels her forehead crinkle in slight concern, she hates the guy but she doesn’t want to have to go back to Alexandria and tell Rick that one of his best men has been lost to the shit that is the world of the walking dead. She raises her arm and approaches the back of the building and sees Daryl bring a crossbow up and stab it into the eye socket of a walker on top of him, there’s about 6 decaying bodies lying on the ground. She stays where she is and watches Daryl push the corpse off him and stand up, he bends down and pulls the bow from the socket bringing cerebral matter with it, making a sludgy sound as he does so. He takes off his off leather jacket, wipes his head and picks up his bow. ‘Too hot for ya Princess?’ Eliza says emerging from the side of the building. Daryl spits on the floor ‘I thought I told ya to wait by the front.’ Eliza puts her knife back in its sheath ‘Yeah well last time I checked I had my own fuckin’ mind and I’m an adult so I figured I could do what the hell I want.’ Daryl stalks over to her, looking at her like she’s prey, something disgusting that should be destroyed he’s so close to her face she can feel his breath on her face ‘Yeah and get us both killed in the process cos you’re too chicken shit to wait somewhere alone.’ Eliza sees red and shoves Daryl with both her hands, his eyes widen slightly at her outburst and the strength of her as he stumbles back slightly. ‘ALRIGHT ASSHOLE..I’ll have you know I was living on my own for months before your crew found me, so fuck you, you fuckin’…FUCK!’ She turns on her heel and moves to the front of the building, clenching and unclenching her fists.

He’s been like this since she came to Alexandria, whilst most of the others seem to see she is capable and have been accepting of her Daryl seems to have a bee in his bonnet. He’s always cussing at her and treating her like she’s a kid, when in reality they’re close to the same age. ‘We’ll grab what we need and go, no messin’ around.’ If looks could kill the look she throws him would be lethal. He walks towards the door and holding his knife puts his hand on the handle ‘Don’t try anythin’ stupid!’ She grinds her teeth together ‘I got it Daryl, now can we just do this so we can get back to Alexandria and I can get the fuck away from you?!’ Daryl shrugs his shoulders ‘Fine with me!’ As the door opens the smell of decay and dirt hits her nostrils, it’s a smell she’s used to now, which is a depressing thought she doesn’t want to process right now. There are a couple of walkers but they deal with them quickly and quietly. As Daryl checks out the back storage room, Eliza looks at the clothing items and other Knick knacks on offer in the establishment. She grabs some t shirts, a couple of caps and a few pairs of denim shorts and shoves them in her backpack, clothing should not be underestimated in the post-apocalyptic world. She notices some make-up items too, she grabs some tubes of mascara and lipstick and reckons it will give the ladies of Alexandria something to be happy about. ‘You done stockin’ up on your personal shit?’ Eliza turns, bristling at the fact that she’s so jumpy. Daryl glares at her ‘Found some tins of fruit, couple of batteries, there’s not much else!’ She nods her head and Daryl storms past her outside. She does another quick sweep of the outer room and finds a sweet denim jacket behind the counter, it reminds her of one she used to wear on summer vacations. A ghost of a smile plays across her mouth for a second and her eyes cloud up as she hears her poppa’s voice telling her to fasten up. ‘I ain’t got all day, get out here!’ Daryl’s heavy southern drawl snatches the memory away from her and she stalks outside. She’s not sure but Daryl hesitates at her before climbing on the bike, something that looks almost apologetic flashes across his face, but is gone as she climbs on the bike and weakly grips on to his jacket once more. As they drive back to Alexandria, she keeps her eyes closed and tries to push away the painful memories trying to push their way into her mind.

CHAPTER TWO
Eugene and Tara close the gates as Daryl and Eliza drive through on the bike, already Rick, Michonne, Carol, Glenn and Maggie are there to greet them. At this point Eliza is in no mood to play nice she dismounts the bike, opens her backpack silently. ‘We’re glad to see you’re both ok!’ Rick says in his charming tone. She gives Rick what she found, with the exception of one pair of the shorts, she gives Maggie some lipstick and mascara she found and stalks away without saying a word. ‘Hey wait!’ She hears footsteps chasing to catch up with her and turns to Rick ‘What?!’ Rick puts his hands on his hips and looks over to the rest of the crew who are looking through the stock of tins Daryl found. ‘Did somethin’ happen out there?’ She looks at Rick and shakes her head ‘No sir, but in future don’t send me with that asshole…At this rate I’d be happier out there than in here!’ With that she turns on her heel and heads towards her living quarters where she’s currently staying on her own. She runs up the porch steps, opens the door and slams it which gives her some satisfaction. She throws the backpack across the room and kicks the wall ‘That fuckin’ asshole!’

DARYL P.O.V
As he watches Eliza head towards her house, he feels slightly guilty and knows that Rick is gonna want to know what’s gone on. But the truth is, he’s not liked her since day one, she has an air of privilege which he hated before the world turned to shit, so he has a lower tolerance for it now. He sees Maggie and Glenn exchange a look ‘Wha’?’ Maggie offers a small smile and looks at Glenn ‘Nothing. Just don’t you think you could at least try and be a bit nicer to her?!’ Instantly Daryl feels his shackles rise ‘She don’ listen to one word I gotta say, yet again she ignored wha’ I said and did what she liked!’ Glenn nods and looks down sorting through the stock, he seems at a loss for words. Rick walks over and says calmly ‘What the hell was that?’ Daryl shrugs, ‘She don’t listen, I told ya, I ain’t gonna babysit someone who’s sloppy!’ Rick grinds his teeth together and pinches his nose with his forefinger and thumb ‘Look, I know we’ve all got trust issues after everythin’ that’s happened, but the only way we’re gonna make any of this work’ he gestures to the surroundings ‘is if we make an effort to get along. Now I ain’t askin’ you to like her or braid her hair, but could you at least try and apologise so that if I have to send you both out on a run again I don’t have to worry that you’re gonna get each other killed with your arguin’?’ Daryl steps from one foot to another, his inner turmoil once again making him feel unsure of what to do, he’s changed so much recently and although he’d never say it or admit to it, he respects Rick and doesn’t want to piss him off. He shrugs his shoulders and nods ever so slightly ‘Fine…But I ain’t doin’ it till I feel ready’ He grabs his crossbow and walks off into the direction of the house. Rick raises his eyebrows at the others ‘He’s one stubborn…’ Glenn pats Ricks arm and between them they take the supplies to Olivia to be listed.

Eliza P.O.V
The water streams down her body and into her face and she just allows the moment to wash over her, literally. She clears her mind of everything and just focuses on this moment. Out of all the luxuries she’s missed, this was the biggest one, but then she knows she’s not alone in that. She washes herself up and climbs out of the shower wrapping a towel around her. She’s padding towards her room when she hears a knock on the door, it sounds angry and cautiously she grabs her knife and makes her way downstairs. Logic makes her wonder why someone threatening would knock, but in these times she trusts nothing only her gut instinct to survive. She looks through the curtained window of the door and sees the rough chapped hands dragging through the dirty matted hair, she takes in the vest top and greasy dirt stained arms and sighs with disgust, she rolls her eyes as she opens the door ‘What do you want Dixon?’ He turns and looks at her, although his eyes are scowling his cheeks flush with a slight pink tint. ‘You gotta minute?’ She puts the knife on the table near the door and holds the towel securely ‘Not really, not for you!’ Daryl huffs, and turns ‘Oh nevermin’ I didn’t wanna do it anyway!’ She feels her face screw up with a question ‘Do what?’ As Daryl turns and walks down the porch steps he glances over his shoulder ‘apologize..never mind..Rick put me up to it anyway!’ She crosses her arms and feels her face flush with colour and finds herself shouting ‘Yeah well you know what Dixon? I wouldn’t want your apology even if it was genuine, so save it!’ she barges back in to the house and slams the door for the second time that day.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He pushes his hands through his hair ‘Ungrateful lil’ bitch!’ He spits on the floor and throws himself down on the porch steps of the house he shares with Rick and the others. He finds himself staring at her house and shaking with anger. He doesn’t get her, first she answers the door wearing nothing but a towel and then has attitude with him straight away. He don’t get her, and he’s not sure he wants to. He takes out a cigarette and lights up, the hit of the nicotine instantly soothing his nerves. He scratches the back of his head and stares into the distance and finds himself thinking about her body looked in nothing but the towel, she really grates on him but even he has to admit she’s a pretty little thing. He takes a drag of the cigarette and closes his eyes ‘Didn’t go well then huh?’ He sees Carol smiling at him. ‘She’s too stubborn and rude, she don’t listen!’ Carol nods her head and sits down next to Daryl. She plucks the cigarette from his fingers and takes a drag herself. ‘You know Daryl, sometimes you’re not the easiest person to read.’ He looks at her and shrugs his shoulders ‘So?’ Carol smiles at Daryl and gives him the cigarette back ‘So..Have you ever thought that it might be you?!’ With that she stands and walks into the house leaving Daryl on the porch with his thoughts.

CHAPTER THREE
She found herself getting restless and bored about a half an hour ago, so she’s been messing round with the make-up she found on the run today. She’s pleased with the results, her hazel eyes stand out more with the eyelashes being more accented with the mascara, a lick of plum coloured lipstick looks natural and not too obvious. She sighs as she ruffles her hand through her hair and wishes there was someone worth doing it for. She looks outside and sees that it isn’t dark just yet but the sun looks about to set at any time, a smile plays across her mouth as she decides to see if Maggie and Tara would be up for a little makeover session with the rest of the women. She pulls on her new denim shorts and throws a white shirt over the black bikini top she has on and knots it at the front, she pulls on some flat shoes and grabs her pack with the make-up and lets herself outside. The air is humid, but pleasant, not as stifling as the heat earlier that morning. As she walks down the porch steps, she finds a spring in her step, despite Dixon’s shitty attitude she ain’t gonna let him ruin her mood. She heads over the road to where Maggie and the others live and knocks on the door.

Daryl’s P.O.V
He lifts his head up from the sofa where it’s been lay since he came back from his chat with Carol earlier. He’s been lost in his thoughts and hasn’t realised how much time has passed, the house is quiet and he realises that others must be finishing up their errands for the day, he can smell the casserole Carol has in the oven and his stomach rumbles. He hears it again, three light knocks at the door and lifts himself, suddenly feeling heavy and exhausted. He pulls open the door and for a second, it feels like he forgets to breathe. There she is the source of all his anguish, the pain in his ass, he feels his cheeks raise with colour as he takes her in with his eyes. She looks different, she looks good. He scans her up and down and licks his lip as he notices a tattoo covering her thigh, her eyes are glistening and her hair looks thick, he wants to reach and brush his hands through it. ‘Hi!’ She looks at him and all the happiness that was in her face a second before has left it, ‘Oh hi. Is Maggie home?’ Daryl can’t stop looking at her, he never realised she was so petite and curvy. He manages to stammer out ‘N-no!’ Eliza sighs and seems deflated, she adjusts her backpack and looks down ‘Ok, well as usual, thanks for all your help Dixon.’ It takes Daryl a moment to realise she’s walking away ‘Hey, wait!’ She pushes out her chin and looks up into his eyes as he walks over to her. ‘What?!’ She sounds exhausted saying it. ‘Do you wanna come inside?’ he gestures over his shoulder. She looks him in the eye ‘With you? No, I’d rather not!’ She turns on her heel and sashays towards the storage room. He kicks the floor with his boot and feels his stomach tighten.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Ok she thinks, that was awkward. He didn’t shout at her but he wasn’t too friendly and he didn’t argue back when she made it clear she didn’t want to be alone with him, she glances over her shoulder and sees Daryl still standing there. He’s scuffing his boot against the floor and is running his hands through his hair. She suddenly feels bad, she closes her eyes and hears her mama’s voice telling her to have manners. ‘Hey Daryl!’ He looks up at the sound of her voice and she walks back to him ‘You know, I will wait inside if that’s ok?!’ He walks back towards the house ‘S’fine.’ Following him she sighs as he shuts the door.

CHAPTER FOUR   
Daryl’s P.O.V
He sits back on the sofa and watches her sit on the edge of one of the chairs, with her backpack on her knees. She looks around the room and Daryl uses the opportunity to take her in a bit more, ok he has to admit, she’s definitely attractive and the tattoo on the thigh is pretty damn hot, he licks his lips and wonders if she has anymore. He rests his foot over his knee and looks up at the ceiling. The clock ticking in the room the only sound.

Eliza’s P.O.V
Eliza looks around the room, although so many people share this house, it feels so empty to her. She looks around and realises that there are no family portraits on the wall, there’s nothing here to make it personal and it makes her stomach drop for a second as she wonders how many houses have abandoned memories on the wall, memories that are now extinguished. She feels a shiver go down her spine and takes her mind off it by looking over at Daryl. He’s not said anything to her since he let her inside and the argument and tension from today still hangs heavy in the air. He’s got his eyes closed and it almost looks like he’s sleeping, he looks so peaceful. She glances at the biceps in his arms and the dirt and grease covering them, she looks at his calloused hands and slowly traces her eyes down the rest of his body. She wouldn’t admit it but he’s definitely got the whole bad boy, macho look down to a tee. In fact if the world was still turning on its axis in a normal fashion, he’d be the kind of guy to catch her eye much to her parents chagrin. She coughs lightly clearing her throat and his eyes shoot open, his head snaps up and he looks at her, once again a pink colour coming into his cheek. ‘So I guess I just wanted to say…like..sorry for before!’ She picks her fingernail and tries not to look at Daryl as she apologises, this is painful enough as it is without seeing his smug, gloating face. ‘Mmm, yeah, me too I guess.’ Her head turns to face him and he offers her the world’s smallest smile, it barely looks real. She brushes her hand through her hair and exhales loudly. ‘Dinner smells nice’ Daryl nods and shuffles to the edge of the sofa, he lights up a cigarette and his blue eyes glisten as they seem to scrutinise her ‘Carol made it, I can’t cook for shit!’ Eliza smiles at his words and shakes her head ‘Well I’ve seen you skin a squirrel in under five minutes, so you have your skills for sure!’ Daryl takes a long drag of his cigarette and doesn’t break eye contact. Eliza feels a warmth spread up her throat to her cheeks and feels uncomfortable, she stands up ‘I should probably get going, I just came over to see if Maggie and the others wanted to have a makeover but I guess they’re busy.’ As she says all this she’s placing her backpack on her shoulders and walking towards the door. Daryl stands not really sure what’s happening. ‘They’ll be back soon if y’all wanna wait!’ She shakes her head and opens the door ‘No..Actually I’m pretty tired. Thanks though, see ya!’ She shuts the door and practically runs to her house, she rushes in and slides down the back of the door landing on the floor.

Daryl’s P.O.V
Daryl stands in the silence of the hallway, confused by what just happened. He shakes his head, and walks outside smoking his cigarette. She’s one weird girl, his brow furrows as he wonders what came over her. He’s not the most talkative person, but he doesn’t think he said or did anything wrong. He sees the light in her bedroom come on and can make out the blurred image of her moving around, he knows it’s wrong but as he glances both ways to make sure no one sees him, he walks towards her house and stands in the shadows.

Eliza’s P.O.V
She pulls her shirt over her head and undoes the clasp on her bikini top, pulling on a strappy vest top she tugs down her shorts and walks towards the window. She stands looking out across at the house she just left and glances up to the sky at the stars. Something about the way Daryl looked at her made he feel something she hasn’t felt in a long time, at all even. She flicks the switch of the light and climbs on to the bed and lies there, scrunching her face up in confusion as she asks herself can you start to like someone you hated in the same day. She doesn’t know that outside in the shadows Daryl Dixon feels ignited with a desire he’s never felt.

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Prisongrumps, Chapter 8 (Final)

Holy shit, can you believe it? Because I fucking can’t. This shit has been going on like 2 months now?? And I finished it???

Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has read, who has left notes and comments and nice tags in the reblogs. The only way I have kept motivated this entire time is because of you guys. I find it so hard to write without positive reinforcement, and you guys have been so generous and forthcoming with your lovely comments, which has spurred me on to finish the single longest piece of fiction (or non-fiction, for that matter) that I have ever written. So thank you all, and I hope to keep writing stuff that you guys enjoy.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Rated R

Warning for (mild, non-graphic) mentions of sexual assault

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