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*)

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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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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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