Arrows and Angel Wings [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twelve

*~FORMAL SMUT WARNING! IT'S AT THE END SO BEWARE!!~*

*Danielle's POV*

Apparently only one night was all Hershel was going to allow Daryl to stay in the house since we were promptly pushed back out to our camp at first light. I was sitting in the tent with Daryl reading while he was stabbing holes in the mesh with one of his arrows since I told him he couldn't get up and move around because of the stitches that held the arrow wound track closed.

"Hey." Andrea said walking through the flap.

I made a sound of acknowledgement but didn't say anything.

"Look, I'm trying to say I'm sorry here, if you would let me." She pleaded.

"Sorry for what? For thinking that you knew best and fired a shot after Rick had blatantly told you not to when you didn't even have a clear sightline? For not listening when I told you that what you thought was a walker could've been Daryl? For shooting him?" I growled.

"I feel like shit, I don't need you to make me feel worse. Yeah you were right okay?" She said.

"You and me both." Daryl said trying to sit up.

"I don't expect you both to forgive me but if there's anything I can do." She said.

"You were trying to protect the group. We're good." Daryl told her.

She smiled slightly and went to walk out of the tent.

"But, hey," Daryl called after her making her stop and look at him. "Shoot me again, you'd best pray I'm dead." He finished.