Part 75

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I tiredly rubbed a towel through my wet hair, my arms aching from constantly holding that gun up all day as I headed downstairs, trying to return to life as usual.

I rummaged through the cupboards, hungry for anything I could find before I grabbed a dented can of raviolis. I let out a chuckle, throwing my towel over the back of a chair as I remembered how much I loved this stuff as a child.

I looked up as the front door suddenly opened, Daryl appearing on the other side.

"Hey," he murmured, walking over to where I stood, "Carol doin' ok?"

"I think so," I nodded, "She said she wanted to get some sleep so Rosita and I just let her be. How did everything at the Hilltop go?"

He shrugged, taking a seat across from where I stood, "Jesus and all 'em got back and their doc is patchin' the other up."

"You think he's going to be ok though?" I asked before trying to pull off the easy pull top of the can.

A smirk appeared on Daryl's face as he pulled the can away from me, easily pulling off the top before sliding it back.

"My arms hurt, ok?" I whined playfully, pulling a fork out of the drawer.

"Doc said he should be fine." He answered as I began eating from the can, holding out a bite for him across the kitchen island.

Soon after, a comfortable silence filled the room, only the slight sound of metal on tin being heard, a normal, almost calming sound.

"Thanks for earlier, you know.. when Rick--"

"Told ya I ain't want ya to go through that anymore." He shrugged.

I sighed, "You can't protect me from everything, Daryl."

"Yeah, but I can try, right?"

I nodded slightly, taking another bite of the food in front of me, "So, was that guy the one who took your bike?"

He shook his head, his mind seeming filled with thought.

"The guy who did.. was he in the compound?" I asked slowly, looking up at him when he didn't answer before back down at my food, "I thought that everything was going to go back to normal after all of that.."

"It's gonna-"

"How?" I cut him off, "How is anything going to be normal if we're always afraid that someone's going to come after us? The walkers are bad enough.. I don't-- I can't-"

"Ya ain't gonna." He stopped me, coming over to where I stood as his lips connected with mine, briefly stopping as our eyes met, "Nobody's gonna touch ya but me."

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I woke up securely wrapped in the arms of the one I had happily been spending night after night with-- someone who, in the beginning, I knew I had feelings for but never thought that this is what the outcome would be. I thought that what I felt for Daryl would turn out the same way as everything did before the world stopped spinning. I thought that I'd quietly lust over an asshole that would only break my heart at the end of the day; treat me like shit and sleep with me-- reduce me to tears and make me feel love. But that love was never real love, and I didn't know that until Daryl showed me something that was 10x better than what I'd ever felt.
In a weird way he makes me feel thankful that the dead are walking, because if it weren't for him, I think I'd be one of them.
But in an even stranger way, I feel like I don't deserve him.
What did I do to deserve someone who cares for me so deeply that he's willing to risk his life in order to save mine? Someone who.. I don't even think the thought of using me ever came into his mind? Or someone who's accepted my past without a second thought?

I love him-- I love what we have, but I don't know if I deserve it.


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Short chapter, but I wanted to focus again on Daryl and Liz's relationship and what's going on in her head.
If you've read For The Ones I Love this chapter may give you some answers as to why what happened in that book did happen, which we will also get more answers about in the 3rd book that will be starting very soon.

I'm also in the process of beginning to write a Fear The Walking Dead x Nick Clark fanfic because, if it isn't obvious by now, I love having more on my plate than I can handle.
Let me know if that's something you're excited about or not!

I'd also love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and what's going through your mind.

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