Daryl's POV

I watch her out the window as I do the dishes. What the fuck am I thinking? Merle and I plan to leave in a few weeks and here I am being friendly with our boss's daughter. She's getting in my head and totally screwing with my brain. I made myself a promise that I'd never commit to a relationship, I wouldn't want it to get serious. I also don't want kids because I don't want to end up doing what my father did to me.

I watch as the car disappears down the driveway. I'm not sure what I'm going to do tonight, I don't have any plans. It's a Tuesday night so there's nothing really happening, and I'm not really one to celebrate Halloween. Travis said we could make ourselves at home. Downstairs there's no cable, but up here we have access. I finish packing up the cookies and although she said not to steal one I do, and then I take another just because.

I sit down in the recliner, this thing has become my favorite chair and flip through the channels. Some zombie movie is on so I leave it. What better than a zombie movie on Halloween. I sit back in the chair and snack on the forbidden cookies. They are so good, I might have to steal another, it's not like she'll count it to check.

I wake with a start from the awful nightmare I was having. I wish they'd stop after all these years I still can't get the image of my father hitting me with those belts. I realize the phone ringing is what tore me from the nightmare. I know it's not my house, but this is the third time it's gone off since I've woken. I assume that Travis is still not back, so I get up off the chair and head for the kitchen. I grab the phone off the wall and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Da Da Da ... Daryl," I hear a voice on the other end and it sounds drunk.

As I'm on the phone with her Liam comes strolling into the kitchen. He looks at me and smiles. I tell her to hold on a second, but she's babbling something in my ear. I put the phone down and put my hand over the bottom.

"Your sister isn't home yet," I say.

He looks at me and nods letting me know he's understood me. He takes his hands and lays his head on his hands like he's sleeping, then points to his room. I nod, he's telling me that he's going to sleep.

"Your sister is on the phone, I might have to pick her up. You'll be okay here by yourself?" I look right at his eyes hoping he can understand.

He lifts his hand and pokes his chest with his thumb. I'm not sure what that means, but he does it again and mouths okay. Then he turns back to me with an accusing look on his face, but it's playful. He points to me then makes a sign like he's grabbing something and then signs cookie. I remember the sign from earlier.

"Yes I took a cookie."

He crosses his arms and looks at me again.

"Okay two," I say holding up two fingers.

He shakes his finger at me with a smile and then signs what I think is goodnight. I pick the phone back up to my ear and listen to the sounds of Chloe singing something loudly.

"ba du ba dop ba du yeah yeah," she shouts.

"Chloe?" I question.

"Hey D!" she giggles.

"Where are you, I'll come get you."

"Pshh, I brought my own car," she tells me.

"I think it's best if you don't drive."

"I drive you drive we all drive yay," she babbles.

She's kind of cute when she's drunk. What the fuck am I thinking right now? I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I have no choice. I can't allow her to drive home drunk, I just don't have it in me to do that.

"Tell me where you are?" I ask.

"One eight zero Rosemary drive."

She shouts so loud that it hurts my ears.

"I'll be there soon," I tell her and hang up.

***

Chloe's POV

I can't believe I just did that, I called the house and Daryl answered. Now I'm pacing back and forth on the lawn waiting for him to show up. Katelyn yells my name her voice full of confusion.

"Hey you ran off," she says.

"Sorry, I um... someone's coming to pick me up," I say.

"Oh, the mysterious motorcycle guy?" she asks.

I nod and look around, I know she'll recognize him instantly, or maybe she won't even remember those guys. I pray she doesn't, and she's drunk enough where she might forget. She keeps babbling on about how excited she is to finally meet him. I'm barely listening to her as I bite my nails waiting for him to show. I hear him well before I see him. The sound of his motorcycle echoes around us. She jumps and squeals like a little school girl. As he drives up she literally runs to the bike. I try to keep up, but I'm so dizzy I can barely do that.

"Motorcycle man sup?" I hear her yell.

I can't see his face so I'm not sure if he's entertained or annoyed. What was he doing answering the house phone anyway. I stroll up to him and now see that he's amused. I push by her and almost fall before reaching the bike. He steadies himself and reaches his arm out to help me.

"Woah there," I hear him say.

"She's drunk a bit," I hear Katelyn say.

He looks at her for a second and then puts his full attention on me. I know he's contemplating leaving his bike here and taking my car unsure if I can make it on the bike. He shuts it off and walks around to help hold me up.

"Does she really have to go?" Katelyn pouts.

He grunts at her, and I giggle. I love how he does that, it's kind of sexy. Holy shit Chloe keep that shit to yourself. I cover my mouth thinking I said it all out loud.

"Don't puke on me," he growls.

I realize that he thinks I'm going to puke and I start giggling. He sighs and pulls me towards the bike. He helps me on and I'm not so sure this is a good idea. I feel like I might fall over.

"Where you going Pierce," I hear Ethan call as he jogs up to the motorcycle.

Daryl and Ethan exchange "the look". The look that guys get when they are about to kick the others ass. I trip over the curb going down and Daryl doesn't catch me in time. I fall and scrape my knee ripping a hole in my pants. Great, these cost like fifty bucks.

"I'll take her home man, she'll fall off that thing," I hear Ethan say.

I look back at them and then up at Daryl who looks really uncomfortable. He kneels down in front of me and lifts my chin to check me out. He's contemplating something.

"Hey, Katelyn right?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's me," she shouts.

"Is there a safe spot for my bike? I'll have her drive me back tomorrow to get it," he says.

"Yeah, the garage. No one will go in there," she says.

Daryl lifts me off the ground and starts taking me towards my car. "Keys," he says holding his hand out for them. Out of my back pocket I pull my keys out and hand them to him.

"Man, I said I'd take her..."

"I got her," Daryl states.

I can hear anger in his tone, and I hope that Ethan doesn't push him any further, since he has no idea who he's dealing with. He opens up the passenger door and helps me in.

"I'll be right back, okay?"

I nod and he shuts the door gently. I hear muffled voices and close my eyes. A tapping at the window startles me. Ethan is standing there arms crossed with an angry look on his face. I open the door.

"What Ethan?" I really don't want to be bothered.

"You should come home with me where you belong," he says.

"I'm fine Ethan."

"You've changed," he says.

"Fuck you! So have you!" I yell.

"You've just become a little bitch," he says.

I know he's wasted off his ass, but I also feel like in a way he meant what he said. I push him away from the door and slam it shut. He starts knocking on the window again, so I give him the finger. I see Daryl coming and he looks pissed.

"I thought she said to leave her alone," he growls.

"Oh, so you're the reason she won't fuck me, she's lost it to you instead. Always looking for the bad boys huh Chloe?" a drunk Ethan says.

"Shut up!" I yell. "Daryl c'mon." I hope he can hear me through the closed windows.

I think he does because he doesn't pay attention to Ethan's taunts. He opens the driver's side door and puts the key in the ignition.

"You're being stupid Chloe!" he yells.

I hear Katelyn tell him to leave and he shrugs her off. I don't want to hear their banter anymore I turn up the radio and close my eyes. I hear the sounds of Papa Roach's Last Resort and thank god for loud angry rock music. I sing with my eyes clothes as I feel Daryl drive off. I open my eyes as we get back on to the main road and look at the time on the dashboard. It's now almost one in the morning, oh my god Liam.

"Liam," I shout.

"He's fine, he went to bed before I left. I checked in on him, out cold snoring," he tells me.

"I can't believe I lost track of time. I was supposed to be there for him when he got home. I mean what if you weren't there Daryl he would have been on his own..."

"Hey," he says. "It's alright, he's home and he's safe. Okay?"

I nod as Daryl places his hand over my hand that's resting on my knee. I think I'm imagining it, but I'm not. His hands are rough and calloused, but comforting. He pulls away all too quick and the warmth I was feeling vanishes. I close my eyes for the rest of the trip, but don't fall asleep. I need to check on Liam before I go to bed. Daryl walks around and opens the door for me. I nearly tumble out, but he helps steady me. I still can't walk straight so Daryl helps me to the house. We walk in and I head straight for Liam's room Daryl on my tail. I check in and notice he's out cold snoring on his bed. I turn to head back for my room and bump into Daryl. My hands touch his chest again, and when I look up he's staring down at me.

"How's your knee?" he ask.

I totally had forgotten that I fell, and when I look down there's dried blood on my pants. He takes my arm and leads me to the bathroom. Doing exactly what I did for him while he was drunk. He finds everything with ease and starts to clean out my cut. I hiss when the peroxide hits my wound.

"You're such a baby," he mocks.

I push him and he almost falls over, but holds himself steady with one hand. I hear him laugh again and even drunk it makes me giddy. I don't understand why I'm feeling this way, but for some reason I can't help it. He looks up at me and I want to reach out and touch him, but I know that is definitely the alcohol talking.

"Thanks," I say.

He grunts again and I chuckle. He looks up, "What?" he asks. I shake my head and let him finish bandaging my cut. He starts to stand when I grab his shirt. I honestly don't know what possess me to do it, but I pull him towards me. Our lips crash together and I think I hear him suck in a breath. Our lips stay like that for a few seconds until I make the first move. I part his lips with my tongue and moan into his mouth as his soft tongue touches mine. I know I'm going to regret this in the morning, but in this moment it feels good. He places his hands on my arms and I reach up and grab the back of his hair pulling hard. He moans too and I swear I'm about to lose all of my shit. I've never felt like this from just a kiss. Tomorrow I'll have to play the drunk card, but right now I don't want to stop.

He pulls away first and we are both panting and out of breath. I'm not sure what to say or do next, but he makes the first move anyway. He gives me a look that I can't read, and walks out of the room without another word. I bang my hand on the counter and scream as the pain radiates through my body. I can't believe I fucking did that, I just kissed Daryl Dixon.