~Daryl~

We both speed walk through the forest. I hear her footsteps behind me, and assume she is there. I have lost all of my patience, I don't have time to deal with her little girl problems. Right now we just gotta keep moving.

We walk for a long time. Ignoring the moans and groans we hear. I ignore my feelings and just keep walking. And although my feelings are ignored, I do not bother and hide my anger.

We come to a clearing, to see a car and we stop. The groans and moans are very loud now. I look around, two cars are there. A Lincoln and a Pilot on its side. I open the trunk of the Lincoln,"Get in. Hurry"

She nods, and stuffs herself in. I put my crossbow in, and she moves it to the side. The groans are louder now, and I can see the figures of them. I quickly hop in and close the trunk. I reach my hand over, letting out a breath when my hands touch the familiar feel of my crossbow. I turn towards her.

The moonlight goes through the lights and small bullet holes in the trunk, and I swear it hits her perfectly. I shake it off, focusing on the groans of the walkers going past us oblivious to our hiding spot.

The moonlight hits her eyes, and I can see fear, but also the familiar look of hope. She sort of smiles. Stop Daryl. Don't think of her like that. I keep telling myself.

She is just a little girl. A little girl who thinks everything will be okay. That there will be hope. Their isn't any. I don't understand how she can keep going.

It went from her thinking about suicide awhile ago, to never losing hope. It is confusing. How does she see hope in everything? It was something that sickened me, yet something that I secretly craved.

I heard her shiver, felt it as well. The car walked back and forward. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her closer to me. I heard her gasp, and freeze. I just did that. After awhile, her breathing calmed, and I felt her grip my shirt tightly, and her head rest on my shoulder.

We breath in sync. Her breath on my neck, occasionally making me shiver, but also calming me. Her body heat warming me, and the feeling I've had about her, that I've been trying to push down and ignore, is rapidly coming back up. But, I know I'll be able to hide it.

~Beth~

The trunk is pretty big and comfortable, until Daryl gets in. Then besides being a bit cramped, the awkwardness makes it much worse. I don't complain. It a bit hard drowning out the sound of the walkers. It's almost impossible to get over the cold night.

I focus on Daryl. The moonlight lands on his face and I smile. I try to make it as normal as possible. Beth! You are stuck inside a closed space with a guy you like, and I keep thinking about what would happen if there weren't walkers outside, making awful

Sounds. But if they weren't out there, we wouldn't be in here. I get cold again and shiver. I shift uncomfortably, and the car rocks.

I feel Daryl's hands on my waist and tense up. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach grows, as he pulls me into him. I am still tensed up. See, good things happen when you keep your hopes up. As we sit there, I hear the walkers get louder, and in the back of my mind, I think about them coming in and ripping Daryl away from me. It's happened to me before.

I grip his shirt tightly. I wouldn't let go

of him. They wouldn't take him from me. I fell asleep eventually. To the sound of his soft snoring, and the walker groans from outside.

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