Cowards
He pushed her against the wall enraged and desperate. She pushed him away as if he’s just burnt her with that move.
“What the hell, woman???? You could have DIED!! What the fuck were you thinking going on your own for Alpha, woman???, he continued screaming and pushing her and she let him release his anger.
“I went to kill my son’s killer, Daryl”, she stated as if she was telling him she had milk for breakfast in the morning.
“And you couldn’t fucking tell me?”, he growled at her, “You know I went looking for you with your fucking husband? Just before the fight?
She let out a shaky breath and she moved her face away from him. But he didn’t let her, he took her face in his hands to force her to look at him. Not gently like he does when he worries about her, but fiercely and full of anger.
“What enrages you more, Daryl?”, she asked him in an almost inaudible whisper while she started to cry in frustration, “The fact that I ran away to kill her without telling you or the fact that you had to go with my husband to look for me?”
He growled and moved away from her. He looked as a caged animal, he couldn’t even look at her. He mumbled something and she started to laugh frantically. Maybe they had both lost it. Their sanity or what was left of it.
“I could.. I could live watching you holding hands with another man..”, he growled back at her and the look in his eyes took her breath away, “ I could live for years like that, just seeing you from time to time... but don’t fucking ask me... don’t fucking ask me to fucking live without you”
She started to cry openly now, unable to look away from him. He wasn’t like that. He’s always expressed how much he loves her with actions... hugging her, protecting her, giving everything he had to try to maintain her alive and sane.
He was never the type of man who could express his feelings openly,maybe he was enraged and scared.... but he was talking. Finally. After all these years....
“You don’t know how I felt, fuck”, he muttered while hitting the wall next to them, “You don’t know how I fucking felt when I realised you were gone... and I fucking knew the moment I saw Henry’s head that I would lose you to your rage...Fuck, you could kill me one day without even coming close to me!!!!”
She started to let her body fall to the floor, trembling. Scared. What was happening?
He was looking at his trembling hands while probably thingking the same thing.
“I don’t remember....”, she whispered loud enough so he could hear her, “I don’t remember when was the last time I made love to my husband... “, she continued knowing her confession would change everything, “ but I do remember I wished every damn time .... that it were you in my bed. Not him”, she finally confessed with a shaky breath.
He didn’t move.
Hell, he didn’t even breath.
Several seconds or minutes, who the hell knows, passed. And then she heard him taking a breath, and then, he started to talk in that voice she loves so much. The voice he uses for her. Just her.
“If I weren’t such a fucking coward..... I fucking wish I had never let you stay in that house... I should have... then.. so much has happened and if only... “, he mumbled looking at his hands,”I lied to you”
“When?”, she asked him as she started to move to him. Not deliberately, but it was impossible to stay away from him. Some force attracted her to him. It’s been always like that... their attraction always made them being close to each other.
“Just now.. I told you I could live with you and the king being together, but the funny thing is that it kills me”, he confessed with his eyes full of tears, “It kills me every damn time I think of you, and hell, I haven’t stopped thinking about ya since the first moment I saw you in that quarry with your little girl”
That was it.
“I guess we both have been cowards, Daryl”, she whispered, “ I cannot live without you”, she said holding back her tears, “I don’t want to... I don’t want to lay in bed with another man, I just want to be yours....”
He didn’t let her finish. He caught her mouth with his own in an animalistic kiss. A kiss so savage, so full of love... The desire, the passion they both had kept away from years has finally hit them. She moaned in his mouth and they broke apart. His face was moisty with his own tears. She laughed softly while she leant forward to kiss him once more.
“Why the tears, my love?”, she whispered holding back her own tears.
“I’m breathing for the first time in my shitty life”, he confessed and and she kissed him more fiercely, more passionate if that was even possible.
He didn’t need to tell her he loves her neither did she.
It was love from the moment he went to look for Sophia and it continued to grow for almost a decade.
“Hi, guys... sorry to interrupt”, said Michonne not far away from them, “ There are more whisperers coming for us, we need to fight”, she went away before they even had time to react.
“One last time”, she said leaning to him so their foreheads would touch.
He breathed her in and he gave her a brief kiss which tasted of endless love.
“One last time, sweetheart”
