22. Just A Moment

I laid with my bare body pressed against Daryl's, soaking up his warmth. I was tired, and so was Daryl, I pressed a light kiss to his chest. "Goodnight, my love" I mumbled, slipping my arms up and under his arms as I laid on top of him.

"Goodnight, my angel" I heard his half asleep voice quietly, his hand fiddling with my hair gently.

I smiled against his chest, as I laid there. And for a long moment, time stopped. The world stood frozen, and all I could think about was Daryl, how much I loved him, how much I was in love with him. I pictured how our lives would be in a year or two from now, but for a moment, along with everything. I forgot; I forgot about the dead walking among us and slowly killing off every last of us, Of the living. I forgot. And once I realised I had forgotten this big part of my life today, I frowned deeply. I had imagined the house we would buy, maybe even the children we would have. But all of that was just a moments thought. Because the reality of life hit me hard and crushed my moments thought. Reality of our life is that we are going to constantly be in danger, constantly be running from the dead, we'll be living in fear. I swallowed thickly, I didn't want these thoughts just before I fell asleep. I shifted a little against Daryl and lifted my head, I looked at his sleeping face. I wasn't sure if he always looked this peaceful in his sleep or maybe it was the dream he was having. I faintly smiled, slowly moved my hands to cup his face before I placed a quick gentle kiss to his lips, I saw the small smile form on his face and that was enough to make me happy. I nuzzled my face into his neck and took a deep calming breath of his scent, and slowly I fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

I woke up to Daryl tightening his arms around me and holding me closer on him, the heat from last nights actions had vanished and the cold had taken it's place on our bare bodies, he reached down and pulled the covers over us more. I straddled my legs around his waist and lifted my head, quickly pecking his lips. "GoodMorning baby" I whispered, cupping his face.

"Morning sweetheart" he whispered back, a small smile on his face that managed to make me smile like an idiot.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, tracing my thumbs over the fairly long stubble's on his face.

"Actually pretty good" He chuckled, slowly sitting up and pulling me with him.

I sat on his lap, my legs straddled around him as I gently kissed him "Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing smile" I whispered and watched him try to hide the smile on his face. I pecked his lips once more, unable to help myself "I love your smile, it's rare but amazing"

"Y'know you're a weird girl, ain't no girl like my smile" he mumbled, blushing a little.

I squared my shoulders and spoke in a deep voice, playfully "Ain't no girl ever love you like I do" I giggled, wrapping my arms around him and leaning my head against his shoulder, gazing up at him as I watched his smile grow.

He shook his head a little "I ain't ever done this before" he admits, chewing on his lip a little.

I gave a small shrug "So, there's a first time for everything right?" I nuzzled my nose into his neck.

"I suppose yer righ'." He chuckled faintly, before stretching out and yawning "What 'ave we got planned for today?"

"Well, we should probably put some clothes on first" I giggled, running my fingers down his chest "And then eat something because I'm hungry and then probably hit the road? Keep moving?" I tilted my head slightly, watching him blush again and shift a little.

"Clothes might be a good idea" he chuckled, and I could feel his nervousness hanging heavy between us now.

I leant up and lightly kissed him, giving him a reassuring smile "Don't be nervous, it's only me?"

He swallowed thickly and nodded "Sorry, I'm not used to this or having a girl like me like this" he admits and I frown, watching our amazing moment from last night disappear, my moments thought disappear and the reality hits me again, Daryl isn't used to this? I start to wonder if I've rushed him into things.

"No, I'm sorry" I pecked his cheek lightly before climbing off of him and grabbed my clothes, quickly getting dressed.

"Hey, I didn't mean.." He quickly stood and pulled me to him as I was tugging my jeans up, my bare chest pressed against him as I looked up at him "I didn't mean I didn't like it, I just. I've never done it before." He sighed, his arms tightly wrapped around me. "I don't want to do something wrong, I jus'.. I love you, I mean that Bella"

I felt the tears trickle down my face and the smile grow as I wrapped my arms around him "I don't want to rush you into something you don't want to do, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable" I said softly as I hid my face in his chest, I pressed my ear against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, which was somehow calming and peaceful.

I heard his chuckle as he shook his head "That's crazy Bella, if I didn't want to do it I wouldn't. You're not rushing me into anything" he cupped my face and made me look at him. "I love you, and you're not rushing me into anything. I wanted that last night, just as much as you did"

I blinked back my tears, a wide smile on my face as I stared him in the eyes "I love you so much, Daryl Dixon" I leaned up and pecked his cheek. "Now, c'mon. Let's get dressed and eat, I'm hungry" I pulled away from him and continued to tug my jeans up, zipping them up before I slipped my bra on and my shirt afterwards, I kept my gaze on Daryl as he dressed himself, watching the perfect way he moved. Everything he did was perfect. I reached for a back-pack and pulled out two cans of spaghetti and two forks, tossing one to Daryl once he was dressed. I opened my can and sat down on the edge of the bed, eating it slowly. A silence fell between us, but it was a nice silence. The type that you liked. I didn't manage to finish my can, I was starving but after about three quarters I became full, I gave the rest to Daryl and once he finished we packed our things and set off. The sky was a bright blue, no clouds nor birds, it was a bright clear day, it wasn't as cold outside as it was in. But a cool breeze still lingered, I kept my hand near my knife as we walked down the street, Daryl beside me holding his crossbow. There wasn't a walker in sight, I had a gut feeling it'd be a matter of turning a corner and we'd be surrounded. And I was right.