All That's Left (The Walking Dead FanFiction)

Chapter 36

His lips crash into mine and I feel everything all at once. It's like fire coursing through my veins. My head starts swimming and it takes too long for me to finally push him away.

"Robbie," I breathe.

He's still too close to me. His blue eyes are dark and his skin is tan from the Georgia sun. He's incredibly beautiful but I don't want this. At least not with him.

"I-I'm sorry," he quickly apologizes. "You came in to visit me a few times. I guess I had it all wrong."

"I have feelings for someone else," I admit.

He looks at me perplexed. Like he has no idea who I'm talking about. "This is awkward. I'm really sorry, again. I'm just gonna leave."

"Wait," I call after him. "I still want to see you and talk to you. Is that okay?"

Sam comes crashing into my legs, giggling, before Robbie responds. "Yeah," he smiles. "That should be okay."

Two days pass until Daryl is finally released from Jonah's care. And the two days are brutal. They consist only of Sam. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. The kid drives me closer and closer to the edge of insanity. He screams and cries for things I can't give him and runs away from my sight so I lose him and spend hours searching for him. One time he ran outside into the freezing cold and hid out in the crop fields. When he finally started crying from the cold was when I found him.

I was livid.

Then he apologized, looking at me with wide, baby blue eyes and I wasn't so angry anymore.

He still drives me crazy though, and as the weeks have passed he's started talking more, which also isn't as exciting as you would think it is. He never shuts up: Macy this, Macy that. It never stops.

Now, the two of us stand waiting outside the infirmary. Sam stands impatiently in front of the door, even after I tell him he's going to get smacked if he keeps standing there. He doesn't listen.

Through the window, I see Daryl. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles a little. I glance back and forth between him and the door, trying to let him know Sam's there. He nods and opens the door slowly before pulling his son into his arms. Sam laughs so hard as his dad spins him around I can hear his little voice echo down the halls.

All I can think of is how grateful I am that I'm not watching Sam on my own anymore and that Daryl is alive-standing right in front of me, breathing. He still looks tired; the bags under his eyes are a deep purple and his cheek bones stick out. But he looks better than he did two days ago. He looks like the man I love, and I don't think I've ever seen anyone more beautiful.

Then, with his free hand he motions for me to come closer and wraps his arm around me. The three of us stand there-close-like that for a while. I fight back tears. The relief that floods through me is overwhelming. Having all of us together again makes my knees weak and my head spin.

Everything feels perfect. And with the way the world is I never thought perfect was something I would feel again.

The next day Daryl and I leave the prison to go hunting together. Despite still being weak, Daryl insisted he was well enough to hunt and Rick gave us permission to leave for a few hours.

The air is cold. Even with the thick jacket I'm wearing, I can feel the cold stick to my skin. Daryl walks a few paces in front of me with his crossbow slung on his shoulder as he navigates through the woods. With the weather like this, I don't know what he expects to find. The trees are frosted with snow and a thin blanket of it covers the ground. I wish I knew when Christmas was coming.