Eleanor Winchester has lived around monsters her entire life. As much as her father tried to hide her from it, he had no choice but to train her along side her older brothers.
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The CDC was not the safe haven Rick was hoping for. We found one man alone in this big building. The answers he had for us were only disappointing. He had no contact with anyone else, there was no cure, and he was the only one to stay. The other doctors took their own lives or left with their families.
Although there were no answers for us, there was still food, water, and a place to sleep.
Our group has sat around a table. There's laughter and wine. It's almost like it was before the apocalypse.
Well that's a lie. It's always just been Sam, Dean, and I. We never had a big family gathering where we ate and drank wine.
It was always whisky and fast food.
Dean kept my glass filled, knowing how much I needed to relax. We all needed to relax. Glenn was getting very tipsy which was great to see how bright his cheeks got.
"I'm going to shower," I tell my brothers and excuse myself from the group.
Some of the others excuse themselves around the same time. Carol and Lori take the kids to check on the board games. Shane ruined the mood by asking Jenner a question about what's going on.
I was desperate to have alone time. It's such a rare thing for me to actually have time to myself.
My brothers are typically always there. Not this time. They are enjoying the time with the group.
I take a peak at Carl and them to make sure they are okay. Carol sees me and gives me a soft wave and smile to let me know they are good.
I make my way back towards my room but stop at Daryl's door. I quietly knock to see if he's in there. I don't hear anything so I peak inside.
Daryl's facing away from the door with his back towards me. His bare back.
He has scars down his back which makes me instantly walk through the door.
He hears me and quickly turns around to face me, "dammit El, don't you knock?"
"I did," I answer him with a frown on my face.
"What do you want?" He ask, clearly annoyed with me.
"To check on you," I say, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
"I'm fine so you can leave," he snaps at me.
I shake my head, "why don't you shower?"
"Why would I?" He asks, rolling his eyes.
"To be clean," I answer.
"I can't."
"You can't or you won't?" I ask, not understanding.
"I can't," He answers, "there's no reason for me to."
"Shower with me?" I offer.
That catches his attention, "what?"
"I don't feel like being alone right now so why don't you shower with me?" I ask him.
In the entire time I've known Daryl, he's never tried to get clean. I offered him toothpaste once and he just gave me a weird look.
When we were at the campsite, most of us would bathe in the creek but not him. He stayed away from it.
I can't figure out why he wouldn't want to feel clean again. Even during the long hunting trips with my brothers, we'd shower after the day.
"Ellie, I'm not showering with you," he says sternly.
"Why not?" I ask.
"I don't want to lead you on," he states.
"You're not leading me on," I argue.
"I can never be with you," he tells me.
"I'm not asking you to be committed to me. I'm asking you to shower with me," I tell him.
"I'm afraid to," he finally admits.
"Why?" I ask, grabbing the waistband on his jeans and pulling him to me.
He lets me pull him to me and stares down at me, "I know you seen my back."
"I wasn't going to bring it up," I promise him.
"I don't feel deserving to be clean," he admits, looking ashamed.
"You deserve so much more than this world has offered you, Daryl Dixon."
He slowly leans down towards me, his hand going to the top of the couch to keep himself steady. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breathing.
I hold onto his waist, letting this become our moment. I couldn't help but feel like this is exactly how it's supposed to be.
The lost girl and broken boy coming together.
Misery loves company, right?
Before I can connect our lips, the door opens.
Both Daryl and I jump a bit at the sudden interruption. Rick is standing at the door looking puzzled.
"I thought you weren't his girlfriend?" is the first thing that comes from his mouth, "not that it matters."
"Nothing was happening," Daryl mutters as he helps me up, "she was just leaving."
I can't hide the disappointment on my face as I walk away from Daryl. Rick looks at me with an expression that I cannot place. Maybe sadness? or is it jealousy?
"Goodnight," I mumble to the two men that I leave behind.
I make my way to my room where Sam and Dean are passed out.
God, I'm so confused.
Daryl was finally starting to really open up to me and we were about to have a moment. A moment that has been long overdue.
But Rick seemed almost hurt to see me with Daryl. I have to admit that I felt something with Rick instantly. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him and his gorgeous blue eyes.
I'm starting to create a mess for myself and that's Dean's job.
