"You seemed to have liked me a hell of a lot more a few seconds ago. Do you need me to remind you?"
In this sequel to Daryl's Precious Gem we see how iridescent Ruby is as she's taken down a dark path. Will the temptations from the darkness of this...
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Brown eyes stared into mine helplessly. Pleading for its suffering to end. Usually my aim was true and didn't allow suffering to any animal I shot. But my mind was distracted even as I stared at the wounded doe in front of me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered sincerely before stabbing it in the heart. Slowly, I watched as the life drained from its eyes. A couple tears dropped down my cheeks as I felt guilty for what I had done. Not only for making the deer suffer but for going behind Daryl's back and talking to Negan. Neither were right yet I still did it.
"Did it spook last second?" Daryl asked from behind me.
"No," I shook my head, wiping the tears away before he could notice. "I missed my mark."
"You never miss." Daryl crouched beside me.
"I know." I sighed, "I'm losing my touch."
"I know what's bothering ya." Daryl said lowly.
Gulping, I turned to Daryl, "You do?"
"You're upset that you weren't on the supply run." I mentally sighed of relief when Daryl finished his sentence.
"Yeah." I lied, "Feel like I've been demoted to a stay at home wife."
"Rick and Michonne figured you'd like some time before going on a run. Especially after what happened yesterday."
"After what the doctor diagnosed me with." I corrected him.
"Yeah." Daryl rubbed my shoulder.
Rick and Michonne were sly to use that to their advantage. A perfect excuse to have Daryl leave me behind in Michonne's capable hands.
"When I'm ready I'd love to join." I played into the lie since I knew Rick and Michonne would probably want me to speak to Negan again. And deep down I wanted to.. Which made the guilt all the worse.
Hiking back to Alexandria we pulled along our catches for the day in a wheelbarrow. A few pheasants, five squirrels, and my doe.
That evening after having dinner and tidying the house, Daryl and I retired to our room. As I laid in the little spoon position with Daryl's arms wrapped around me I found myself staring at the wall until Daryl's breaths became deep and slow. It was then that I allowed myself to cry. And with that I cried myself to sleep.
As I finally stirred awake I patted the bed and realized I was alone. From the other side of the bed I could hear Daryl getting dressed. A shiver ran down my spine as my back became very cold.
"Come back to bed." I mumbled into the pillow. My eyes still shut.
I felt the bed dip before warm arms wrapped around me once more. I melted into his warm embrace and turned myself around so that my head could rest on his chest.
"Mmm, that feels so good." I moaned as he began drawing circles on my lower back. Slowly blinking my eyes open I traced my fingers along his chest until they were on his face. My eyes widened in shock as I realized it was not Daryl who I was in the presence of.
