Chapter 29

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Brooke was speechless. She was the one who planned it, yet, Daryl was the one to do it. Once the kiss had been broken, Daryl didn't look at her for a while, Brooke however, couldn't stop staring at him. Her face scanning his, looking for any signs of why he did what he had just done.

His body language read that he had become shy, and withdrawn slightly from her. He may have even shocked himself by his actions.

"Daryl…?" Brooke whispered, trying to grab his attention, it looked like he fought a battle to move his head, before he looked at her. His eyes quickly trying to read what she was thinking. Brooke gave a skittish smile, and a small giggle, looking down before looking back into his eyes. "Are you going to say something?"

Daryl's eyes scanned different parts of the room before giving some form of an answer, which was a shrug. Not a satisfying answer to Brooke. She gave a pout and gently nudged him. Daryl looked down at her childish act, he found it amusing, but also found it being slightly pathetic, being Daryl Dixon after all. A smirk formed to show he found it amusing, which brought a smile on Brooke's face.

"C'mon, Daryl." She nudged him again, gently, careful of her injuries. "Talk to me. It wasn't that bad, was it?" Daryl looked at Brooke, it shocked him that, that was what she was thinking about. He gave a sigh and pushed himself off the bed, which Brooke watched for a moment, worried that he was leaving, then protested against. "Oh no you don't," she laughed, grabbing his arm. "Come back, and talk to me." She pulled him back down onto the bed. Which annoyed him.

"Leave me be!" he barked, not meaning to sound so harsh, but wanted her to get the message. Brooke was caught off guard by his sudden harsh tone, and quickly backed off. Great. Now he felt guilty. "Sorry…" he muttered, chewing his lip.

"I don't get what's wrong," Brooke admitted, quietly. The pout threatening to return. Daryl ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his neck once he reached it.

"S'just …weird." He finally admitted. Which confused Brooke.

"What is?"

"What we just did."

"What? Kissing?" Brooke took a moment to process things. It made sense why he would think that. "Suppose. I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who did it." Daryl shrugged. "Didn't want to make ya' uncomfortable."

Brooke raised her eyebrows at him, which he noticed. Looking at her face, awaiting a response. Brooke brushed her loose strands of hair out from in front of her face, giving a small laugh.

"I wanted to thank you," said Brooke. "You stole my thank you thunder." She joked, an amused smile on her face. Daryl shared the amused expression, before looking at her.

"Ya' were too slow," he growled. "Ya' big tease."

"How am I a tease?" Brooke laughed.

"Flappin' ya' damn eyelashes at me." Daryl smirked. "Flashin' at me," he referred to her current clothing position. "And ya' ass killin' my legs the other night, when ya' slept on my lap."

Brooke's mouth gaped open at all the accusations, then in disgust at the last thing he mentioned.

"First of, I didn't do anything you just said," Brooke pointed her finger at him. "And second, my ass isn't big!"

"Ya' ass is huge," Daryl smirked.

"It's toned!" Brooke argued.

"And big."

Brooke gave a growl of frustration. It was true that her bum was larger than some, but that is because she worked hard to get it toned. However, she didn't appreciate being teased about the size of it.

"Git…" she muttered, folding her arms.

"What was that?" Daryl asked, dangerously.

"Git!" Brooke repeated, louder. Keeping an eye on his unreadable expression. Just as Daryl was about to launch himself at her in a playful assault. A short brown haired female entered the room with a tray, that held two sandwiches. One for each of them.

"Sorry," she spoke, walking further into the room. "Didn't mean to interrupt. I brought ya' both some food."

"Thanks," both Daryl and Brooke said at the same time, which they both looked at each other after. The girl gave a smile before placing the tray down on the bedside table.

"Are you Maggie?" Brooke asked, remembering what Hershel said.

"That's me," Maggie smiled. "I'm Hershel's daughter."

"I'm Brooke," Brooke stated, smiling. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Maggie nodded. "Eat up, let me know when ya' done." She said before she left the room.

Silence filled the air, Brooke was about to say something before she found herself being tackled gently back onto the bed, by Daryl. Finally initiating his playful assault. Brooke squealing with laughter.

Driving their vehicles, Rick had lead the group to the farm house. Pulling up just outside.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Lori asked her husband.

"I hope so." Rick said, a nervous smile on his face, as he kissed his wife on the forehead. Her eyes closing at his touch. Carl looked out the window of the car, liking the look of the farm.

"Looks safe," Andrea commented, looking out of the RV window. She looked to Carol noticing she was holding her daughter close, either from excitement from locating a safe place to stay for a bit, or worry of losing her daughter again if she let go.

"Do you think they will be able to help T-Dog?" Glenn asked Dale, as T-Dog sat weakly on the other side of Glenn, his eyes looking at the house, lazily.

"I sure hope so, T-Dog needs help, and soon." Dale spoke quietly, so as not to worry T-Dog.

Shane hopped out of his truck and made his way over to Rick's car. Where Rick got out and stood, looking up at the house.

"Do ya' think they helped?" Shane asked, sounding unsure. Rick furrowed his brows slightly, in confusion.

"Otis said they would." Rick defended, which caused Shane to give a small chuckle.

"You and I both know that, sayin' and doin' are two totally different things." Shane raised his eyebrows.

"Well, Otis said they would, and I trust him." Rick stated, leaving it as that. Approaching the house.

Lori exited the truck and exchanged a glance with Shane as she walked pass, making sure Carl was close. Shane shook his head in disbelief before following.

Eating their sandwiches, Daryl and Brooke remained silent. All that was heard was their chomping, on at last some decent food.

"How ya' feelin'?" Daryl asked, remembering her condition, hoping his play fight didn't injure her.

"Fine," she replied sweetly and smiled. "You?"

Daryl didn't know why she asked him how he was feeling, seeing as he had no injuries, but nodded to show he was fine too.

A knock on the door caused their heads to look at the door. Straining their ears to listen.

"Must be them." Daryl alerted, looking at Brooke, who had a smile on her face. Relieved that they were all together again.

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