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Chapter Eight: Distractions

By dusk of the next night, the group had made great progress. We had hardly run into any walkers, as surprising as that sounds.

The day passed quietly as Daryl and I rode side by side in his old, beat up truck. I would catch him glancing at me every so often, but I tried my best to ignore it.

Since our conversation yesterday morning, it had become awkward between us. He had reverted back to his former self; or so I had been told.

Emily told me that Andrea told her that when the group first got together, Daryl and his older brother Merle, kept to themselves and rarely contributed to the conversation.

Well, Merle was a trouble maker and Daryl was the only one to calm him down and pull him away before he choked someone out. Daryl never wanted any trouble, even though his brother always pulled him into some kind of mess.

I was also told that since Merle disappeared from a rooftop in Atlanta, the only thing remaining being his hand, that Daryl had started contributing more and helping Shane and Rick with hunting and general direction.

But, thats just how Daryl is, I noticed. He's intimidating and doesn't like to take orders, but he's always willing to help people out if they need it. I just couldn't imagine him bowing down to anyone and following their demands. But I guess it's different when it comes to his brother.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't know Daryl at all. We didn't get off to the best start in the woods that first day and I had constantly picked some kind of fight with him every day since. But, besides those few conversations, I knew nothing.

I thought by studying him from a distance I would learn all I needed to know, but that hasn't been the case. He's rather difficult to read, which I suppose is a defense mechanism he uses to block out unwanted attention.

However, I didn't want him to use that stoic look whenever I talked to him, but I didn't want him to be a grouch to me either. I wanted to get to know the real Daryl; the one that no one gets to see.

A selfish part of me wanted to be the only one, too. I didn't know why I wanted to be, but I did.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as the truck came to a halt.

Looking around, I noticed that we weren't in any town, which didn't seem to bother me any. After all, towns meant walkers and I really didn't feel like dealing with them at the moment.

The moon reflected off the surface of a lake causing a smile to grace my lips. I was dying for a bath, as were all of the others I'm sure.

I climbed out of the truck and headed down toward it. I knew it wasn't the smartest or safest decision, but I had my guns if something were to happen.

When I reached the edge of the water, I squatted down and plunged my hands into it. The cool water felt heavenly as I brought it to my face to wash away the grime.

Looking behind me, I heard the group start to set up camp for the night. Sighing, I stood back up and walked back towards them.

Since darkness was rapidly approaching, it was getting rather hard to see, but I managed to get to the RV just as Glenn came barreling out the door. Instinctively, I reached my hands out to grab him, steadying us both. He jumped a bit, probably thinking it was a walker, but relaxed as my familiar features came into sight.

"Whoa there, Glenn," I grinned. "You okay? You look like you just thought a walker was about to getcha."

Even though it was getting difficult to see, I know he rolled his eyes. I let go of his arms and took a step back.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, before Glenn spoke up again. "Okay, well, I'll see ya later Kait," he mumbled before walking towards the smoking fire.

I squinted my eyes, a little confused at that awkward encounter. Glenn and I could usually joke around whenever we talked, but he seemed a little distant just now. I figured I would let it go for now because he's probably just tired.

However, I decided I would keep an eye on him just to make sure that there was nothing seriously wrong.

"Hey, Kait!" I heard yelled in my direction.

I turned around and saw my sister skipping to me. She seemed to be in a rather chipper mood. She must have recently talked with Rick.

I shook my head at the thought. He's a husband and a father, she should know better than to get mixed up in that.

"Hey, sista! Haven't seen you all day! How's it goin'?" I said with a smile. We quickly hugged each other.

"I'm doing great! What about you? You've been cooped up with Daryl all day. Make any moves?" She giggled.

I rolled my eyes at the way she said Daryl's name, all drawn out and dreamy sounding.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied.

She gave me a pointed look, not believing the words I said. I decided to change the subject. I would get her back later.

"So, anyways. Where's our new tent at? I want to go to bed," I said.

A chuckle came from my sister's lips as she shook her head. "We put it in the back of Daryl's truck remember?"

"Oh, right," I said. "I forgot."

With that I turned in the direction of the truck and started towards it. When I got there I saw that Daryl, too, came back to retrieve his supplies.

I stopped in my tracks and gazed at him. He hadn't seen me come up yet, so he didn't see me staring. My eyes could barely make out his form, but I could picture his thick biceps straining as he lifted his things from the back.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I strode up to him.

"Hey, Daryl," I said.

I saw his head turn towards me so I knew he knew I was there. He replied with a simple, "Hey." I really didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet in hopes that he would initiate the conversation.

Fat chance of that.

I walked closer to the truck and much to my surprise, when I reached it, Daryl was holding my tent supplies out to me. As I reached up to grab the bag by the handle, my hand brushed his. As cliché as it sounds, I couldn't help but shiver and blush at the contact.

I scolded myself at my reaction. I told myself I wanted to get to know him, not anything like that.

I think.

"Thanks," I smiled as I grabbed my stuff.

He also handed me my crossbow and ammo. After, he nodded as if to say 'you're welcome' but that was all.

"Well, I'll see ya later," I said before turning my back to walk away and find a place to set up camp.

Even though it was dark, I could still feel his hot gaze on my retreating form.

Oh boy, I thought.

I guess walkers aren't going to be the only distraction I have on the hunt for my father.