Daphne Reyes

Yeah, me too. -He smiles, leaning against the counter- It’s your kitchen, what do you want me to do, Daphne?

Pull the crates out. I'll start packing them with some non perishables. We might need to sneak out and go to the small shed behind the mess hall. That's where most of it is.

Well, I didn’t think people were in the need of any cocktails while a horde of walkers tried to put down our wall. I can shoot, I was of a lot more use out there than sitting around in the mess hall. You knew I was going to volunteer. [he gave her a little smile and carefully tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear] You don’t have to… you know, ugh, be next to me or anything… I know how disgusting I am right now. I mean, it’s fine.

I may have drank a few of the cocktails I had stored away in the kitchen. -makes a face before smiling- I know you were going to volunteer. It doesn't mean that I have to be happy about it. -shrugs- I'm just happy you're okay.

There was a possibility of that.

Well, I'm glad we moved past that. -smiles- Come on. Let's go get these crates done.

[He smiled tiredly when he saw her, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his head against hers] I’m fine. Nothing to worry. [He told her, rubbing her back softly] I’m glad you’re fine too. Everything alright in the mess wall?

I worried anyway. I can't believe you volunteered for the wall. You're not a guard or a hunter, Clay. You're a bartender. -frowns, continues to hold him as she looks him over, not caring that he was covered in guts- Of course. It's fine. Just people hanging around and hoping we don't die.

Finally that's over... or nearly so...

Oh my god! Thank god! I was so worried about you. -runs up to him, throwing his arms around his neck and hugging him-

Yeah, those crates. Really don’t want to do them much anymore.

Well, if I knew kissing you was a way to get out of work, I would have kissed you along time ago. Although you probably would have laughed at me or shoved me.

Crates? Yes. Crates! We were packing them. Just incase there is a breach.

Not in the slightest. -pulls her closer, kissing her again-

-grins against his lips before pulling away, her arms still around his neck- You are good at this.

-He puts his hands on her hips, pulling away a few seconds later.-

Let's stop talking about him. -she murmured before leaning up to kiss him one more time- I thought you were friend zoning me.

I’ve thought about that a lot. How it would be if she was here with me. It would be another person to constantly worry about and I worry about Arianna enough as it is. But if she was here and you were bit instead of Dillon, I wouldn’t be able to do this. -he leans down, kissing her-

-smiles opening her mouth to argue before realizing he's kissing her. She kisses him back, turning around to face him as she wraps her arms around his neck- 

I know you are. -He smiles- No, it doesn’t. I didn’t cry when Sarah died. I really feel like I should though. But sometimes I think it’s better that she didn’t have to go through all of this. Yenno? Just tell me when you want me to stop.

I guess. But maybe it'd be better if she was with you. Then you'd have someone, you know? I think Dillon was a lot better suited for this world then I was. I should have been bit. I think about it all the time. -she sighed, looking up at him- You don't ever have to stop.

Not bad at all. It’s nice to know someone is there for you. Even if you don’t need it. Good, you don’t need to be crying. Doesn’t solve much. I don’t think I’ve cried at all since this all started. -he smirks hearing the small moan come from her- I think the crates can wait for a bit. Don’t you?

I'm there for you, you know? Even if you are mean sometimes. -nods- I didn't even cry when Dillon died. Does that make me an awful person? Sometimes I feel like it does. -laughs huskily- If you keep that up, we can put off the crates for as long as you want.

-He smiles and keeps rubbing her shoulders, happy to see that it’s relaxing her.- You seem like the type who needs protecting, even if you can take care of yourself. I am glad to see that you’re not acting like some people around here. I don’t think Melanie O’Brien has stopped crying since we were put in here.

I like to be protected. I like knowing that there is someone out there looking out for me. That's not so bad is it? I can take care of myself if I need to. -smiles- I don't think I could cry even if I wanted to. -smiles, letting out a small moan from the shoulder rub- W-We should probably get these crates done but you're really good at this.

-He puts the creates on the counter- I know, and you’re doing a pretty good job on it actually. Better than a lot of people. -He stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down. It was something he saw his dad do for his mom a lot growing up whenever she got stressed out-

I'm trying. -lets out a small sigh as he rubs her shoulders before leaning back against him- People are typically taking care of me. It's different. A good different.

We’re not leaving them. We’re not leaving anyone. You don’t leave family behind. They’re are coming with us. -He takes another breath, trying to calm down. He noticed Daphne flinch the last time he yelled and didn’t want it to happen again- I'm working on figuring out a place that is big enough and safe of us for all of us to go if something happens. We might end up being on the road for a while. Some will only care about themselves and bail, some will stay and fight, and some will come with us. It's all a bunch of ifs. -He follows her towards the kitchen- Sorry for yelling. I’m just frustrated.

Okay. -looks at him, nodding- I trust you. You'll find us a place to go. We'll be fine. -goes into the kitchen, not sure what to say- It's fine. It's just you haven't yelled at me like that in awhile. There are some crates over there if you want to grab them.

What do you want me to say about that? I don’t want them to leave. I know Mrs. Walters doesn’t really stand a chance out there, same goes for Jenna. And Miles can’t even run a few feet without getting having an asthma attack. I’ve thought about all this. But what else are we supposed to do if the wall fails? We don’t have a choice. If the wall fails, we have to go. We’ll be sitting ducks if we don’t. -He took a deep breath, realizing he had been yelling.- I can’t help but worry about you, Daphne. I care about you. I don’t wanna see anything bad happen to you. -He nods in response- Thanks. Just pack up what you can in come creates and I’ll get someone to help me take them to the buses later. ‘Less you wanna help me do it?

This is our family, Alex. We can't just leave them. -tries not to get upset but nods, knowing he's write. Flinching slightly as he begins to yell- Well, there are zombies at the wall. It's not looking promising. We don't even know where we could go. There are so many of us. And you know the hunters and the guards, most of them will leave once the walls fall. -nods- You can come and help if you want.

We’re not leaving anyone. It’s not part of the plan. -Looking around the mess hall at everyone, he really hoped that they didn’t have to follow through with any of this.- We really don’t have much of a choice if the walls fall. I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to them either. We’ll be fine. Any nonperishable foods that you can spare.

You really think Old Mrs. Walters will make it past the wall. I'd give her two days tops. This is the only place she could make it. And Jenna Winston just had a baby a few months ago. -looks up at him- You don't need to worry about me. You just need to worry about everyone else. -nods- I can do that.