This wasn't his usual routine.
Slow and careful was never really his style. When he was hunting, sure, but when it came to women? It was usually much quicker, if it happened at all. He might see a lady in a crappy bar filled with so much smoke, who knew what she really looked like. He might get her into bed (or more likely the nearby restroom) and be on his way. Sure there were some that tried to linger, tried to make something more of their encounter, but he never gave it much thought. He might let them hang around for a little while just for fun, but that only happened a handful of times before they got bored or frustrated with him. It's not as if he treated them poorly, he just didn't have much to offer. What was he, anyway? Nothing. He never had been. And if the world hadn't ended, he might still be nothing.
What was he now? He asked himself as he watched the wind play with the blonde curls belonging to the girl in front of him.
A protector. He told himself. He had purpose, instead of just wandering aimlessly through life. He was meant to protect her.
"Daryl?" He started slightly at her soft voice. She had turned to look back at him, her beautiful blue eyes fixed on him. He simply watched her and she continued. "I think the rain's about to start." Her expression was almost childlike at first, then she heard a crackle of thunder before a raindrop fell on her cheek. Daryl couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as she laughed and pulled him along with her. Not wanting to waste their drinking water, the rain was the closest thing they could get to a real shower, and Beth had been quick to suggest the idea of making it a group activity.
Their love was new and exciting, and the group hadn't really had a problem with the new union. A few of them hadn't even seemed all that surprised. They were given their privacy during times like these, when the pair just disappeared.
The rain was steady now and Beth pulled him under a small ledge, rubbing at some dirt on his arm before he could take it no longer and bent down to kiss her. She smiled against his lips and brought her hands to rest on either side of his neck. This was their routine. Beth would pretend to be out doing something completely innocent and Daryl would hold out as long as he could. It was never really that long. Beth knew what she was doing - every time she touched him, he was slowly driven mad with need and he knew that it was the same for her. In the few stolen moments they were granted during the day, he would let his skin brush hers and she would blush, and oh how he wished he could read her mind. He suspected she saw images of him kissing that skin...or maybe that was just him reflecting his own desires.
Beth let her hands slide down his chest, then his stomach before she grasped his waist and stepped back against the wall. Daryl tried to fight a smirk when she pulled his hips to hers. He dropped his head to kiss her neck and she giggled at the naughty words he whispered in her ear on the way.
Yes, he was a protector now. And a lover – another thing he never would've dreamed for himself. And he hoped, with every fiber of his being, that this would remain his new routine.
Hey hey! It's been a while and I'm trying to get back into the writing game.
I know this wasn't very long, and I'm sorry! I still just have a lot of feelings for these two, and I hope we get some time for them next season.
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