Please let me know what you think of this! I just came up with this character today, so I'm still working her out, but I like her! Let me know what you guys think. This is all I have so far, so be patient with me :] And don't worry, she'll soften up as the story continues.
Lori knocked softly on the bathroom door before entering. Bree lay in the tub, bubbles surrounding her, her breasts floating just above the water's surface as she stared at the ceiling.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bree. Didn't mean to intrude," Lori said, looking away from the younger woman's naked body submerged in steaming water.
Bree blinked, as if she just realized Lori was there. She sat up, water rushing from her blond locks down her chest as she reached for her wine glass sitting on the floor. "It's ok. Not like you haven't seen me at least partially naked before," she said. She motioned for Lori to sit on the closed to toilet. "What's up?"
Lori seemed nervous and anxious as she brushed her long brown hair out of her face. "I was just curious… about what's going on with you and Daryl," she said. "I don't mean to be nosy, but we've all noticed you two together and I was just wondering how you felt," she rushed to add.
Bree took another sip of wine and placed the glass on the rim of the tub before answering. "We've slept together, yeah. But I don't understand what you're asking."
Lori glanced at her hands before responding. "I can tell he likes you and I just don't want to see either of you get hurt."
"We're both adults, Lori. Pretty sure we can do this without having to get involved too much."
"But the thing is, Bree, we've really come to rely on Daryl to keep us safe and help us survive. I'm just worried if you don't return his feelings or you two fall in love that he'll be more worried about the relationship than keeping the group safe." Lori realized once the words spilled out that is was the wrong way to go with the conversation, but it was too late.
Bree sat up straight and leaned forward to stare at the water between her legs. She blew air at her foggy reflection in the soapy water.
"Bree, I'm sorry. That came out wrong," Lori backtracked.
Bree's hazel eyes met Lori's gaze. "The thing is, Lori, I don't really think you have any room to talk on this subject. Everyone else might be completely ignorant to you and Shane's escapades, but I'm not. You don't think I can see the hurt in his eyes every time he looks at you and Rick? I'd be more worried about what's going on in his head and your marriage than what's going on in my tent, Lori."
Lori's mouth opened and closed several times before she responded. "Bree, I don't think that's any of your business."
"But my sex life is yours? I understand that we all rely on each other to survive, but I didn't know that two people having sex would suddenly bring down the entire group. Maybe you should go check on Carl, he's usually somewhere he isn't supposed to be," Bree yelled, pointing with the wine glass she picked up and drained.
Lori's eyebrows wrinkled and she sighed before leaving the bathroom.
"Jesus Christ," Bree mumbled to herself. She dunked her head in the quickly cooling water. As she leaned back to submerge in the water again, another knock rapped on the door. "Please, come in. Let's have the whole group see me naked."
Daryl's head poked through the slightly opened door. "Uh, bad time?"
Bree pointed at him, trying not to smile. "This is all your fault."
Daryl walked in, closing the door behind him. "What's my fault?"
"We sleep together and all the sudden our relationship," Bree raised her hands out of the water to make air quotes around the word relationship, "is going to kill off the entire group."
"The fuck?" Daryl said, sitting on the toilet opposite Bree. "I just passed Lori in the hall and she said some bitchy thing about keeping my dick in my pants."
"Yeah, she is convinced that because we slept together now you won't be able to provide for the group like you're some fucking idiot who can now only think of my vagina." Bree motioned to her crotch with both hands.
"Well…" Daryl glanced down at Bree's breasts and smiled.
"But Lori sleeping with Shane when she thought her husband was dead and then when her husband magically appears just throwing him to the side like he never even existed isn't an issue," Bree added, with hands in the air. "This is fucked."
"She's a bitch. Don't worry about her," Daryl said, leaning off the toilet and kneeling next to the tub. "I'm definitely not going to listen to her instructions to keep my dick in my pants."
Daryl was hovering over her. As he moved closer, he placed one arm in the tub, his face inches from Bree's.
"You better not," Bree said, pulling his face to hers. She ripped his shirt off and pulled him into the tub, splashing water all over the floor. She laughed a real laugh, not those fake ones she lets everyone else hear around the campfire, as he kissed her neck and struggled with Daryl's pants. She was genuinely happy in this moment with Daryl.
She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she did like Daryl. She'd always been an independent person. She'd been around the block a few times and came to find out she was weaker when in a relationship. She was better off on her own and she was fine with that. Yeah, other women and some men judged her, but she was doing what was best for her and that prepared her for this new life of surviving and killing. She had survived long enough on her own to know what she needed, and right now she needed Daryl.