Put it in your heart
She hugged herself and shivered, wondering just how she could have been so stupid to get carried off in a car leaving him behind.
'Dumb-ass' Daryl told her, and even though he was only speaking in her head it seemed like he was right there in the cell with her. She fretted he was probably dead. How could he have survived the walker herd?
So all that bullcrap about there still being good people about was bullcrap after all; he'd been right and she'd been wrong...
….She remembered how soft his eyes had gone after he'd kissed her, how sweet he tasted even though he really shouldn't have. They both had a fine coating of blood, sweat and tears but his tongue as it explored her mouth was somehow Grape Kool Aid flavored. Her favorite kind.
It had amazed her to find a different Daryl hiding deep down in the stinky, dirty, self-pitying man who had yelled a lot and pissed in the corner of the cabin. This Daryl pulled her head into his lap and absentmindedly plaited her hair while they watched the night draw in and the stars appear. They sprawled on the porch and smoked a cigarette.
She reached out a finger and traced his bottom lip, 'You're a good kisser.'
'I know' he gave an awkward half smile.
You're one of the good guys Daryl' she told him.
He flicked the cigarette butt into the overgrown yard, 'Just cos you think it don't make it true.'
He grabbed at her hair and twisted it in his hand; as his head went downwards hers reached up and their lips crashed again, this time the tobacco mingled with the Kool Aid but she didn't mind, it felt more real, more how Daryl Dixon should taste.
She led the way, shedding her jeans and pulling at his belt, shaking her head when he protested.
'We both need this.' she said, 'We do.'
He looked out of his depth, 'When did you bleed last?' his words rattled out so fast they tumbled over each other.
'I just finished.' she said, working his fly, blowing stray hair from her face, 'I won't get pregnant. I'm not stupid.'
'Y'reckon?' he raised an eyebrow.
'See I knew you wanted me.' her smile was almost as huge as his erection. 'I'm going on top first.'
'You make me sound like a damn fairground ride.' he grunted.
'Yeah well you are kinda are.' she giggled as she straddled him. ' A five dollar ride at least.'...
….She hugged herself more tightly and wished for the thousandth time that he was there with her. If she could sleep she might dream of him. But for now she was all alone with just daydreams of her fairground ride.