With the pack slung over your shoulder, you set off to find Maggie. She and Glenn were sitting at one of the outdoor tables near the barbecue having breakfast. As you approached them, they were snuggled close and sharing a private giggle. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at them, but also feel the slightest twinge of jealousy.
"Hey, Maggie," you said sidling up to the table, "you got a sec?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Um, tell me again about that place… you know where you and Glen used ta…" you raised your eye browns quickly with a little smirk, and both their faces instantly flushed red.
"You told her about that?" Glenn asked his wife, poking her in the ribs.
"She's one of my best friends, of course, I did," Maggie said to him and looked back to you. "We don't go out there anymore, but it's to the southwest, maybe half a day's hike. Why?"
"Oh, no reason really. Just have to start working on getting that free month of gardenin' outta ya."
You offered Maggie a wink, blew her an animated kiss and set off to try and get the archer to follow you out of the gates. Maggie jumped up, grabbing your arm before you could leave the courtyard.
"Hey," she said pulling you close, "I tried to grab you last night after dinner, but you had already left."
"What's up?" you asked, half amused by the gleeful look in her eye.
"When you were helpin' Carol hand out dinner plates last night, I caught him staring at you when you bent over to pick up the extra plates."
An embarrassed grin played at the corners of your mouth. "Really?"
"I'm tellin' ya. I watched that man staring at your ass for a solid thirty seconds," Maggie giggled and turned backward towards Glenn. Maggie threw her arms up in the air, "So maybe I was wrong! Never happened before, but there's a first time for everythin'!"
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Daryl was in the alley of the courtyard working on one of the cars. You placed the pack on the ground and watched him for a moment before he saw you.
"You need somethin'?" he asked, squinting one eye because of the bright, hot sun. It was barely 8 a.m. but his hair was already soaked from sweat and hanging in his eyes.
You leaned the side of your hip against the car, kicked one boot over the other and crossed your arms right beneath your breasts, inadvertently giving Daryl a better look at them breaching the scoop neck of your tank top.
"Was gonna go hunt, wanna come?" you tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible, though to your ears you felt like you were begging him.
"Where?" He asked grabbing the rag from the back of his jeans and cleaning off his hands.
"Was going to head out through the tombs into the woods. See what may be lingering out there."
Daryl closed the hood of the car and gave you a once over with narrowed eyes.
"You been huntin' before?"
"Mhmm, with my dad. I am not the best hunter, but I can handle myself. Wouldn't hurt to have a pro along for support though," you said in your sweetest voice.
"Alright. I'll meet ya down in the tombs in five minutes. Let me just grab my shit." Daryl turned to head back into the prison. Before walking through the door, you saw him pause and quickly glance back at you over his shoulder.
It was enough to make the day's heat feel like nothing compared to what you were feeling deep in that part of you that needed him to scratch your itch.