Umm... I am so sorry. I thought I had already posted this. This is the last chapter for this little story. I'm still working on the other ones so hopefully soon I'll have another longer chapter story to post. Hope you all have a great weekend and thanks for reading!

Chapter Four

He woke up when he heard the door open. He cursed himself for not putting his clothes back on. The blanket was pulled down, covering both of them from the waist down, leaving her back exposed to Merle's roaming eyes. Her chest was pressed against his so Merle couldn't see any of that but Daryl pulled the blanket up anyway.

"Where the hell am I suppose to sleep?" Merle whispered.

Daryl sighed, glancing down to make sure she wasn't awake. "I don't care. Sleep where she was sleeping."

"How good was it?" Merle grinned.

"Get out," Daryl hissed.

"Not till you tell me. I'll stand here all night. I'll steal your clothes."

Daryl groaned and glanced back down. Merle was such a son of a bitch. She still looked like she was sleeping soundly. "Fine, it was good. Get the fuck out, Merle."

"How good?" Merle whispered.

"I'm serious. Get out, you dick." He was having a hard time keeping his voice quiet and the last thing he wanted was for her to wake up and see Merle in the room, even though this was all Merle's doing for the most part.

Merle sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Daryl stifled a groan. "Get out," he said again, glancing around for something to throw.

Merle shook his head. "Is she a freak?"

"No, she ain't a freak. Merle, I'm gonna kill you. I swear to God." Why? Why did his brother have to torment him?

"You didn't botch it, did you? I didn't hear any screamin' or anything."

"No I didn't- Goddamn you, Merle! Go on somewhere."

Merle pushed off the wall and walked towards the door, much to Daryl's relief. He did turn before opening the door. "You never said how good," he looked so serious.

"Real fuckin' good you dirty bastard. Go!"

Merle cursed and shook his head. "I fuckin' knew it'd be good," he grumbled and then left the room.

Daryl's head dropped back down, a scowl on his face. He loved his brother but sometimes he wanted to beat him in the fucking head with something. He looked down when he heard her laugh. His scowl deepened and rolled his eyes. This was just great. She'd been faking. "Shut up and go back to sleep," he grumbled.

Her fingers played over his side, causing him to squirm. She moved so she was able to look at him. "Real good, huh?"

He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. Sometimes she was just as bad as his brother. He always had one or the other poking at him. He wasn't going to be goaded into any of this. He was going to go to sleep and-

Her lips ghosted over the scar on his chest, her hand trailing down his stomach and then resting between his hips. He swallowed hard and forced himself not to grab her hand and slip it down the rest of the way. They had only slept a few hours but he was more than ready to have her again. He had denied himself a lot for a long time and his body seemed over eager now.

He gripped her hair and hauled her up further. She grinned before her mouth met his, hot and greedy and causing all the blood in his head to rush to his crotch. She was a good kisser. A damn good kisser.

She slid over him easily and his hands had free access to roam over her back. She was right. She was scarred up as well. It wasn't as bad as his but she knew the same kind of pain he did and it made him feel even that much closer to her. They were different sides to the same coin.

She pulled back slightly, smiling down at him. "You were sweet, but I didn't even get the chance to show you if I'm real good. I kind of just laid there. You did all the work."

He chuckled, his hands resting on her hips. "Little work never hurt anybody," he said, his voice low.

She rolled her hips over him and kissed him hard before pulling away again. He groaned. It wasn't often that something felt good in this world, and he was pretty sure he had never felt anything as good as her skin moving against his even before this world. She smiled down at him. "Do you want me to move so you can get some sleep?" She whispered.

He growled and shifted under her. "We ain't gonna be here forever. Might wanna take advantage of doors and walls while we can."

"And I might wanna take advantage of you being so docile," she said with smile.

She was driving him crazy and he was sure she knew it. He was half tempted to flip her onto her back but he waited. They didn't have to rush and when she finally moved, sinking down over him, it seemed like rushing was the last thing on her mind. That was okay because it was the last thing on his too. His hands roamed freely and he questioned himself why he had held back for so damn long. Her lips trailed down to his throat and every slow roll of her hips nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

The pleasure increased slowly, steadily and he could tell by the change in her breathing and the way her body trembled that she was close. He had given her all the control that she wanted but he couldn't just lay there anymore. He sat up, eliciting a surprised cry from her that he swiftly cut off with his lips on hers. One arm locked around her and he slid the other between them, his fingers playing over her. She whimpered into his mouth and then he pushed up into her hard, his thrusts jarring her body forward.

His orgasm came out of nowhere, surprising a groan out of him when it hit. A second later a hard tremor tore through her and her teeth bit into his neck. There wasn't enough air in the room, even with the breeze blowing in through the window. He was panting into her shoulder when they finally grew still. He collapsed onto his back, dragging her down with him.

She braced herself with her arms and kissed him. She didn't stop for a long time and he didn't care. He traced the line of her spine with the tips of his fingers, causing her to sink further into him. When she finally broke the kiss and pulled away she was watching him with wide eyes.

"What?" He whispered, his voice sounding rough.

She shook her head and slid off of him, using his arm as a pillow as she burrowed into his side. "I always wish we had somewhere to go. Somewhere where we could just breath. Now I'm wishing even harder," she said sleepily.

He stared up at the ceiling and felt the heavy weight of their existence settle over him, causing him to tense. "We'll find somethin'."

She nodded. "I think so. There's something out there for us. I think I'm ready to fight a little harder to get it now."

He couldn't help it. He chuckled. "Now? You've been fightin' pretty hard since the start."

She nodded. "We all have. Now it just feels like there's a lot more to fight for. I want to live. I don't want to keep running just to survive."

"Me neither," he muttered, his arm tightening around her.

~H~

When he woke up the next morning he sat up quickly. He had slept deeply, which wasn't something he was used too. He was used to barely sleeping, trying to keep one eye open, listening for any strange sounds that may indicate that death was creeping on them.

Last night hadn't been like that. He hadn't woken up again after they had went back to sleep. He didn't dream. He felt sharper, more focused than he had in what felt like years. His eyes came up in time to see Carol bend over to buckle her boots. When she looked up and met his eyes she grinned.

"We slept late," she said quickly, glancing at the door before sitting down on the mattress.

He looked at the open widows and ran a hand through his hair. "Damn." The sun was all the way up. "How late?"

"It's after noon," she said, tossing him his pants.

He slipped them on under the sheet and then swung his legs around so he was sitting next to her. "Fuck," he growled. "We're always the first ones up."

She nodded. "Yeah, so expect some stares. I'm just warning you now."

He rolled his eyes and then he tensed when he felt her hand on his back. The tip of her finger traced one of the larger scars but then he felt her lips on his shoulder. He turned his head and she looked up from under her lashes. He didn't feel like pushing her away and he had expected to do just that. Old habits died hard. But when her lips pressed against his skin again he felt his own turn up. "Let's get down there and get this over with."

He stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her up from the mattress. She pushed his shirt into his free hand and then kissed him quickly. He blinked in surprise. Even after everything they had done, he wasn't sure if he would ever get used to something like being free to kiss her when he felt like kissing her. He didn't have to worry about her turning him away. He didn't have to worry about her thinking he wasn't enough for her. The truth was, he was enough. They were equals.