CHAPTER SEVEN
I woke up when we hit a bump in the road and slowly sat up, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Morning, sunshine," Daryl mumbled as I sat up, his hand still on my leg.

"Mm.." I nodded, squinting against the new found sun. "What time is it?"

Daryl removed his hand on my leg to fish out the pocket watch. He tossed it to me and placed his hand on the steering wheel, using the extra one to prop up on the window.

"Twelve," I said out loud, although it was a little past. "I've been asleep for awhile, huh?"

"Yeah. You're starting to get a kind of snore. It's funny," he smiled, hands switching again so his was once again on my thigh. I playfully hit him, biting his arm.

"Ow! Damn it, you're like a walker. Gotta quit that shit..." he shook his head, mockingly pushing me away.

"What time do you think we'll get there? Or is not gonna be until tomorrow?" I asked, slouching in my seat, legs sprawled out in the floor board.

"I'd say not until tomorrow. It may be early tomorrow though... You know, I'm not for sure," he shrugged.

"I'm getting kind of stir crazy. We need to do something soon so we don't get bored to the point of tears," I added, hoping to secretly delay our arrival.

"You don't think I'm fun?" he mockingly whined.

"Oh, hell no. You're pretty boring, babe," I retorted. "You're only good for sex."

He scoffed, pushing me. I bounced back, laying my head on his shoulder, still a bit sleepy.

"I'm kiddin'," I added, feeling kind of bad.

"I know," he elbowed my side, letting me know that he hadn't gotten his feeling hurt. It was Daryl. I doubt he would have any way.

A few hours passed, light conversation made them go by steadily. We stopped for a few minutes to eat before getting back on the road.

"I'm really sick of doing all the driving," he shook his head, making a tsk noise playfully.

"Yeah, well. You know me," I shrugged.

"I mean, I don't mind that you don't know how. But why the hell did your parents never teach you how?" he asked, giving me a strange look. I sighed, hands crossed on my stomach.

"Because my parents were super strict. No permit meant no driving, what so ever. And I never even got my permit."

Daryl grimaced.

"Were you old enough?"

"Nada," I shook my head, halfway frowning.

"Dear god, that makes me feel like such a pedophile..." he shook his head, retracting his arm from my shoulders.

I looked at him, eyes squinted, for a moment.

"Why?"

"Because, you're so young-"

"Daryl, good lord. If you're gonna start having these thoughts now, maybe you should have had them a few months ago before I began carrying your child..." I shook my head.

"It's not that I'm backing out! It's just, I hate thinking about it. I used to call you 'kid'. And now we're sleeping together."

"What?" I asked sarcastically, eyebrows raised.

"You know what I meant. We're not just sleeping together. We... I suck with words you know that, Kyra..." he sighed loudly, trailing off.

"Hey," I squeezed him arm, "it's ok. I... I guess I knew what you meant."

He nodded, looking frustrated.

"I just... I guess that I'm glad we're together, but I do feel weird about our age differences sometimes..."

I nodded, my hand dropping from his arm to my lap.

We dropped the subject, not speaking for a few hours. There was a very awkward silence as I played with the cassette tapes and he focused on not running in to anything.

But hours went by and eventually I was tired of the silence.

"What was being a hunter like?" I asked, turning Johnny Cash down.

"Huh?"

"What was being a hunter like?" I repeated, looking at my moccasins.

"Weren't you one?"

"Yeah, but that's different. Mine was a hobby. You made it your living."

He waited a minute, thinking about his answer. He stared at the road, squinting. We needed to find him some sunglasses.

"I guess it was the same as your hobby. 'Cept I did it everyday and if I didn't catch anything I put myself in a bind."

I nodded, letting his words sink in.

"That's cool," I nodded.

"Did you just ask that to make it less awkward?"

"Uh, yeah," I nodded.

He snorted, patting my leg.

I grinned and hugged his neck, happily burying my face in his neck.

"Mmm.. You smell weird," I nibbled on his neck, making him shiver.

"Yeah? Well, you're gonna make me wreck. Then we're not gonna care who smells like what," he grunted, his hand grazed the inside of my thigh. It was my turn to shiver.

"I wish I slept without pants," I whispered by his ear, his hand close to my 'girly parts'.

"You can always take them off," he suggested, his voice low. He chuckled slightly, pinching the inside of my thigh before patting the top of my leg and removing his hand.

"Tease," I mumbled, sitting back and crossing my arms.

"Well... You're pregnant. I can't- or don't want to do anything that may cause harm to the baby..."

"I doubt it will," I huffed. "But, even if it would, I could do things to you that would cause no harm to the baby, sweets," my arms uncrossed and I sat my hand on his knee, the other hand rested on my own knee.

He shifted uneasily in his seat, both hands gripping the wheel. He stared at the road, not me.

"Hmm, Daryl?" I asked sweetly, my hand danced up his leg, resting higher on his thigh.

His hand left the steering wheel and he propped himself up on the side of the truck, his hand covering his mouth as he drove. He tried to look uninterested.

I leaned up, facing him, with my legs tucked under neath me. My hand left his thigh so it was on his chest, my other hand on his shoulder. My mouth was by his ear, my breath hot.

"I could do anything you wanted me to..." I whispered, my hand unbuttoned a button on his shirt and my hand slid inside, cold against his warmth.

He grunted, and I realized he was biting his finger.

I leaned back laughing, propping my feet up on the dash and folding my hands over my stomach.

His finger dropped, giving me a look of pure surprise.

"Tease," he mumbled, shaking his head. I laughed again, hoping he wasn't mad.

"Hey, you're the one who wouldn't want us to wreck, right?" I grinned, running my hand up his arm.

"You're annoying," he scoffed, batting my hand away.

"I'm also knocked up. So, if you're planning on dumping me on the side of the road, better do it now before you get too attached to your offspring," I patted my stomach playfully and he cracked a smile, shaking his head.

He swung his arm around my neck, pulling me to him.

"I wouldn't get rid of you for nothin'," he squeezed me, kissing the top of my head.

"Good," I smiled, my hands trying to pry his arm away. "'Cause I'm not going down without a fight."

"You'd suck. You can't even get my arm off of you," he loosened up, just a little.

"I'm pregnant!" I used it as an excuse, digging my nails into his arms to try and get him to let me go.

"You're only like two months," he scoffed, letting me go. I straightened my back, giving him a look as I rubbed my neck.

"I didn't even hurt you," he shook his head, his hand going to my neck as he massaged it.

"Oh.." I closed my eyes and leaned on my knees.

It didn't even hurt my neck. But this felt good and I could get used to it.

"I kind of don't want this car trip to end," I sighed, not realizing I had said it.

"Why?" he asked, his hand going to my shoulder and I let out small whispery moan.

"I just like spending time with you," I shrugged, his hand going to the middle of my shoulder blades.

"We don't have to have a car ride for that..."

"I know..."

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I don't like this chapter. At all.

And I finished it on Valentines day while my brother was sending flowers to this girl he likes and I'm stuck writing fanfiction. FML.

Good think I just mind fuck Daryl and I'm good. *laughs* *starts crying*