(A/N Everyone this is the chapter when this story really earns it's M rating. Smut and sexy times ahead along with a glimpse into Chloe's childhood with her abusive father. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as always please review, favorite, and follow! Thanks guys!)
(Sophia's POV)
There's only one doctor in the whole place; Doctor Edwin Jenner. He takes three vials of blood from each of us, that's the price of admission. Carl and I are the last to go, it doesn't hurt that bad. Not as much as I thought it would.
"Are you ok?" Dr. Jenner asks when I stand up only to fall back into the chair again.
"I'm fine." I say, standing up again this time more slowly. Hating how weak my legs feel under me.
"She hasn't eaten in days." Chloe rushes to my side. "None of us have."
"Well, follow me." The older man smiles at her, collecting all the blood for testing.
I think Chloe might hate me...for what I said about the CDC being a nice thought. She wants me to be like Carl, to just believe that the adults will take care of me and that I don't have to worry so I can just be a kid. She wants me to be blind to what's happening and I'm not. We follow Doctor Jenner down the long hallway through a set of doors.
"Woah," Carl breathes, taking in the large kitchen.
"We have quite a selection of nonperishable and powdered meals, wine as well. You're more than welcome to anything you find." Maybe he's just being nice, maybe he hasn't seen another person in a long time, or maybe there's something wrong here.
"Thank you." Lori speaks up first.
Daryl rushes to the pantry, grabbing the jar of peanut butter; twisting the cap off and dipping two fingers inside without a second thought. He licks his hand clean before diving in again this time holding his fingers out to Chloe.
"Uck, no baby." She turns her nose up at him.
"Protein." Daryl shrugs, continuing his meal.
"Chlo, check it out!" Glenn calls from the left side of the room, shaking a box of cereal and condensed milk.
"Score." She rushes over to him.
"Honey slow down, we have enough food here to make us an actual dinner." Mom smiles at her.
"Sophia and Carl why don't you come pick out a couple things you'd like for supper." Lori suggests.
I grab the cheddar scalped potatoes.
"Chloe, quit makin' out with Glenn an' hand me tha wine opener." I hear Daryl grumble from the corner of the room.
"Oh no I thought we were being discrete." She mumbles around a mouthful of cereal. "Hold my bowl love muffin." Chloe teases handing her cereal off to Glenn and making her way toward Daryl. She worms her way into his arms, he ignores her for the most part, continuing to turn the corkscrew behind her back. "Hey, hey." She pokes at his sides.
"What girl? How much attention do ya need?" Daryl sounds equal parts annoyed and amused like we always does when he talks to her.
"All of it," Chloe whines, earning her a smirk. Daryl grabs the bottom of her pony tail, tugging her head back so she's looking up at him and then kisses her.
"Eww!" Carl and I squeal at the same time. I've never see Chloe kiss a boy before and I hope I never do again.
"Don't watch," Mom laughs. "Someday that'll be you kissing a boy and your sister will be the one saying eww." She likes Daryl I think, I'm still trying to decide if I do.
"Knowing Chloe she'll be beatin' those poor boys away with a stick." Lori chuckles. "You can tell though, they're gonna look just alike."
"I've always said that." Mom replies; its true. Mom always goes on about how much I look like Chloe when she was my age. So when I get older, if I get older, I'll be pretty. I'll have any boy I want. Will I want a boy like Daryl then too? I would have to change a lot to want that. I've changed a lot already.
"Come on Sophia, you can help us cook," Jackie offers.
"Ok." I nod.
(Daryl's POV)
"You know in France and Italy children have a little wine with their dinner." Dale says as he pours wine inta Lori's glass. We're all sat 'round a large table with a white cloth over it. This is tha best meal I've had since this whole thing started.
"And when Carl is in Italy or France he can have some then." Lori replies, puttin' her hand over Carl's cup.
"Oh come on, just a little what's it gonna hurt?" Rick speaks up, maybe he's not as much of a uptight prick as I thought.
"Ok." Lori shrugs.
"Alright." Dale laughs pourin' tha kid a glass.
"Eww." Carl's face screws up when he takes tha first sip.
"That's my boy, that's my boy." Lori grins, dumpin' tha wine inta her own glass.
"Tastes nasty." Carl tells Sophia, aside a Chloe and I. It's different, sittin' at a table with the group a 'em. Way things used ta be, I'd prolly be sittin' off somewhere on my own. Not now, it's like I got this girl who just won't let me be how I was. Always givin' a shit 'bout where I am, what I'm doin', if I'm ok. I ain't never had nothin' like that before, never realized how much I wanted it.
"Why don't you stick to soda pop bud." Shane comments and everyone laughs again.
"Not you Glenn, keep drinkin' little man. I wanna see how red your face can get." I taunt Glenn from 'cross the table. His face goes red immediately and his grin widens. He ain't so bad, not really. Seems like he'd be a fun drunk.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" Chloe insists pounding her fists against tha table. She's had her fair share a alcohol already but she's still drinkin' away.
Rick clangs his fork against his wine glass loudly. "Seems to me we haven't properly thanked our host."
"He is more than just our host." T-Dog is the first to raise is glass.
"Cheers." Chloe and Carol are next.
"Cheers to you doc." Jackie smiles lifting her cup with Shane and Dale.
"Booyah!" I raise my entire bottle of wine.
"Thank you." Rick nods to Jenner.
"Booyah!" Glenn repeats.
"So doc when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here? All the other doctors that are supposed to be figuring this out; where are they?" Shane asks completely killin' all tha laughter in the room.
"Shane we're celebrating, we don't need to do this now." Rick mutters.
"That's why we're here right? To get answers. Instead we found him, we found one man. Why?" Shane presses on and Chloe takes a large gulp of wine.
"When things got bad a lot of people left to be with their families. When things got worse and the military ordinance went down most people just bolted." There's somethin' off 'bout him.
"Every last one of em?" Shane cocks his head to the side, he ain't buyin' it neither.
"Some of them couldn't face walking out the doors, they...opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time." There it is, a lil sliver a tha truth after all his bullshitin'.
"But you didn't leave. Why?" Andrea asks the question we're all wonderin'.
"I just kept working, hoping to do some good." Jenner looks down, refocusin' on tha plate a food in front a him.
"Dude you are such a buzz kill." Glenn says, standin' up. The lightness that was in tha air is all gone now, so is mosta tha food. We all feel it, tha time for playin' house is over.
"If you'd all follow me, I'll show you we're you can put your things." Jenner stands leadin' us back out the way we came and through a new set a doors. Behind it is a long hallway, the walls are the same gray dull color as almost everythin' here. "Most of the facility is powered down including housing so you'll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable but there are cots in storage if you'd like. There's a rec room down the hall you kids might enjoy, just don't plug in any of the video games. Same thing if you shower go easy on the hot water."
"Hot water?" Glenn pipes up.
"That's what the man said." T-Dog turns to him with tha same shit eatin' grin.
"Chloe are you coming to the rec room?" Carl asks excitedly.
I know that look, she can't never say no to those damn kids. Not that I blame her, they grow on ya.
"Half an hour, that's all I need it's almost their bed time." She turns to me.
"Go on," I wave her away. "I'ma go get us a couple a them cots."
"Thank you, you're wonderful." She rains kisses over my face.
"Wastin' your time sweet talkin' me." I grin, "go play with tha half pints."
"Come on Glennie, we're going to play."
"Wooohoooo!" 'ppearantly Glenn is wasted too.
"Sophia, Carl last one there is a rotten egg." Chloe takes off down tha hallway.
"Mom she cheated you all saw it!" Carl protest chasin' after the three of them.
"Haha you can't catch- Ahh!" Chloe's sing song tauntin' is cut short when she trips over her own two feet, fallin' on her face. Glenn jumps right over her. "Hey aren't you gonna help me?"
"No way." He laughs continuin' down the hallway.
"Come on Sophia, I'm your sister." Chloe yells as the younger girl passes her.
"You're also the rotten egg."
"Haha!"
"Man, those lil kids are savage." I say under my breath but Carol hears me.
"You think that's bad? Has Chloe ever told you the story about how she became ambidextrous?"
"What the hell does that even mean?" I grumble.
"It means you can use your right hand just as easy as your left." Carol replies.
"Nah." I shrug, we don't really talk much about what was, just what is. All that shit that happened when we were kids ain't never seemed worth talkin' 'bout.
"When Chloe was in fourth grade she got pushed off the slide at the top of the playground because she got a valentine from another girl's boyfriend."
"Pfft." I scoff.
"I'll never forget that girl's name, Amber Martinez, the fall broke her right arm. But Chloe bedazzled that little pink cast, I think she was more heartbroken when they had to take it off than about anything else."
"You're right, that sounds a lot worse." I nod.
"Oh no that's not even the best part," Carol smiles, shakin' her head. "About two days after when the doctor cleared Chloe to go back to school, she cut the little girl's pony tail off. I'd never been prouder."
"The little bitch had it comin'." I grin, imaginin' little Chloe in her pigtails with a pair a scissors in one hand and a fist full a hair in the other.
"That's what Ed said, as you can imagine it wasn't well received by the parents. He wasn't perfect but he had his moments you know? That was one of them."
"Hey uh, ya want one a them cots. I could get ya one, ain't no trouble." I say after a beat a awkward silence.
"Yes, thank you." Carol reples.
"Anytime." I don't know why I even asked, I don't owe her nothin'. But she's Chloe's Ma, I want her ta like me. I think she might. Why else would she be tellin' me all that shit?
"Daryl?" Chloe stumbles through the door holdin' a bottle a liquor.
"Good thing I was countin' on ya bein' late, it's goin' on a hour that you've been gone."
"No I did leave on time, I just spent the last twenty minutes looking for you. I barged into everyone's room at least twice. They hate me." She laughs, her face goin' all red.
"Well ya foun' me, the kids an' Glenn get ta bed alright?" I ask, closin' tha space between us.
"Mhm," She hums lookin' up at me from under her long lashes.
"Mkay then." I lock my arms under her ass, liftin' her up easily and tossin' her onta the bed. Grabbin' her bottle and puttin' it on the floor 'fore she can spill anymore, my arms on either side a her head ta steady myself.
"I love your arms. The way your biceps flex when you're holding your bow is better than porn. God, I wish I was your bow." She slurs runnin' her fingers over my skin.
"Stop," I lift her chin ta kiss her. Her plump lips pliant against mine.
"It's true. I could soak an entire pair of panties just thinking about them." She tries ta rub her thighs together but I stop her, restin' between her legs so that her hips are cradlin' mine.
"Is that so?" I smirk down at her, brushing tha hair away from her face.
"Yeah, I think you should make me naked now." She reaches down, beginnin' ta tug her own shirt up above her head.
"Just so ya know if we hadn't been foolin' 'round for a while I wouldn't be doin' this. You're so sloppy drunk I'm not sure if you're able ta consent." I trail open mouth kisses from her mouth, down her neck, over tha valley between her tits, ta tha smooth skin a her stomach until I reach her jeans. Pulling tha silver button and fly so I can slide her pants down her legs, over her ankles an' on ta tha floor.
"You have my express consent to do whatever you'd like to me Mr. Dixon." She breathes as her panties and bra join the rest of her clothes.
I shrug outta my own clothes fast as I can with her pullin' and tuggin' at them all the while. I capture both her wanderin' hands in one a mine, pinnin' them up above her head.
"What are you doing?" She giggles twistin' her body slightly beneath mine, tryin' ta slip away.
"Ya said ya wanted ta be my bow, so I'm gonna string you up real tight an' then let ya fly." I murmur against tha shell a her ear.
"Yes please," she breathes buckin' up against my dick. Hottest fuckin' thing in the world, hearin' her beg for me. I don't think she has a god damn clue what she does ta me. I line myself up with her, pushin' myself inside so painfully slow that I'm sure we'll both die."Daryl," she whimpers as I release her hands. Leanin' back on my heels so that her thighs are draped over mine; allowin' me ta be deeper in her than I've ever been. Her pussy wraps 'round me like a vise, so warm an' wet. She lets out a shutterin' breath her fingers fistin' in tha sheets.
"You feel so good baby." I only gotta rock against her once before those big brown eyes roll back in her head.
"Fuck." Her face screws up as I pick up the pace, her perfect tits bouncin' with every move; lettin' out those lil pants that drive me crazy.
"Come 'ere." I pull her up against me so her chest is pressed ta mine, she's in my lap now, our faces almost touchin'.
"I thought you didn't like the girl on top." She arches a eyebrow at me.
"Yeah well, you're makin' me change my mind 'bout a lota things." I push her hair behin' her ears so I can see her. She lifts off me almost all the way before sinkin' back down on my cock. "Remember you're my bow, don't cum until I say ya can, those are the rules." Her muscles clench aroun' me, she likes this game.
"You're the boss." She mutters bringin' her mouth down ta mine, suckin' my bottom lip inta her mouth and runnin' her teeth 'cross it. This girl's gon' be tha death of me. We break apart a second later as she starts movin' faster, my hands slide down, finding purchase on her hips guiding her movements. Nippin at the skin over her collar bone before takin' her left nipple inta my mouth. "Oh." Her head falls back.
I feel her fingers dancin' 'cross my shoulders, down tha skin a my back an' I force myself not ta tense up. She's gon' feel em, my scars. This is tha first time I ever took my shirt off in front a her. But she don't even seem ta notice the raised skin, just digs her nails in draggin' em down. I move my right hand down ta where we're joined circlin' her clit.
"Don't," she grabs my wrist ta stop me.
I release her nipple, pullin' back ta look at her, "what's the matter baby?"
"I'm close, you're gonna make me-," She warns, her sweet breath fannin' across my face.
"Why don't ya wanna? Ain't that the point?"
"Not until you say." She says softly, makin' me impossibly harder.
"Ya don't gotta listen ta me. Ya don't listen ta nobody." I tease her mercilessly, lovin' tha way she's lettin' me push her farther out a her comfort zone.
"I wanna make you happy...I want you to let me."
"Cum for me." I cup her face with my free hand forcin' her ta keep her eyes on mine as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy pulsin' aroun' me, drawin' me deeper until I pour myself inta her. She drops her head onta my shoulder, comin' down from her high. "Chloe..." I busted in her, that's the mother of all fuck ups. She must know, she musta realized by now what I've done.
"It's ok, it was just...it won't happen again. I know you're sorry, please don't ruin this." Her arms find their way aroun' my neck, holdin' me to her.
"Let's get cleaned up, come on." I give her a lil love tap on her behin' ta get her movin'. She hops off a me onta the floor makin' her way ta tha bathroom. I follow her a beat later. She's standin' in tha mirror, combin' her fingers through her hair. If Chloe had a baby, my baby, I would love it. I'd love it 'cause it was a part a her. This just ain't a world for babies no more. I move behin' her flippin' on the hot water in tha shower.
"I know you're ashamed of them, you shouldn't be." She says stoppin' me dead in my tracks. "My dad didn't ever hit me in a way that left a permanent mark so maybe that's a little different but he did other things, stuff that I was too embarrassed to ever tell anyone. I was so afraid that somebody would find out, I tried to pretend for a long time like it never happened but it did. This is not your fault, they were the adults, we were the children they were bigger and stronger and they were supposed to protect us but they hurt us instead. So don't ever think for one second that I care about your scars because I don't."
"Did he...did Ed rape you?" I ask, tha last two words are almost too terrible ta even say out loud.
"No, it started out just with him looking at me. Looking at me in a way he shouldn't have, then touching me...over my clothes, he always acted like it was an accident."
"How old were you?" I wonder runnin' my fingers from her elbow up tha top a her arm.
"Does it matter?" She looks aroun' tha room uncomfortably.
"Yeah." I whisper.
"Twelve, that's when he started..."
"Ya should a let me kill 'em, after he hit ya back at camp." I woulda done more than just shot 'em. I woulda tore him up.
"I should have," she nods. "It's just...he was my dad. I always hoped he'd change."
"People like that don't change, they just get better at hidin' it. Makes me sick even thinkin'..." I trail off.
"We have to put it away. Because Ed and your dad...they're dead but we're not." She's right, I can tell she means it too. Whatever happened ta those kids don't matter now, that's part a us but that's not who we are, not anymore.
"Put it away." I agree, leanin' down ta kiss her.
(Chloe's POV)
We make love in the shower, slow and sweet under the spray of the water. Before we towel off and climb into bed. Daryl is laying on the make shift bed, both arms under his head staring up at the ceiling in just his boxers. I pull on a tee shirt and a pair of panties before joining him. Both of us on our backs.
"What are ya thinkin'?"
"I'm thinking that who ever invented the term one night stand would be rolling over in their grave if they could see us right now." I sneak a peek over at him and he smirks rolling onto his side to look at me, propped up on his right elbow.
"I mean it started like that I guess. You're tha prettiest girl I ever seen, so when you were like 'do ya wanna fuck' I was like 'I thought you'd never ask'." He shrugs. "I thought ya know just one time, that'd be enough but it wasn't. So there was a second time an' a third an' a bunch a other times. I liked fuckin' ya so much I thought maybe I'd like ta talk ta ya at some point." I love when he talks like this. So open, so honest, so Daryl. Everybody thinks he's such a hard ass and he is. But under all that he's really, sweet, loving, and wonderful. "Ya want me ta keep embarrassin' myself or can we move on?"
"No, keep going. I wanna hear more." I smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"Mkay, where was I?"
"You were at the part where you wanted to talk to me."
"So I did talk ta ya, realized that I liked talkin' ta ya almost as much as I liked everythin' else we was doin'. It started ta be somethin' else, ya'd make my heartbeat so fast just by lookin' at me. I thought maybe I was in love with ya, I didn't know for sure until the night after we got back from lookin' for Merle. I saw it then, I was lovin' ya and you were lovin' me right back. I knew that I could never just fuck ya again, even if I was poundin' ya we'd still be makin' love and I was ok with that. I wanted it. And then ya took off. Felt like tha piece a shit I was again. Ya always made me feel like maybe everybody else was wrong about me, maybe I wasn't just some stupid redneck, who wasn't never gon' amount ta nothin'. Ya made me feel like I was good enough for the first time in my life."
"Because you are good enough. You are! I'm sorry I made you think for one second that you weren't. You deserve everything you want in this world." I tell him, because it's true he had to know that.
"So do you, anythin' ya want, anythin' at all, I'll make, find, or steal it for ya. Name it and it's yours. I'm whipped." He admits running, a hand over his face.
"You are," I grin, raining kisses over his face until he chuckles. "It's probably the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Pfft." He nudges me. "Ya just like the idea a tamin' me, well that ain't never gon' happen."
"I don't want to tame you, I just want you to bloom." I lie down, restin' my head on his chest.
"Like a flower or somethin'?" His hands find their way into my hair, massaging my scalp with practiced fingers.
"Exactly like a flower." I trace patterns over the toned skin of his stomach.
"I ain't no daisy." He grumbles.
"We'll see." I yawn, unable to keep my eyes open a second longer.
