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Ava followed behind Daryl through the woods as they hunted for dinner. He was alert. He was tight. He was ready for anything. She watched how his head turned slowly from one side to the next. He looked into the trees and down around the ground. He was a better hunter than Ava but she knew that already. She had seen him hunting when she watched him before. She had ever learned how to tighten up her hunting skills up from him.
Daryl whistled low and hitched his head to one side. Ava came up to his right side as he pointed into the trees. Ava readied an arrow and brought her bow up. But before she could take proper aim, Daryl moved into her. He set his crossbow down and took a hold of her arms. Ava tensed up and held her breath. If Daryl knew she was panicking, he didn't let on. He repositioned her arms then leaned down to her.
" Keep your arms steady. Don't take your eyes off the game. Don't hold your breath when you fire. You can't wait to long either." He whispered.
Ava did as he ordered. She let her breath out slowly and stared at the squirrel in the tree. Daryl had stepped back from her but she could still feel the heat of his body and skin against her. She could almost still feel his hands on her arms. They were rough and strong. Ava closed her eyes, inhaled and mentally yelled at herself. She didn't need to think about how he felt touching her. A whoose of air went past her, making her jump and open her eyes as the squirrel fell from the tree branch.
" Ain't no wonder you're so damn small. Take to long to fire one off. Told you not to wait." Daryl muttered as he breezed pass her. Ava blushed.
" I'm sorry." She said, following after him.
" Ain't got to be sorry. Don't have time for it. We got a group to fed, come on." He said.
" I just didn't expect you to touch me." Ava admitted. Daryl stopped walking and turned to face her. " I..." Her voice dropped off but she didn't need to say anything, he understood. He didn't like to be touched either. Well, that wasn't completely true. Sometimes he wanted to be touched but he would never ask for it. That was what pussies did. A pussy admitted to wanting to be touched and Daryl was no pussy.
" Ain't gonna hurt you." He snapped before he turned away. He didn't mean to snap at her, it just came out that way. It actually annoyed him that she didn't want him to touch her and Daryl wasn't sure why.
They stayed in the woods, hunting until Daryl felt they had enough food. They didn't talk anymore but they did steal glances at each other. He hadn't been that close to anyone in a long time. Being that up close and personal with her was having an effect on him and he wasn't sure he liked it. He wasn't sure he liked how soft her skin felt against his. He wasn't sure he liked how good her hair smelled.
Now that was just a down right lie and he knew it. He did like how her skin felt and how her hair smelled. He hadn't been able to touch that many girls so touching her was something else, something special. It almost seemed like it should be against whatever law still existed. She was soft, he was rough. Daryl groaned and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
" Is something wrong?" Ava asked him. Daryl looked down at her quickly, completely forgetting that she had been beside him.
" No." He growled out. She stayed quiet the rest of the way back to camp.
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As Ava paid more attention to everyone she could see how truly different Daryl was from Merle and that made her relax more. She had watched him before but she realized she hadn't actually seen him for what Daryl really was. She had been to angry with herself and Merle to really notice how Daryl was. With the group, he was helpful in a quiet sort of way. Without being asked or talking to anyone, he'd toss a log on the fire to keep it going. He readied the meat for dinner and lunch. He took turns watching the woods. Merle did nothing but try and hurt her.
Daryl watched Ava out of the of the corner of his eye. She was warming up to the group. She offered up small smiles and even made a few comments when people talked to her. She helped with cooking and promised to take the women to the river the next day. The women were excited to wash up and do some laundry. They decided to use the river for bathing and washing and the steam for drinking water because the stream flowed into the river.
By full night fall she was smiling more with the group. She was sitting in between Maggie and Carol but was across from Daryl. Even though it was night time, he was still looking at her through narrowed eyes. She would look away from Maggie or Carol and glance at him but not hold his eyes for long. Daryl wanted to look away from her but couldn't. She was so small that he couldn't imagine Merle pounding into her like Daryl knew he had. Merle wouldn't give her a break because of her size and since she fought back, Merle would have just tried harder to break her. The fact that she hadn't was sort of a turn on for Daryl. Well that and the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about what she looked like when she stood up in the river with her nipples as hard as rocks.
" What is your sister like?" Carol asked. Ava looked up as all eyes settled on her. She dropped her eyes back down and started to fidget. She swallowed then cleared her throat.
" She's just like every other girl her age. She loved Justin Beiber and Britney Spears. Her favorite color was purple. When we moved into my new house, we painted her room purple." Ava looked up at the fire and smiled at the memory. Daryl frowned as he took in her expression. She looked soft. The fire made her skin glow.
" My little girl, Sophia, she loved yellow." Carol said quietly. Ava nodded.
" On Christmas morning we would have cinnamon french toast because that's what our mom used to make me when I was little. After our parents died I wanted to keep things normal for her so I started making it. She loved french toast. I think it was what she missed the most actually." Ava said. " Well that and Justin Beiber." Ava said with a small laugh. " She was sure he made it through. I'm not so convinced. I'm pretty sure Britney lived though." Daryl frowned harder. He didn't even know who those people were.
" Really? You think Britney lived?" Maggie asked as they looked at each other.
" Well yeah. I think she's mostly made out of plastic so the walkers won't want to eat her." She said. There was a second were the girls just stared then they bust into laughter, making the other group members smile or laugh themselves. Daryl squinted his eyes. Her laugh was nice. With a low grumble Daryl shook his head. No, there was no room in this new world for nice laughter.
" You might have a point with that." Maggie said.
With that the group fell into a easy conversation. When it was time for bed, Rick and T-Dog decided to take the night watch. They would wake Daryl and Glenn up around four in the morning to take over. They were keeping time with Dale's old watch which Glenn rewound every day at noon, just like Dale used to do. Silently Daryl watched as Ava followed Carol towards her tent. He was making his way towards his which was at the end of the camp, beside T-Dog's and two tents away from Ava and Carol. Ava was still uncomfortable and unsure about sleeping in the tent and he could hear Carol trying to reassure her that they would be fine. Carol unzipped the tent and walked in but Ava paused by the door. As if she felt Daryl's eyes on her, she glanced over her shoulder at him. She offered up a small smile before she disappeared inside.
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Daryl laid over her, thrusting as hard as he could. He was squeezing his eyes shut and grunting. She was running her hands up and down his back with her nails digging into him. Daryl opened his eyes and was surprised to find it was Ava under him. She smiled up at him a second before her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned. He flipped them over, needing to have her ride him the way he had seen girls do in Merle's porns, the way he had always wanted a woman to do to him.
Ava threw her head back as she sat up on Daryl. She rocked her hips and tilted her head back. Her hair brushed against his thighs as his hips thrust up into the air. Her breasts were tight, her nipples hard. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth when she lowered her head back down. He watched with heat and lust filled eyes as she stuck his middle finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
" Oh yeah, Baby, fuck me hard." She moaned out.
" Oh Darylina." Merle's raspy voice came from the corner of the tent.
" No." Daryl whispered. He was too close to cumming to have Merle interrupt him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pumped his left hand harder on his cock.
" Feels so good." Ava moaned.
" Fuck yeah it does." Daryl groaned low and quietly.
" Fuck her good, Darylina cuz you're only going to get it in your dreams." Merle laughed.
" You best leave me alone." Daryl whispered through gritted teeth.
" Fuck me right, Daryl." Ava moaned.
" Shit!" Daryl hissed as he started to cum on himself. His head went back, his legs tighten up and his hips went up. Hot fluid flowed over him and onto his stomach. He panted through the orgasm and wondered why he hadn't been jerking off more often.
When he started to come down, he knew just why. When he had to clean himself up, he remembered. He didn't like looking at his chest or stomach. He hated the marks that littered his skin. If he hated looking at them, so would she. Daryl growled and shook his head. Some of his sweat coated hair went into his right eye. Angrily Daryl wiped off his hands then flicked his hair from his face. She would never get the chance to see them.
" Fuck you." Daryl snapped to the memory of Merle laughing at him once when he caught Daryl during his alone time.
Merle had never let Daryl forget it as if Merle didn't jerk off on the couch. At least Daryl had been in his room at the time. He had made fun of Daryl's dick, saying it was a sad, pathetic little thing. He had made fun of Daryl for jerking off because he couldn't get a girl. It had taken Daryl months to start touching himself again, months to get Merle's laughter out of his head.
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Ava laid in the darkness of Carol's tent, listening to the other woman sleep. What was she going to do? Where would she go when it's all said and done? Maybe she could find a group to be apart of. Maybe there was safety in numbers, if you had the right people in your numbers. But would they want her to be a part of them? Would they be able to accept her completely and wholly? She sighed and closed her eyes. She rolled away from Carol, giving the woman her back. No, she couldn't and wouldn't get used to them. She couldn't afford too.
Behind her closed lids Daryl's face flowed into her mind. He was handsome, in a dirty kind of way. He was strong, the perfect example of what a man should look like. His eyes were a beautiful blue, almost crystal clear blue. His hair was longish and dark, just like she had always liked in a man. He was everything Merle wasn't. He watched the group like they were his family, like he cared about them. Merle could care less about anyone. Ava frowned with her eyes closed and shook her head. She silently scolded herself for thinking about a man like that. This was not the time to start forming a stupid ass crush. This was not the world for it.
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Why did her nipples have to haunt him every time Daryl closed his eyes? Why was her smile and laughter moving through him? Because he wanted her and he hated it. He hated himself for it and hated her for it. He would never have her and even if he did get her, Daryl wouldn't know what to do with her. He didn't know the first time about girls. He had no game and he knew it. He didn't know how to talk a girl, much less what to do with her even if she came to his tent. Daryl crossed his arms over his chest and forced himself to sleep.
