* Please Review! How did you guys like the scene with her crying at the lake and Daryl watching, what did you think?*
Winter was sitting directly across from Daryl at dinner time with only the fire in between them. He kept stealing glances at her but she hadn't looked at him once. She was sitting beside T-Dog who was watching her too. She was pushing around the food on her plate, only taking a bite every once and a while. Finally T-Dog leaned into her.
" You need to eat more, Sister." He said softly but Daryl still heard him. Winter looked at him and smiled weakly.
" I will. Tomorrow, okay? I'm just not hungry tonight." Daryl agreed with T-Dog. She did need to eat more. He was hoping the man would push the issue but he didn't. Instead, he let Winter get up and set her plate down. " I need to go to the farmhouse to get some more thread. I'll be back." She said. Daryl shifted in his seat as he watched her walk behind T-Dog and Andrea. His eyes moved to Andrea who held up two fingers.
' Two hours.' She mouthed to him. Daryl frowned and shook his head.
It was dark but Winter knew the way to the house. She was going to get the thread then go to bed. She didn't really need it but she did need an excuse to get away from T-Dog's scared look, Andrea's watchful eyes, Shane's glare and Daryl's hate. She just wanted some time to herself. She crossed her arms as she walked through the tall grass.
" Winter." Daryl's voice made her stop and close her eyes. She shook her head then tilted it back so her face was towards the sky. Slowly she turned and faced him.
" What is it now, Daryl?" She asked when she looked at him. " What did I do now? Or do you just want to tell me how stupid and selfish I am some more?" Daryl's steps slowed down as he frowned.
" It ain't safe to be out here without a weapon." He said. Winter shook her head.
" Yeah, you're right." She said before she turned around and started back for the house. " Just another stupid thing I do because I'm nothing but a stupid bitch." She said as she threw her hands in the air. Daryl hurried after her.
" I ain't sayin that." He said.
" Oh you don't need too. I heard it enough last night." Winter said. " I think I got it by now."
" Damn it! Will you just listen for one fuckin second!" He asked.
" No, I don't think I will. I have heard all you have to say to me. I have heard you say it, scream, and yell it in my face. I get it. You hate me. I'm selfish, stupid and a bitch. I don't think about anyone but myself." Daryl whined at his words. He shook his head and reached out. He grabbed her arm and turned her around quickly. He spun her so fast that Winter's hands came up and against his chest to steady herself.
" It ain't like that." He hissed down to her.
" Then what's it like?" She asked. " Please tell me. Please, Daryl Dixon, enlighten me with your ever expending knowledge."
" You always gotta be a smart ass when a man's tryin to talk to you?" He asked. Winter dropped her hands from his chest.
" What do you want? Just tell me what you want to say so I can finish my night. I'm too tired to deal with you and your shit towards me. I have wrecked my brain trying to figure out what I did to you to make you hate me and I'm coming up empty so please, just tell me already." She said in a quiet voice. " I have mended your clothes, washed them, made you arrows, got you new clothes, I even got you that vest you're wearing right now but still you hate me. So just tell me why then we never have to talk again."
" I don't hate you." He was speaking just as quietly as she was.
Winter looked back and forth between his eyes with a pain filled expression. Finally, after neither one had spoken, she shook her head and moved to pull away from him. Daryl let her slip through his fingers but as she started to walk away from him again, he reached out one more time. He grabbed her and spun her around. His left hand went into her hair while his right arm locked in hard around her waist. He pulled her against him then crushed his mouth against hers.
Winter fought against him at first. She pushed against his chest and tried to pull her head away but Daryl's hand tighten in her hair and his arm squeezed her waist tightly. After a few seconds, he felt her give in to him. Her lips parted and he quickly filled her mouth. Her tasted exploded through his system as her tongue moved against his. Her hands slipped from his chest to around his neck.
The two moved as one when they sank to their knees. He pushed her down when she pulled him forward. When her back met with the ground, his right hand moved down her body to her thigh. He squeezed it then pulled her leg up and out to give himself more room in between her legs. To his surprise, she moaned into his kiss. One of her hands started to rub against the back of his head. He forced himself away from her mouth so he could kiss down her neck. They started to move against each other. Her hips came up as his moved down. He sucked her skin into his mouth and she arched her back in respond. Daryl was shocked. He had finally kissed her and she had kissed him back. He was touching her and she was touching him.
" Stop." Her voice was breathless as she pushed against his chest. Disappointment and embarrassed for his behavior started through him right away. He moved to pull away from her quickly but she locked her legs around his waist, freezing his movements. " We can't do this out here." He frowned but Winter just smiled. " Just take me to your tent." She whispered.
He pulled away and grabbed her arms. He pulled her up so they were both standing. His left hand completely enclosed on her right one as he started pulling her towards his camp. She reached her other hand up and touched his arm. He glanced back at her but she just smiled. He looked back towards his tent. His mind focused on getting her there as fast as he could.
Once he walked into his little makeshift house, he looked around and frowned. The inside of his tent was a mess. He hadn't expected to bring her back. His blankets were throw in the same place he had tossed them when he woke up. His clothes were sitting in piles on the floor. His face flushed and he turned to explain things to her but the look on her face stopped him. She wasn't looked at his tent. Her eyes were glued to his face.
Daryl slipped the cross bow over his head and set it down without breaking eye contact with her. He leaned forward and reached behind her to zip his tent closed. When he stood up straight again, they were still staring at each other. He couldn't believe she was actually standing in his tent. Just a few steps behind him was where he would lay and think about her. Winter stepped forward and brought her hands up to his shoulders. He let her push the vest off and it fell to the ground. Her hands move to the buttons on his shirt but he noticed they were shaking. He covered her hands with his.
" You scared?" He whispered. Winter shook her head. " Then what you shakin for?"
Her lips parted and she exhaled slowly. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was shallow. Daryl understood what she wasn't saying. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her. He let go of her hands and they continued their work, undoing every button until she pushed it open. He took his arms out of the shirt, one at a time then it joined his vest on the ground. Winter took a hold of his hands and place them on her shirt. He frowned hard and slowly shook his head. Winter frowned in return.
" What's wrong?" She asked. Daryl stepped away from her as embarrassment crept over him. He had no idea how to be with a girl like her. He had only been with a few girls and they were whores. Daryl had had less then a handful of blow jobs in his life and none of them went to completion. " What's wrong, Daryl?" She whispered.
" I don't know what I'm doin." He admitted. " I don't know how to be with you." It took everything in him to tell her that and Winter knew it.
" Then let me help you." She said as took a hold of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor. Daryl's eyes went right to her breasts. She smiled as his tongue flicked out and over his bottom lip. She reached behind her and undid the hooks of her bra. But she covered her breasts so he couldn't see them when her bra left her. " Do you want to see them?" She asked. He nodded. Winter was still smiling when she dropped her arms. He held his breath and his hands went into fists at his sides. "Do you want to touch me?" Winter asked. Daryl looked up at her face.
" I don't want to hurt you." He said.
" You're not going to hurt me." She reached out and took a hold of his wrists. She pulled him closer to her and placed his hands on her. " Touch them. Do what you want with them."
His eyes dropped down. He watched as his thumbs swept across her nipples. He licked his lips again when she tighten up under his touch. Winter's eyes shut as her breath caught. It had been so long since anyone had touched her that she almost melted. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck while he continued to massage her. She moaned softly, surprising him. Her hands came up and took a hold of his belt buckle.
She worked quickly at getting his belt undone and his pants open. He was embarrassed again. Daryl was nervous and wasn't what he should be. But to her credit, Winter didn't seem to care. She grabbed his face and the kissing started again. He continued to touch her while he tasted her. He barely noticed when her hands came to the waist band of his boxers. She pushed his pants straight down then slipped one hand into his boxers.
He moved to pull his head away from her but her free hand came up and clamped down on the back of his neck, holding him to her mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut harder as her hand started to work on him. She slipped it straight down his length and tighten it around his base. She moved her hand back up him and squeezed the head of his penis. Daryl's hands went to her hips when he pulled her against him. She moved back down him, touching, sliding and squeezing until he was rock hard. His length reaching his belly button. He increased their kissing as he started breathing harder. One of his hands went into her hair and pulled it. Winter whimpered against his tongue.
" Stop!" He said quickly, yanking away from her.
" What?" She breathed out. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Winter smiled and moved towards him. Her hands came to his chest and started to slide them down. Daryl covered her hands with his and shook his head.
" I need a few seconds, Girl." He whispered. Winter pulled away and went to work on her jeans. Daryl heard her moving around but still kept his eyes shut. She had only touched him for a few minutes but she had brought him close to cumming and he needed to relax. But when he opened his eyes again all he could do was swear loudly. She was standing in front of him completely naked. " You got to be shittin me." He whispered, his eyes flowing over her body. He closed the short distance between them and wrapped his arms around her before he slammed his mouth against hers.
