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Amber POV
this is NOT good.
I think to myself as I look out from the porch.
Rick and Jessie are chatting it up for the third time today, and that's that I have seen.
School doesn't start until nine and when I was leaving the house at quarter till, they were out there, talking, and then again when I walked home for lunch, and again now.
I have only been working with Pete and Lucas for a week now, but it's not hard to tell that Pete ranks pretty high on the asshole chart.
But then a lot of doctors do have that god complex, combine that with the end of the world, loss of recognition and a hell of a drinking problem. What do you get?
Asshole award.
And I know very well from our little "interaction" this afternoon that today he is one pissy mood.
"This is bull, I don't know why I am even listening to you. Lucas, if you want to waste your time, you listen to her. I will stick with real medicine"
That had to be the fourth time that he had gone on about the uselessness of anything I knew. Lucas was trying to learn what I was trying to teach.
And I had been trying really hard to not lose my temper about his whole arrogance. But when I rolled my eyes and said to Lucas, who was actually still listening to me.
"I am thinking about incorporating some of this into my school lessons for the older kids. That way it's something that they will grow up knowing, and can pass on."
"Gonna tell them how you would have been burned as a witch in the middle ages for believing in this bunk"
That's when I lose my temper.
"Pete, do you know the drugs, digitalis, a-Lobeline, Morphine, Taxols or Aspirin"
"Uhhh yeah"
The look on his face says he might know where I am going with this, but I want to make sure he knows he has been called on his shit.
"Digitalis comes from Foxglove, a-Lobeline comes from lobelia, Morphine comes from poppies, Taxols come from daffodils and aspirin come from willow trees. So if you have ever prescribed an ASPRIN in your LIFE you too are a believer of this BUNK! So maybe next time you will be willing to carve out some time from your busy HANGOVER SCHEDULE to fucking listen to what I am saying!"
I stormed out then, and walked back to the house.
God damned self righteous, arrogant drunk.
"You look pissed" Says the gravelly voice to my left,
Seeing Daryl makes me rage dissipate a little. He always has that effect on me.
"Fucking Pete"
"What happened?" he says tensing his grip on his most recent kill
"He is just an ass. I may not be a doctor, but I know my shit, and his…"
"Amber!" Lucas calls trotting up to us.
Lucas was an RN before all of this, he is average height, and average build. Actually he is average in just about every way, except he has carrot top red hair and big blue eyes.
He seems to be a nice guy, listens to what I teach him, cracks jokes, and it even turns out he was a history buff.
And he tries really hard to make up for Pete utter lack of affability.
"I am really sorry about that, I know he is a jerk" he says a little out of breath
"That's putting it mildly"
"I hope you will still come and teach me about herbs" he smiles at me with his gapped teeth.
"You, I will teach Lucas. But he can kiss my ass." I tell him matter of factly.
"Yeah, I can understand that. Just tell me when and where. I will be there." He tells me then nods to Daryl next to me "Night Daryl"
"Hmmmmmrrrmm"
"So a turkey huh?" I ask Daryl "and it's not even thanksgiving yet"
"Getting cold though." He answers as we walk on "Who was that guy?"
"Lucas. He is Pete's assistant, poor guy. Used to be a RN in a hospital."
"So your teachin him bout herbs?"
"I was trying to teach him and Pete, but I can't handle that guy. So now I guess it's just him"
Daryl goes out back of the house when we get there to dress the bird and I head out to the porch, where I am now, watching Rick.
"Penny for your thoughts" Carol says joining me on the porch.
"hmmmm. I was just thinking that I hope I am wrong"
"Oh you're not. I've seen it too"
"It's not the time or place for this. We are still basically guest here, and this is going to cause trouble"
"Maybe Rick will come to his senses. Or she will"
"I am sure they said that about Paris and Helen of Troy too"
"If any giant wooden horses show up on our door, return to sender" she says to me and walks back in the house.
It's her turn to cook, and we are having some sort of casserole tonight.
Rick and Jessie break apart in the awkward way two people do when they are trying not to let their feelings show…and fail at it miserably.
Rick walks on, doing one more perimeter check, and as Jessie walks back to her home, and the wind blows her hair in the setting sun, I think she could just be Helen.
She is beautiful, there is no denying that, but I am not willing to set all of our fates on the whims of Rick Grimes' penis.
His other head… sure. That one…well… Hellenistic wars anyone?
I need to think, so I go for a walk and run into Deanna
"How do you like your students" she asks joining me on my walk.
"They all seem like bright kids. Enid is a little closed off, but then, being out there can do that to a person"
"And what about Pete and Lucas"
"Pete would be banned from my class if this was my old job. I don't think there is anything I can teach him that he is willing to learn"
"I was afraid of that. He does seem to have a little bit of…." She searches for a word
"God complex" I provide for her
"Yes, well I guess going from being a leading surgeon to being the village doctor could to that"
"The booze probably don't help either" I bark
And the shocked confused look on her face tells me that she had no idea
"You didn't know he was drinking?"
"I knew he had been a drinker. But he said some time ago he had got help for it."
It feels wrong to beat a dead horse, so I change the topic of discussion
"Lucas is a good student though."
"Much more mild than Pete"
I laugh at that, because it is a nice way, a political way of saying… he isn't a douche bag.
"I will have a talk with Pete, you enjoy the rest of your walk, Professor" she emphasizes the last word and adds a smile.
I walk on, thinking about Rick, wondering if there is any way at all to warn him off the path of foolishness without him getting his panties in a twist.
I think about asking Daryl to talk to him. But that's like asking the mute to council the blind. Finally I settle on Michonne.
Which sucks, because if I had my way, Rick would be after her…and not the sweet, if entirely useless hippie soccer mom.
Which makes me wonder if that's Rick's type? Is our fearless leader the kind of guy that goes for the kind of woman that giggles, agrees and bats her lashes.
The maiden in distress type.
God I hope not…maybe it's just because she is the first one to be nice to him.
Why god, why could he not go for anyone but a married woman. And married to the only doctor we have.
"You sure can pick 'em" I breathe under my breath to myself
"Who are you picking?"
"Jesus Lucas! You scared me!" I say hitting him hard in the arm and sheathing the knife I had pulled.
"Jeez I surrender" he says showing me his palms
"What are you doing out here?"
"I was on the porch and I saw you walking, so I thought I would join you"
"I can take care of myself you know"
"Yeah, it's one of the things I like about you"
"Riight…"
"No really, everyone here, myself included, are kids compared to you and your group"
"Well, when you are out there for two years, it happens. Fight or die, learn or die, you know?"
"Did you learn about herbs from Daryl?"
"No, but I did learn hunting and tracking from Daryl"
"You two seem close. Like family"
"We are family. We've all saved each other at some point."
"Now you are here saving us" he says and smiles at me.
"Teaching you how to find Usnea isn't exactly going to get me canonized"
"Saint Amber" he says seemingly trying on the name for size "Patron saint of herbalists and pretty archers"
Alarm bells go off in my head….
"Just of herbalists. Daryl is more the patron saint of archers. He is way better at it than I am."
"He isn't really my type" he deadpans. And I feel a little guilty about the laugh that bursts out of my mouth.
"I like your laugh" Lucas tells me as my house comes into view.
"Night Lucas!" I say and trot away from him to the safety of my own people.
Daryl, Rick and Carol are on the porch when I get there…they stop mid sentence until they see it's me.
"Hey" Daryl says
"Hey" I return and walk up to them. "What's wrong?"
"We are talking about this place" Carol tells me
"Do you think we can make it work" Rick asks me
"If we aren't careless" I tell him pointedly.
"How do you mean?" Carol asks, knowing full well what I mean
"We ain't like these people." Daryl answers for me
"Right, things we might do or say, because we know they need to be said or done, they won't understand. We need to at least TRY not to make waves"
"well if they can't make it work. We'll just take this place" he says and I want to face palm myself.
Rick and Carol walk back in, Daryl stays with me. Daryl knows I am pissed, he would know without the crossed arms, huffed out breath, and shaking head.
But I am sure that was probably a dead giveaway.
"Wanna drink" he says offering me his flask
"Hell yes" I say taking it from him and choking a little when I find out its whiskey.
"God that's gross" I say wincing
"Put hair on your chest"
I turn and deliberately press my breasts into his arm
"Do you want hair on my chest?" I ask with my best sexy voice.
" I know I don't want that fuckin ginger on 'em" he grumbles, not taking the bait.
"Well these" I say bringing his hand to my chest "Are just for you"
"Better be" he says turning towards me and claiming my mouth with total abandon.
He keeps kissing me, his arms tightening around me, crushing me in those arms I have come to keep my awake at night.
I leave one arm resting across the back of his neck and, never breaking my lips from his, let my fingers find their way under his shirts, right at the waistline of his pants.
That elicits a rumble in his chest that shoots right between my thighs…and spurs me on to slip my hand further south, down the front of his pants to rub the hardening bulge there.
He breaks his mouth away from mine, and groans in my ear
"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck"
And I am about to seriously climb him like a tree when Carol calls out from inside the house.
"Dinner's ready!"
I burry my head in his chest, and whine
"Son of a bitch"
Daryl just groans, chuckles a little and asks me if I will make him a plate.
"Sure why?"
"Coz I can't go in there like this" he says looking south.
I laugh but then cut it short…
"You took a shower today right?"
"MMMMMhmmmm. Why?"
"coz since you did" I say kissing his cheek "I will take care of that for you after dinner"
"Whaaaat?" he says after me as I walk away.
This is going to be fun.
Daryl POV
I can't eat.
And I can always eat! But I am so distracted that it takes real effort to finish my plate.
What does she have in mind? Should I go take another shower? Should I look for candles?
Knock knock knock
I stop mid chew and look towards the door.
It's Deanna, reminding us about the party that is tomorrow.
The last time I was at a party my mother was still alive and I was seven. There was balloons and cake, I have no idea how to do parties.
Carol puts on her best excited face, probably because she is more excited about stealing guns than
drinking beer and eating cookies.
After dinner we all sit around and try to think of things to do, a few play cards, some put in a DVD to watch on the TV. And then there are books to read. I still don't know what to do with myself, and it all seems very odd to not be exhausted at the end of the day.
Amber comes and sits next to me at the table and echoes my thoughts
"Feels weird to not be tired at the end of the day doesn't it?"
"Yeah, not sure what ta do with myself"
"I went by the library today and picked out some books. Do you want one?"
"Nah, hard fer me ta focus on one story that long."
"hold on a sec" she says jumping up and going over to the bookshelf, pulling out a large black bound book
"Someone here was a lover of the classics" she turns the book over to me and I read the words Complete works by Edgar Allen Poe
"Its mostly poetry and short stories. But it's not fluffy stuff, it's very thoughtful stuff. I think you will like it."
"Hmmmm…. I'll give it a try" a tell her.
I would never have thought of myself as a "thoughtful" kind of person. And I don't think before Amber anyone else would have either, not even Rick. But as I read over the words in the large book, and they do make me wonder and think, I feel humbled and honored by Amber's confidence in me.
This isn't the kind of book that she would hand just anybody. Again she seems to have a level of confidence in me that I don't understand. A depth of understanding that amazes me.
Of all the books in the shelf she knew, without a doubt that this would be the one that I would enjoy reading.
I'm not a fast reader, but I don't this these are the kind of writing that a person could read fast. I have just finished reading "the tell-tale heat" when the others start to turn in.
Bedrolls are rolled out on the floor, pillows fluffed and limbs stretched. Amber comes back over to me and rubs her hand across my shoulder, I heard her coming, so I didn't flinch this time. And I am a little proud of myself for that.
"The Tell-Tale Heart? It's a classic, did you like it?"
"yeah… its different"
"I thought you might like it, I would never give you something common to read. You are too smart for that. Poe is one of my favorite authors."
"Whats your favorite of his?" I ask her, eager to know more about her. But then that was beginning to be a normal desire. MORE… always wanting to know more, see more, have more… of her.
"Ligeia"
"I'll read that one next" I tell her and a broad smile spreads across her face, causing a smaller one to come to my face.
"Tomorrow. Let's go to bed"
We bed down, and I can't help but think about what Amber said earlier, it makes it too warm to sleep. Especially with her laying next to me. She pulls me closer, and I have to remind myself to calm down. After an hour or so I begin to think that she has forgot, or was playing with me, or meant to do something about it another day, when I feel her press her lips to my neck and whisper;
"don't make a sound" as her hand trailed down my stomach and starts to unbuckle my belt.
I seriously CANNOT breath. And I swear I can feel every tooth in my zipper snap apart from the other.
Her hand is burrowing under my boxers and…
SHIT….her tiny hands felt fuckin amazing
I focus my everything on making my breathing steady. Which is really difficult since she is stroking me at the perfect pace, and nipping at my jugular.
Then my Adams apple, collarbone. And then the skin that she exposes as she unfastened each button. Lower, lower, belly button, lower…lowers…holy shit!
"Hey hey hey" I prattle off quickly pulling her back up to me
"What? Do you not want to?" she says with a very confused look on her face.
"No, I do. It's just…I've never"
Jesus I sounds like an idiot. And all I can do run my hands over my face.
"Has a girl…never" she asks
"No…well I mean, they have offered. They offered but… I just wanted to get it done and get them to leave. So I always said no."
"awwwwww….I'm gonna pop your blowjob cherry Dixon. I'll be gentle"
"Shuddup. I'm just not sure if I can be quiet"
That was a new one for me…having a hard time being quiet.
"Zip up and get up Dixon" she orders and begins to tiptoe over the sleeping bodies. I follow her, my head fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.
She sneaks down the hallways in and into one of the eight empty bedrooms.
With the door closed quietly behind us, she fucking attacks me!
And it's awesome.
There are tongues, hands, teeth and hair and I am completely lost in trying to trace every line of her body with my fingers, then she pushes me flat on my back on the bed. And then I am reminded of what I said about her before.
Huntress.
And when I look down the landscape of my torso I am met with Amber's darkened almond eyes staring back at me, I know I am walking willingly into the trap.
"God dammit" I groan letting my head fall back on the mattress
"Shirt off Dixon"
I hesitate, she recognizes it, and I see her eyes soften in the split second before she comes back up to kiss me softly. She's seen all my scars, even the ones that don't show on my skin.
So I take my shirt off and I swear I see her eyes dilate, as I lean up to embed my fingers in her hair and sink my teeth into her neck.
She moans loudly and giggles
"No no no…I control this ride." She says and goes in for the kill.
Somehow I ended up buck ass naked, and she was still fully clothed, I was about to say something about this not being fair when I felt her tongue slide up the underside of my cock. And then I lose all coherent thought.
So fuckin good, so warm, so wet
"Oh my god!" I growl
"mmmmmm" she hums and I my eyes that were screwed shut fly open.
"Fuck!"
I push my fingers into her hair…but she slaps my hand away, and I end up balling the sheets in my fist like a little bitch.
And I just don't even care!
I care even less when she uses a free hand to rake her nails up my body ghost across my neck.
Because right at that second she speeds up and presses the head of my dick to the back of her throat, grabs my balls and I start hearing these noises that I know are coming from me, but, I don't know how I am making them since I can't possibly be making noises since there is no oxygen in the room.
I see little black dots behind my eyes, there is a twitching in the small of my back and a throbbing in my head when my orgasm hits and the top half of me lurches off the bed.
"Ohhhhhh ohhhhh ohhhh fuuuuuuucccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk Amber"
I land back on the bed after the sensation subsides and before the aftershocks set in.
All my thoughts are mush as Amber crawls up next to me and out of the corner of my eye I see her wipe her mouth with her hand. Setting off an aftershock that I don't have the energy to try to hide.
She places her nose in the crook of my neck, and gives a quick kiss to my ear.
"That was amazing" I tell her as I catch my breath.
"It was my pleasure"
I'm fighting the sleep that is clouding my vision after such a mind altering orgasm, when I think I really should do something in return for her.
I turn on my side to see her clearer, but she is already asleep. So I pull her in closer, wrapping myself around her like a true lover would…does.
I kiss her hair as the sleep wins out, and we sleep there until just before dawn.
Amber POV
I am awake before Daryl for a change, it's still dark out even, but I make sure not to move, knowing that will wake him up. And I like the look of him when he is sleeping.
Daryl always looks anxious while he is awake, and I think that is probably because he always is anxious about something or another.
I am pretty sure if things were how they used to be, he would have been diagnosed as ADHD or something. So tense…
But after last night I can see some of the tension has faded from his face.
Fellatio will do that to a man….especial a man who has never had it before. I always have loved the power rush I get when giving a man that type of pleasure. And that this was Daryl made it even more intoxicating of a high.
This man, laying in bed with me, was my home now. If anything happens to him…I am pretty sure I would lose it.
It's slightly frightening how attached I am to him already, and we haven't even had sex yet.
Which gives me second thought about Carol's plan for tonight.
If here is where there is a "Daryl and I"… and this plan went south…would that all be over?
Would we be fucking it all up?
It's as cliché as it comes, but I really did just want to stay in that bed forever, and let the world continue as it was outside.
I know it's not an option. But that doesn't make me want it any less.
I shake Daryl awake, as he mentioned something earlier about going out to hunt today.
"Wake up. Its hunting time"
"MMMMMrrrrg."
"Sorry I don't speak grumble"
he says nothing as he gets out of bed while I continue to laze in it.
He stands up, pulls up his newly washed jeans, and I just watch the show of him shirtless shamelessly.
"See somethin' ya like?" he asks me with that same grin that turns me, and my panties, into a puddle.
"Perhaps" I toy with him.
He calls my bluff and takes one stride back to the bed where I am laying, still clothed and places his large hand on my ankle.
Thank god I wore my dress to bed
I think to myself as he drags his hand up my shin, across my knee and up my thigh, Where he grabs a handful of flesh.
I had been watching him, propped up with my elbows behind me, but when he comes to my apex, finds me uncovered and groans out.
"mmmmm…no panties. Dirty girl" as he slips two thick fingers inside me…I don't have the power to hold my head up anymore, and I let it fall back.
"Yessss" I hiss out with my eyes still closed.
Without stopping the rhythm of his hand he crawls back on the bed, pushes my dress up to my waist and settles himself between my thighs.
Then as he takes the first swipe across my clit with the flat of his tongue, he curls his fingers into a "come hither" gestures and runs them along my core at the perfect angle to cause me to buck up into his mouth.
"Oh my god" I breathe out as I hear the sounds of him feasting on me.
"You taste so good" he breaks just long enough to tell me then darts his tongue back across my sensitive bundle of nerves.
He switches from hard, tight passes to long, languid drags of his tongue and I have no room in my mind for any other thought besides what's going on right now, when he ups the ante and begins to suck on my nub, hands wrapped around my thighs to hold me in place.
I lose all sense of self at that point, clench on to his shaggy brown hair and begin to ride his face.
Half sitting up, hands locked onto his head, I roll my hips over and over again against the scruff of his face.
My eyes seem glued shut but my mouth is working.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Oh Daryl, don't you fucking stop"
He pulls a trick of mine and growls into my folds as he presses me harder to his mouth and ramps up the speed of his tongue and fingers.
When I feel the deep, hot pooling feeling low in my belly, the tingling in my fingers from gripping his hair so hard, I open my eyes.
To see hooded blue eyes locked onto me, from under his brown tresses, from between my thighs, and I lose it.
I thrust my hips against Daryl harder as I cum with a barely strangled
"Fuuuck yesss"
I don't even know how long I lay there, trying to catch my breath sky out When I finally do catch it, the sky outside is just beginning to lighten.
Daryl has made his way up on the best to lay next to me, I notice his pants are off again and he looks even sleepier than I do.
"That was incredible" I tell him removing my severely wrinkled dress and tossing it aside. It seems silly to lay in bed with a naked Daryl Dixon and still have clothes on myself.
"Was incredible watching you. Damned sexiest thing I ever seen." He tells me as he idly strokes a strand of my hair.
"Yeah, I think I was kinda loud"
"s'ok. I liked it. Hearing ya, feeling ya" he says as he gives me a subtle squeeze.
"I'm so lucky you found me that day. I can't imagine life without you now" it's cheesy, but then…isn't most after sex talk?
"For me too" he rumbles
With the warm, contented feeling of those wards flowing through me, I fall asleep.
I swear I have only been asleep for five minutes when the door opens, causing Daryl and I both to scramble.
"Oh shit… sorry. I... we… were just looking for you two." Noah stammers looking all sorts of embarrassed. "I'll tell Rick you're both safe." He offers as he backs out of the room and sprints away.
I want to die of mortification and Daryl just chews his lip and moves to get dressed.
We both come out a few moments later, redressed and trying our best to look nonchalant, Daryl manages it, mainly because he just grabs an apple and heads straight out of the house without looking at anyone.
"So" says Carl in a light matter of fact tone "Want some help moving yours and Daryl's stuff into that room?" and grins knowingly.
Fuck it I think… they all know anyway. And it's not like it was a big secret before either.
"Sure" I say and go to grab my pack. Carl follows and Abraham belly laughs from the room as I leave it.
Part of me wants to murder Daryl for making me do this alone. And sure, I could have gone in to Aaron's house for dinner with him. But I had promised to help keep everyone distracted while Carol slipped out. And since nearly everyone associated me with Daryl and vice versa, one of us had to go.
Everything about this place wasn't Daryl, and he had been trying too hard to assimilate here, even though he and I and everyone else knew that there was no way he was ever going to be "suburban". Not in the world that was, and not in this one either.
So when he asked me;
"You sure?" when I said I would go to the party.
"Yeah" I answered "You have been working so hard, and I know it's been hard on you. So I will do the heavy lifting tonight. I will mingle, you try to relax."
It was the right thing to do. Everything here wore on Daryl more than the world outside the walls wore on most other people. And a party would be absolute torture for him. I could spare hi that, and still make an appearance.
If anyone asked where he was… I could tell them the truth and give it a softer spin than saying Daryl would rather fight off ten walkers on his own than be forced to chit chat.
"How do you like the party?" Lucas asks when he finds me.
"I would say it's the best one I have been to in about….hmmmm Two years." I joke
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Ummmm sure. What is there?"
"Pretty much anything, we cleared out at least five liquor stores last month." He smiles
"Rum and coke then"
"be right back"
The front door opens behind me and Olivia walks in, and I immediately look to Carol.
She stretches out her fingers by her side….clenches her fist, and then stretches them out again.
Ten minutes, I need to keep the door closed and everyone inside, away from her for ten minutes.
I see Rick nod as well and move to where he has an eye line on the back door.
Then a drink is thrust into my hand.
"Thanks."
"So no Daryl tonight?" Lucas asks
"No, Aaron invited him over for dinner. Daryl does better in smaller groups"
"ohhhhhh" he says with a tone that I am not sure whether it means he things Daryl is gay, which my lady bits know for certain isn't true, or if he thinks that makes sense.
"He isn't the most social person I have ever met" he says taking a sip of his drink
"None of us are. I think part of that is that we have been through so much together that we don't really NEED to talk to understand each other. Like Family"
"Yeah, I guess a lot of us in here still keep to ourselves. So things like this are a big deal"
"Well it is a big deal. Maybe even more so now than it was before" I answer him.
"Do you like it here so far"
"I do! It's the first time I have felt completely safe in two years. And I feel like my friends are safe here too. And that's what matters most to me. Getting to teach again is nice too"
"I enjoy learning from you" he tells me and blushes
"well you seem to be a good learner" I tell him.
Its then I see Olivia walking back towards the door. It's only been five minutes and I need to stall anyone and especially her from leaving.
"OLIVIA!" I shout and wave her over before her hand can reach the doorknob.
"Hey" she says cheerfully
"Lucas and I were just talking about herbs. And I thought, since you like to sure meats, is there any herbs you would like me to look for next time I am outside the wall?"
"hmmmmm, I can always use more honey. Even if that isn't an herb"
"We should see about keeping bees" Lucas suggests
"I'm allergic." She says.
There is a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Carol holding up a tray
"Cookie?" she asks me… and it takes all I have not to laugh…. So I just smile.
"Thank you" I say grabbing a chocolate one.
"No Daryl tonight?" Olivia asks
I smile knowing full well that he has caught her eye. I've seen her glance linger on him more than once, but then, who can blame her.
"He isn't into parties" Lucas answers her
"Not a man of many words that one" she jokes
"No he isn't" I tell her "But once you get to know Daryl, you hear a lot more of what he means in his few words"
"I can see that" she says
Judith starts to cry and I take the opportunity to extract myself.
No sooner do I have her quieted than Jessie comes up and asks to hold her.
"So you seem to be settling in here" she says
"Yeah, it's easier for some of us than others"
"I am sure that's true"
"Everyone here seems happy to have us. Some more than others… but everyone none the less"
"Yes… I guess that's true"
"I am just hoping that none of us make any trouble for you all. Having a bunch of ruff people come in from outside might be a little too exciting for this place at first" I say and fake laugh "But you seem to be adjusting to Rick…and the rest of us well. So I am sure all the other families will too."
I feel like a damned "mean girl" but I also feel like it needs to be said. And I think she gets my point. I am hoping if she gets it, she can stop Rick… before it gets too far.
Although my speech about not causing trouble is kind of blown to hell later in the night when Sasha goes ape shit on some poor woman.
Fuck me
I think…this is all falling apart faster than we can pull it together.
I spend another hour after that being extra nice to everyone, laughing, joking, mingling until my face hurts and I can't take it anymore.
I try slipping out unnoticed, but Lucas is by the door as I pass.
"Want me to walk you home?"
"Ummm" FUCK…Be nice, not suspicious "Sure!" I smile.
I walk quickly back to the house, when we pass Aaron and Eric's house Daryl is on the porch having a smoke while they sip wine.
When he sees us he stubs out his cigarette with his boot, tells them goodnight and descends the steps quickly.
"I got 'er from here man" he tells Lucas pointedly as he takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers.
"Oh ok" Lucas concedes
"Night" I tell him as Daryl and I walk back towards the house.
I can't even walk with how turned on I am right now. Watching Daryl be possessive has me speed walking back to the house. And by the tight grip he has on my fingers… I think it has him riled up to.
We get to the house and have barely closed the door, when Daryl turns and assaults my senses with his mouth on mine and his hands in so many places that I am breathless.
We break apart to breathe for a moment. And looking intently at me, his eyes filled with so many emotions. He says two words to me;
"You're mine"
The vibrations of his voice make me gasp and I nod my head, swallow hard and exhale one word
"Yes"
