Daryl

I woke up to the sound of a door closin'. I blinked my eyes a couple a times and rubbed 'em. I looked at the clock in the corner of the room. It showed it was 12:38 pm. I stretched and swung my legs over the edge of the cot that I shared with Venice last night. And what a night it was. I smirked as I thought of how she moaned under me. I found my jeans and pulled them on. I heard the toilet flush and the shower start running. I walked to the door and knocked.

"Come in." Her voice, like an angel's, rang in my ears. I opened the door and closed it behind me after entering the steam-filled bathroom. It was difficult to see through the steam but what I could see was the outline of her body in the shower stall. I took a piss and let my jeans fall off. I stepped in the stall behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as I whispered in her ear.

"Good morning, angel. How did you sleep?" She turned in my arms and rested her arms around my neck.

"I had a nightmare about this place. It was pretty bad." She laid her head on my chest and took a deep breath as she relaxed. The warm water melted away the tension in her shoulders as I held her. I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her head so that I could kiss her. The kiss was short but sweet. Her lips were soft as rose petals and she smelled like soap.

Venice

After Daryl and I finished showering we walked down to the cafeteria area. Everyone else was there and watched us as we walked in. My cheeks flushed pink and I rushed to sit down and fill my plate with food. Daryl sat next to me and did the same with his plate. We were both famished from all our "hard work".

"Good morning sleeping beauty," T-Dog said as he put more eggs on the plate that was almost empty of them.

"Morning," I replied as I shoveled eggs into my mouth. Everyone was still watching Daryl and I. Including Shane, who looked pissed. "Take a damn picture will ya?" I asked everyone angrily. They all looked shocked and then looked back to their own plates.

"Hey, can I talk to ya for a minute, Venice?" Shane asked. I nodded and followed him into the rec room.

"What'd you wanna talk about?" I asked. Shane's face seemed to get angrier by the second.

"Daryl isn't someone you wanna associate yourself with. He's an ingrate, redneck fucker. He is bad news."

"Shane, don't bother. I'll do what I want. Maybe you should stick to worrying about Lori and who she associates herself with." That sure put a dent in his ego. He grabbed my left forearm very tightly and used it to slam my back into the bookshelf. "Let go now, before you regret it, Deputy Walsh."

"What're you gonna do about it if I don't girl?" He was in my face and my fuse was about to hit the dynamite, until I heard a voice at the door.

"Let go of her arm, Walsh." The deep growl was Daryl. Both Shane and I looked toward the door. While I smiled at Daryl, Shane's face reddened even more as it drew into a frown. He still kept a tight hold on my arm. Daryl took two steps into the room and told Shane to let go once more. Shane dropped my arm and got in Daryl's face.

"What are you gonna do about it redneck?" It only took a split second for Daryl to ground Shane with one punch square in the jaw. I was impressed.

Daryl

I ate my breakfast as Shane asked Venice to talk with him. I wanted t tell her not to go, but knew this would result in her going anyways. So, I stayed quiet. I listened carefully for any sign of something going wrong. It was then that I heard a thump and Venice's voice get deadly, but the words were incoherent. I walked out of the dining area and found the in the rec room. Shane was holding Venice's arm and hard her pushed against the bookshelf. Rage boiled beneath my skin. Only I was allowed to touch her. She was mine.

"Let go of her arm, Walsh." Venice looked at me and smiled. If I weren't so pissed at Walsh I'd have smiled back. I stepped closer to them. Let go of her arm. Now." The rage boiled hotter and I could feel my muscles coiling, getting ready to strike at a moments notice. Shane let go, but made the mistake of getting in my face.

"What are you gonna do about it redneck?" Images of my childhood flashed in my mind. Getting bullied for being a redneck. Before I could stop myself I had punched him straight in the face. I spat on him and grabbed Venice's hand and dragged her outta the rec room and to our bedroom.

"You shouldn't 'a gone with 'im," I growled into her neck as I kissed it and nipped at her flesh. I had her arms pinned against the door and her body was flush with mine.

"I figured I'd give him a chance to explain why he was so pissed when we walked in." She moaned when I roughly palmed her perky tits.

"I don't want anyone but me touchin' you." I wasn't askin'. She was mine.

"I ain't property, Daryl." She was instantly turned off by this. Fuck. I shoulda figured she wouldn't want to be mine anyways.

"Not sayin' you are doll. You're mine to touch, to please, to tease." I nipped at her neck again.

"Rhyming now are we?" she asked cheekily.