A/N: Don't get used to two chapters in one day. This was a rarity.
A/N #2: Again jumping just a little, probably about two weeks after they got to the prison. Maggie's about 7 months along. I know my timeline is wonky. I have not seen any of the 3rd season so I will be a little off.
Maggie fidgeted with the paring knife, cutting up the vegetables for the stew that she, Beth, and Carol were putting together for dinner. Daryl waltzed in, carrying freshly cleaned meat of some form. Looked like squirrels and a rabbit or two if Maggie could judge. Giving her a small nod, he grabbed a large prep pan from one of the shelves behind Carol and plopped the carcasses in the container. He slid it on the table opposite where they were working.
"Thanks," Carol said softly, a gentle smile in his direction as he headed to the sink to wash his hands. After he was done, Maggie caught his eye and he gave her a small smile before leaving the room.
"Is it ok if I head out for a minute?" Maggie asked Carol. "I need some air."
The older woman smiled knowingly. "]Yeah sure hon. We've got this."
Maggie quickly headed out of the kitchen and strode as quickly as her legs would carry her to catch up with the hunter. He was almost to the other cellblock when she finally found him.
"You've been avoiding me."
Daryl looked back at Maggie as she walked toward him, purposely. "Whut?" He wasn't avoiding her. "Whut are ya goin' on about, girl?" he tried to sound angry but the fierce look on her face made him scramble backwards, trying to get out of her way.
Maggie walked toward him until he backed into the wall, in the far corner of the cell block. Daryl watched her green eyes and he knew that look. He had seen it all those months ago, those eyes pleading with him to do dirty dirty things to her. He was hard before she even pressed herself against him. Fuckin' traitor of a body, he thought to himself. "We aint-"
She didn't listen, and pulled his head down, her mouth on his hard.
No, no, no, no! He wasn't supposed to react. He was not supposed to be kissing her back. He sure as hell was not supposed to be pushing his tongue into her mouth, gliding over her tongue, nor was his fist supposed to be knotted in her hair.
With a harsh breath, he pulled away from her. He opened his mouth to tell her this was stupid. She was with Glenn and this wasn't happening. No matter what they had done in the past, no matter who's baby was in her belly, this was the worse thing they could do.
Instead his eyes lingered on her perfect lips, puckered, and slightly swollen, and wet, probably by his own doing. And Jesus if that didn't just take the cake.
Don't look at her eyes you mother fucker. Don't do it.
And he did. Their eyes met. And he was reaching for her, pulling her closer to him, as close as they could get with her swollen belly in the way. No not in the way, he corrected himself. It was an part of her, and was an incredibly sexy thing. He had found himself thinking of it on many nights in his bed, and while on watch letting his brain wander, and when he watched her do anything. That belly of hers was hot as hell, and was all his doing. His hips hitched forward, his erection brushing against her belly, making them both groan.
One hand stayed fisted in her hair at the base of her neck. The other spread across the hard warm side of her stomach as he plundered her mouth. She was sure it was mostly the hormones talking, but the feel of his hand sliding over her skin flooded her undies. Or would have flooded her panties if she was wearing any.
Maggie clawed at the bottom of his shirt, and yanked it open, buttons popping loose, buttons he couldn't afford to lose, but she didn't care. His ass could find new buttons or a new shirt next time he went on a run. She didn't care right now. She needed to feel his skin. She needed to feel his warmth against her. It had been far too long since she had been touched and her body felt like it was going to explode.
Daryl groaned into her mouth as he felt her fingers move up his chest, sliding the shirt off his shoulders. He did not want to move his hands, they were perfectly happy right where they were. With a huff of annoyance, he slung the shirt off his arms to the floor.
His fingers found their way under the shirt, his shirt, that she was wearing. None of Glenn's were big enough, so she had started wearing one of his to cover herself and keep warm in the cold prison. The only one left with sleeves. Watching her walk around in his shirt did not help the hotness factor at all.
Carefully he began unbuttoning the buttons, while Maggie whined impatiently in his mouth. "You just ruined one shirt," he gasped. "You wanna ruin boff shirts i got left?" Her response was hard bite on his collarbone where his shoulder met his neck. "Fuck me, you ain't playing fair," he groaned, his fingers seconds away from pulling the shirt apart, as she sucked his injured skin, running her tongue over it.
Finally he had the front of the shirt open and allowed his eyes to roam over her. Her breasts strained in a sports bra, her nipples hard and pressing through the material of the white bra. And the swell of her stomach... Daryl stepped forward, his hands both going to her stomach. He couldn't help himself, he had to touch her.
It made Maggie self-conscious the amount of attention he was giving her ever-expanding form. Glenn would hardly look at her belly, much less touch it. And here Daryl was practically worshipping that part of her. She forced herself to relax at his touch, her arm around his neck, as she reached up to kiss him again. "You are sexy as fuck," he muttered against her mouth, reading her mind.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah," he groaned out. Taking one of her hands, he guided it over the prominent lump in his pants. "Sexy as sin, babydoll." Maggie smiled, and placed small playful kisses against his lips.
He ran his hands over her hips and up her waist. His fingers ghosted over her prominent ribs. "Damnit. Why ain't you eating more?" he groused against her skin.
"Only so much to go around," she shrugged it off.
Daryl pulled back and looked her in the eye. "Don't mean you need ta to be suffering."
"I get my share." She didn't want to talk about this right now. She wanted to get back to what they had started.
His hands ran up the back of her shirt, making her arch into his chest. "You'll get mine too. 'N Glenn's too after I kick his ass."
Maggie huffed and pulled away from him. "Can we not talk about Glenn right now?"
"Well he ain't taking care of any of my girl's needs."
My girl. His girl. Lord if that phrase hit Maggie's brain and tumble-down through her body, fanning the fire already running through her veins. Glenn was a great man, and more than she could ever ask for in a partner, but something about Daryl claiming her as his made her whimper. Cupping her hand on his cheek, and meeting his eyes, Maggie leaned in and kissed him, hard, as their eyes still stayed connected.
Daryl thought he heard a clearing of a throat, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from Maggie to see. It was when the not-so-subtle coughing fit echoed off the walls around them that he looked over his shoulder, finding Rick standing not 10 feet away, and looked uncomfortable as hell. Reaching up before he turned, Daryl held Maggie's shirt close in his fist, his hand sitting in the soft valley between her breasts and stomach.
Rick cleared his throat, and tried like hell to not look at Daryl's hand nor at Maggie wiping the back side of her hand against her mouth, a blush creeping up from the collar of her shirt. "You..." Rick rubbed the back of his neck. "I could hear you outside," he informed them in a disapproving, but yet indifferent tone. " And its none of my business, not even a little, but thought you would want to know Glenn is coming off watch in 10."
Daryl just nodded his thanks as Rick walked away. He turned back to Maggie as she tugged her shirt loose from his hand, buttoning it up. "Fuck," Daryl said succinctly.
"Not hardly," Maggie said grumpily.
"What ta hell was that all about?" he asked, reaching to pluck his shirt off the floor.
"I'm horny," she said.
"No no. I got that." He cupped himself through his jeans. "Babydoll, I figured that one right out on my own." He leaned over as if he was going to kiss her, a smile playing on his lips. As she leaned in, he groaned and stepped back. Instead he moved his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest after pulling his shirt on. "Why do you think I'm avoiding your ass?"
Maggie bit her bottom lip as she got to the last button. She smoothed her hands over the shirt and looked up at him. She realized she should be having this conversation with someone else too. "You don't talk to me any more. You haven't really talked to me since we all got separated after the farm got hit."
Daryl swallowed hard, trying to school his voice from betraying him. He had not been avoiding Maggie on purpose, that was not a lie. But he didn't seek her out either. He realized how much he cared for her, and for his baby when they all got separated, and it had scared him. What scared him more was his little declaration to her, in front of Glenn and Carol of all fucking people. For someone who was trying like hell to keep a level head in all this, he was doing a shitty job. And he knew he needed to keep his distance, for everyone's sake.
"Been busy keeping the group safe and fed, remember? Rick needs someone to help him out. I don't see Glenn stepping up." He groaned inwardly and turned his head, his eyes closed. He regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth. He was surprised he didn't have athlete's foot of the tongue by now.
"He steps up as much as the rest of you."
"Clearly he's doing a hella job taking care of you," Daryl all but roared at her, his eyes turning to meet hers. "He's doing a bang up job there."
"No one else is bothering to worry about me," she fumed. and Daryl knew exactly who she was referring to when she said "No one."
"It's not my fuckin' place, and you fuckin' know it.". He wanted it to be his place, it killed him it wasn't. And that was one of the other reasons he had put so much space between them. "Maybe you should be telling Glenn this shit instead of laying a guilt trip on me."
Anger flashed in her eyes. Her mouth opened to say something, anything to make him think what he said was wrong, when actually it was the truth. Glenn was trying, but the strain of this whole thing was wearing on them all. Daryl wasn't the only one avoiding Maggie. Only difference was Daryl didn't share a bed with her.
Blinking back tears, Maggie turned on her heel and stalked off, leaving Daryl gritting his teeth in the corner wondering how the hell he was going to fix this one.