I don't own the walking dead. Hope someone is reading and enjoying the story. It's about to get good. :)
He gently and timidly kissed her lips, lifting a hand to her check, brushing hair away from her face. He was expecting a slap in the face when he pulled away, but what he got back was nothing he could ever imagine. He pulled away slowly, but she wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him back. She kissed his lips as well and she didn't want to stop. He moved his hand up and down her back giving her shivers and she ran her fingers through his hair which made his heart beat faster. They suddenly didn't care where they were or what was happening around them Daryl took the opportunity to show her just how much he really cared.
He leaned forward laying her down on the soft wet grass. He rolled on top of her rushing his hand all over. Their kisses went from soft lip touching to his tongue sneaking its way into her mouth and hers into his. Their hips meet each other and fit together perfectly. He stretched out her arms and slid his mouth along her neck as she hummed out softly. He ran his hands under shirt pulling it over her head. She reached over his muscular back, reaching to pull off his shirt. His lips kissed her skin softly and she didn't want him to stop ever.
Her hands wandered his body as well. She felt every muscle she didn't know he had. His stomach was so strong and fine. She wrapped them back around his arched back and when his hands reached down to her pants she grabbed his hands and he looked at her. She just smiled.
"Live today because we could die tomorrow." he said softly into her ear which made her toes curl and bit her lip.
"Good a day as any." She said letting go of his hands.
That night they finally submitted to their feelings and desires. It was like they were teenagers again and they could careless what the world was like and how bad it was getting. That night when the two finally clashed together they both felt something no one could even feel again in this new world; hope and love.
Once the sounds of their love-making grew quiet they fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms and dreamed happy dreams. When the sun rose in the morning and Susan's eyes opened she wasn't alone this time. He was still fast asleep and again he looked peaceful.
All was quiet until they both were shaken awake by a loud scream. They both jumped up and looked around. They saw nothing. Their clothes had already found their way back on in the middle of the night. The only thing that was missing was Daryl's shirt. He rushed to it and pulled it over his head and started running after Susan who had already ran toward the scream. When they both stumbled into the cell block what they saw shocked them. Beth was still screaming and shaking. Hershal and Carl were trying to keep her calm. It wasn't working. Then a shot rang out and Rick stepped out of a cell with blood splattered on his shirt. He looked angry and sad. He looked up at her and his face showed more sadness.
No one said anything until Susan broke the silence. "What happened?" She asked.
"Look for your self." Rick said moving out-of-the-way and letting Susan looked at Rick and then walked closer to the cell. The first thing she saw was the blood sprayed everywhere then what she saw next made her gasp and cover her mouth in horror. She suddenly couldn't breathe and lost her footing. She fell against the side of the wall and just stared at the two bodies that were once her friends. "Antony…Tex.." She whispered walking in and breathing rapidly. "Oh no." She said backing away from the half devoured Tex and the turned Anthony.
"You brought in an infected kid!" Beth seemed to call out. Susan looked up and glared at her.
She walked back in and when she noticed the small pill bottle tucked carelessly under Anthony's pillow she grabbed it and walked back out. "No, but I did kill him." She said throwing the bottle to the ground and everyone gasped when they saw the empty bottle. She looked up at Rick. He said nothing and neither did she. They just looked at each other. It was ironic that the baby started crying. Carol was holding her and tried to hush her.
Susan shook her head and looked over at Carol. She had never seen the baby, but didn't want to see it either. No one said anything and Susan walked back into the cell and sat down. She looked at the half devoured body and the walker that used to be a sweet quiet 15-year-old. Then looked over at Tex. There was no way he wouldn't fight back, but she didn't see any signs. She assumed he didn't see it coming or he didn't do anything about it.
She guessed he was tired and wanted to protect everyone else.
She then had enough of all this sorrow and pain. She got up walked over to the cell her things were in and pulled it all into a bag. She packed it tight and shoved her knife in her pocket. People around her made small talk and she ignored the looks. She swung the bag over her shoulder and walked back to Rick. He hadn't moved, neither did Daryl. Rick looked sad and Daryl looked confused.
She didn't know what to say but she found some words. "Thanks…" She paused. "For your kindness." She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
"Susan… look…" Rick begun.
She lifted her hand up to stop his voice. "Don't." Is all she said.
She turned to find Daryl standing in the way. She almost ran into him. She looked up at him and her words became silent. She just looked back down and walked around him. He tried to stop her, but he couldn't say anything. He really wanted to, but nothing.
They all watched her leave. Once she walked out of the prison she begun to run. She had to leave and get away from those people. The only problem was she had started to care for some of them… especially Daryl. There was that and she wouldn't get far before she would run into trouble.
"We have to go after her!" Daryl shouted and shocked everyone. Daryl had never cared for anyone or anything except for financing Sophia. When she died he had shut off from the group and only connected with Rick and Carol at times. He looked generally concerned for her and he pleaded with Rick. "We cant let her go by her self. She'll get herself killed." he said.
"Daryl, if you want her back go get her." He said about to walk away.
"Dad!" Carl yelled out to him. Rick looked over at him. Carl hadn't said much since his mother died. "Susan was useful and saved mine and Carols life more then once!" He shouted at his father attracting everyone's attention. "We will go after her." He said.
"I agree…" Carol and Hershal said. Rick looked over at them.
"Yeah.. I know…" Rick finally agreed. "Alright. Daryl, Oscar let's go." Rick said and the two grabbed every weapon they could find.
"I want to go to." Carl said. "She saved my life and I wanna help." He said. Rick looked down at his twelve-year-old. Carl had really grown with in the year and sometimes Rick forgot about how different his childhood was compared to his. He sighed. "Alright." He said and the four left.
She had only been gone for a few hours and already she was tired and scared. Susan didn't scare easily but she had the feeling someone was following her for the past mile or so. She looked over her shoulder with every step. She hadn't come across any walkers but she still felt like there was something out there stalking her. When the sun was beginning to set she found a tree and climbed it. It was difficult her wounds weren't completely healed yet and she could feel the stitches tear. She sucked the pain in and moved up the tree and fell asleep on a fork in the branches.
She was awaken by birds of all things. They were screaming at each other. Before she climbed down she kept a look out for anything and she saw nothing. She climbed down and then was taken off guard but a dirty hand around her mouth. She tried to move but the man had a tight grip. " Easy girly." his scruffy redneck voice said in her ear. " Don't want any trouble now." He said pushing her up against a tree. He turned her around and when she looked up he had a knife in one hand and in the other…well he didn't have another hand.
She looked into his dark brown eyes and lost her breath when she saw who had a knife to her neck. She laughed and smiled in an angry way. He gave her a confused look. "Jesus. Just my luck.. Walkers everywhere and this is what you throw at me." She looked up to the sky mocking God. "Merle Dixon!" She said looking at him and his eyes widened.
"What you say bitch!" She suddenly got angry. "Will you hush. You wanna die?" She said.
"I will talk how I see fit. Now how do you know my name?" he demanded walking closer to her with the knife.
She smirked. Well you tried to break my brother's arm at least twice and shot me." She said and he laughed.
"Little Suzie…" He paused.
"Susan." He corrected him. She hated when people called her that.
"I remember now. My baby bros little whore." He said whispering into her ear. She jerked away and he held her in place. "Easy now. Specking of my light headed bro… you seen him around?" He asked.
She froze. "No. Thought he was dead… Along with your sorry ass." She spat at him.
"Now, now is that anyway to talk to someone who has a knife to your neck?" he said laughing. " Well I bet you would make a great bargaining chip." He said. She looked at him. "People these days like a pretty young thing to keep them company… they get you and I get food, protection, you know the basics." He said.
He lifted his elbow to her neck and pulled out a pair of handcuff and hooked them around her wrists. It was amazing what he could do with just one hand. She swiftly kicked his ankles, making him fall so she began to run away. Luckily Merle wasn't to smart and cuffed her hand in front of her. But he was faster than she thought and he tackled her to the ground. She fought him with all she had, but he had over powered her and lied on top of her. " Isn't this nice?" He said leaning down and stroking her body.
"Get… Off.. Of me!" She yelled.
He just smiled and shook his head. "Bitch." He said getting off and pulling her up. They began to walk with his keeping a knife to her back at all times. They only walked for about an hour before she got that feeling again. Someone was following them. They were to far away to know who or what, but she suddenly felt uneasy.
"Over here." Daryl said following tracks to a large tree and looking up then back down noticing more tracks that were to big for Susan's small feet. "Someone else was here. The leaves are scattered. Looks like a struggle." He said.
"And that means what?" Oscar asked trying to catch his breath.
"She either came across some to help her or the opposite." Daryl said continuing along the trail.
"Its getting dark." Rick stated and Daryl glanced at him. "We should just stay put for a while." He said. "At least till dawn." He said sitting down beside the tree.
Daryl saw no point in arguing because he knew Rick was right. That didn't mean he would sleep well. He sat away from the others. He kept his eyes open as long as he could but, eventually he sercomed to his tiredness. That night his nightmares got to him.
At first he thought he was sleeping, but next he was rushing toward the sound of a women screaming. She wasn't screaming for help she was screaming at someone. He could feel the panic rise in him as he raced closer and closer. He then came to a clearing with a clean river flow. He stopped and walked toward the water and looked into the once clear water that had suddenly turned to blood red. He back up slowly then he hear a familiar voice say "Well baby bro, how the hell did you ever make it this far?" His older brother Merle said, not happy to see him. "I thought you were for sure dead." He mocked Daryl. The brothers looked at each other. Then the scream pierced the silence. Daryl frantically looked around but couldn't move. "What a waste… such a pretty young thing." Merle said and Daryl whipped his head around to see his older brother watching him as the blood dripped from his mouth. "Come on Daryl… What you gonna do baby bro…Daryl!" Merle and Susan's voices intertwined. "Daryl…" One screamed.