Scar Tissue
On the road
Daryl and Sasha drove away from the prison… their home, which would have normally put them both on edge. But, not this time. This time, despite all the ugliness that happened in the last couple of days, they were both looking forward to this. They would get to be alone together. The prospect of this made Daryl as nervous as a drunk at a traffic stop, but still.
He looked over to his side and couldn't believe she was sitting there, willingly. Sasha wanted to be there with him. He'd never had that before. Sure, he'd paid women for sex before, sometimes wishing for just a little companionship (companionship was always extra) because that was the only way he knew. No one ever taught him how to talk to women. No one had ever shown him any real tenderness, so, therefore, he didn't know how to give it. Or receive it for that matter.
He'd been raised to believe that women were there for 'friction' only (be it physical or emotional), and after that bit of business was done, they were of no more use to a man. His father had fucked him up, Daryl was slowly but surely coming to realize, and if that son of a bitch hadn't been dead already, he would have had a lot to answer for.
"Hey, you okay?" Sasha asked him quietly.
When she looked over at him, his face was a dark cloud of anger and what she thought might have been a bit of pain. She hoped he wasn't regretting her being there.
Daryl looked over at Sasha again and remembered how he'd introduced her to his brother Merle after he and his group arrived at the gate. 'She is special to me' he'd told him. He realized as he looked over at her, there was no lie in that statement.
"Yeah," he said as he gifted her with a small smile that, from now on, only Sasha would get the pleasure of seeing on a regular basis.
Smiling always felt foreign to him. It was not a position his face was used to, but it wasn't as 'weird' as it used to be. Not anymore.
"I'm just letting my mind wander to places it shouldn't. Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize for that Daryl," she said trying to reassure him.
She reached over and tentatively rubbed his hand that was on the steering wheel of the RV. When her hand touched his, he clutched at her fingers like he was trying to keep her from getting away. He didn't have to worry though. Sasha was happy right where she was.
"Oh shit! We forgot to get the maps that fucking asshole found!" Sasha said.
She didn't want to think about Oscar at that moment, but she thought they may need those maps.
"I got em," Daryl said, squeezing Sasha's hand a little tighter before reluctantly letting her hand go. He pointed to the huge glove compartment in front of her.
"Take a look in there. There's three of them we can use."
Sasha opened it and there they were. She couldn't understand why this impressed her so much, they were just maps after all, but Daryl seemed to always be on top of things. She giggled at her own turn of phrase thinking of him and her alone on this trip and beamed.
"How do you manage to think of everything? If it had been anyone else, I can almost guarantee you, these would still be back at the prison right now, considering everything that took place between him finding them and us leaving," she said as she pulled the first map out of the cubby hole.
"I don't know. I guess my mind is a little emptier than everyone else's. More room for other shit," he said.
Sasha hated when he said things like that. He always seemed to point out how unintelligent he was to everyone. Almost as if to get it out there before someone discovered it on their own.
"Your mind is not empty Daryl," she said to him firmly, but sweetly.
She didn't want to berate him. She had a feeling he'd gotten enough of that in his lifetime, but she also wanted him to know how she felt. She gently grabbed his hand again, and again, he clutched at her. That was fine with her.
After driving about 20 miles east, Daryl had to pull the RV over. There were cars littering the road and there was no way he'd be able to maneuver their huge vehicle in between all of them without doing it damage. Upon inspection, they discovered that they really only had to move three cars in order to continue on.
"OK," Daryl said looking at Sasha. "I want you to get up on the roof of this thing with your new toy, and cover me while I hook these cars."
Susannah had given Sasha a high powered rifle complete with a long range scope and silencer that she'd stolen from Woodbury.
"You got it," Sasha said, beaming at Daryl.
It always took him by surprise whenever she did that. He'd only recently stopped looking behind him to see exactly who it was she was looking at like that. And dammit, she'd made him smile at her again.
While Sasha pulled the gun out of the small closet, she couldn't help but admire it. It was a beautiful weapon. Daryl watched her for a second or two and shook his head, amused at her fascination with the gun. He opened the hatch in the top of the RV and released the small ladder so she could climb up. Sasha went to the ladder but stopped herself from climbing. She walked over to Daryl, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a small kiss on the lips. She almost floated away when he kissed her back.
"Be careful, but I got you," she whispered to him and climbed up to post herself on the roof.
Daryl watched as she climbed the ladder, holding it for her, though it really wasn't necessary that he do so, and felt his face turn warm. He was looking directly up at her ass and in his mind, there was none better. He knew if she looked down at him she'd see his face on 'full blush' mode. He quickly looked down at his feet and let his hair fall over his face before she could.
"You okay up there?" he asked after she vanished out of the small hole in the RV roof.
"I'm fine," she called back to him, not wanting to be too loud.
She didn't want to draw any attention to them but was utterly confident that if they did get any, she could take care of it.
Daryl stepped out of the RV armed only with his Bowie knife. He hated being without his crossbow, but he needed both hands to hook those cars. "Besides," he thought to himself, "I trust Sasha."
That thought stopped him in his tracks. Did he trust her...with his life? He'd never…
"Hey," Sasha called quietly, interrupting his bewilderment. "You alright?" she asked concerned.
He turned around and looked up at her. The sun was shining behind him, making it easy to see her beautiful face so high up. She was smiling at him but seemed a little concerned.
"I'm fine Lil' Bit," he answered, calling her by the nickname only her brother had ever used before and not even realizing it.
They were both smiling at each other like idiots when Sasha heard leaves rustling to her right. She swung her head around to find one lone walker meandering out of the woods at the side of the road and making his way slowly towards Daryl. She shot it in its ear and it fell without fanfare as if it had just laid down to take a quick nap.
"Thanks," Daryl called out to her quietly.
"I got you," she called back just as quietly.
They both realized that this was not the time to be staring into each other's eyes. They could do that shit later. Daryl hooked the first car to the winch cable that was attached to the front of the RV.
"You gonna be alright up there while I back this thing up?"
"Yeah," she said, never taking her eyes off of their surroundings.
Daryl hurried into the RV and began slowly backing it up, pulling the blocked car out of the way. The process went fast and soon enough, Daryl had the road opened up for their departure. After he was in for the final time after detaching the final car from the winch, Sasha made her way down the ladder and was pleased when she felt Daryl's hands on her waist. Of course, she didn't need his help, she'd been a fireman in her 'other' life but it still felt good to have it.
When she was safe inside the RV, she felt a strange need to be as close to Daryl as he would allow her to be. Sure, she never would have let that walker get within smelling distance to Daryl or any other thing that came their way, but… he was out there with only a knife to protect himself. She knew that if it came down to it, that would probably be all Daryl would need, but while she was up on that roof, something came over her. She liked Daryl, a lot, but what if something ever happened to him? What if she wasn't there one day and he got into some trouble that he couldn't get out of? What if…
She let her perfect new weapon fall to the floor of the RV and launched herself at him. And of course, he caught her.
"Hey, hey, you ok?" Daryl asked the woman in his arms.
"Yeah," she answered, her voice muffled due to the fact her face was practically buried in his neck.
Daryl didn't know what was going on, but he held onto Sasha. She seemed to need it and he would make sure she got everything she needed. He rubbed her back and kissed the side of her face, hoping like hell that was ok. He wasn't used to kissing. (Kissing had always been extra as well) But Sasha turned her face toward his and kissed him back. When she swiped at his lips with her tongue, he was shocked but excited. He slowly opened his mouth and let her tongue touch his. He gingerly pushed his own tongue into her mouth and then moaned out loud when she gently sucked at him. Never had he ever experienced anything or anyone as sweet as Sasha and wondered how he survived his dismal existence all those years previous to not knowing her. He silently prayed that he would never have to be without her again.
He had to pull back though. Their lips and tongues disengaged and Daryl rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes. He needed a minute. He could feel...movement, in the place he thought had been dead for years. He didn't want to scare her or make her think he was some kind of fucking pervert that couldn't even kiss a girl without "the thing" trying its best to make an appearance.
Daryl opened his eyes and realized that their bodies were still touching even if their mouths no longer were. He gently pushed Sasha back so that she was arm's length away from him, turned and walked back to the driver's seat where he sat down - a little uncomfortable thanks to "the thing" - and waited for Sasha to join him in the passenger seat.
Poor Sasha was a bit confused. He'd felt so good up against her. His kiss was so sweet. She could tell he hadn't done that on a regular basis, but it sent chills through her just the same. She wanted more and thought he did too. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly as they kissed, but then, he just stopped.
She watched his back as he went to the front of the RV and was going to call him back, but decided against it. He'd obviously stopped for a reason. She thought it may have been because of what had just happened to her with that fuck Oscar. "Maybe he thinks we need to slow down a little because of that," she thought to herself as she bent over to pick up her weapon and place it back in the small cabinet. If that was the case, she was going to have to convince him that when she was with him, Oscar was the absolute last thing on her mind.
Oscar was also the absolute last thing on Daryl's mind as well.
"Hey boy! Get your little ass in here!" Daryl's fathered bellowed from the living room.
Daryl knew he was yelling at him. Whenever his father wanted Merle, he called his brother by his name. His father never called Daryl by his name though. It was always boy, little shit, hey, or his Dad's favorite, little bitch.
Daryl hid the book his mother had given him under his bed and went to see what he was in trouble for this time.
When he walked into the living room, his dad was standing in the middle of the floor with some tweaked out woman who looked like she hadn't had a bath in weeks. His brother Merle was there, but the look on Merle's face worried Daryl. Merle looked super fucking pissed.
"What?" Daryl asked his dad.
"Today boy, we gonna get that bitch out of you. Today, you gonna become a man!" he said laughing and patted the woman -if you could even call her that- on her non-existent ass.
"He's only ten years old Will," Merle says to his father, barely holding in his fury. He'd always refused to call that man Dad.
His dad ignored Merle and looked over at Daryl who still had no idea what was going on.
"Get yo ass over here boy and say hi to Sparkle."
Daryl laughed at her name and his father slapped the shit out of him, knocking him to the floor.
"Have some respect boy. She's here to do you a great service."
The laughter was effectively knocked out of Daryl, but he still managed to stand up defiantly and state, "I don't need any services from her. Thanks, but naw."
Just looking at this woman made young Daryl want to go get in a hot shower.
"He said he doesn't fucking want to Will. Leave him alone. Why don't you go and enjoy her yourself," Merle says hoping this will help to change his father's mind about what he is about to force Daryl to do.
"Merle, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you!"
Merle immediately stood in front of his father and whispered, "Try it."
Will Dixon looked at his oldest son. Merle was 20 years old now and would not be an easy win. In fact, looking into his son's eyes told him that he may not win at all. Daryl watched his brother and father square off against each other and got so scared. He didn't realize that Merle could have beaten his father to a pulp now. All he knew was that when his dad gets mad, he gets violent and he didn't want Will to hurt Merle.
"It's okay," Daryl whispers.
"What?" his father asked looking over at him.
Daryl ignored his dad and looked at Merle. His big brother looked sick to his stomach.
"It's okay Merle. I'll do it."
"There! You see! You getting all hot under the fucking collar for nothing. The boy wants to do it!"
"Well, I don't care who does what as long as we can get on with it. I got places to be," Sparkle the hooker chimed in.
"Shut the fuck up!" Merle snapped, giving Sparkle the hooker a look that had her trying to shrink back to 'unseen' status.
"You don't have to do this shit…" Merle started.
"It's alright!" Daryl yelled and walked out of the living room.
He started to head to his own room but did not want that woman in his space, so he went into his father's room. It was filthy in there, a fitting place to take a filthy woman. He went in and sat on the bed and waited. He didn't have to wait for long. Sparkle and his father soon followed him. Daryl bristled at his father being in there with him, but he needn't have worried. His father pushed Sparkle in, pulled the door closed and hollered "Have fun!" from the other side of the door, as he trapped his ten-year-old son in a room with a professional prostitute.
Daryl did not have fun, and he has never felt totally clean since.
Daryl shuddered his way out of that horrid memory of his first time having sex just as Sasha was making her way to the seat next to him in the RV.
"You ready?" he asked without looking at her.
"Yeah. Daryl, are you okay?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah," he said shortly and started the RV. They were on their way once again.
Sasha decided she was not going to get mad at Daryl for this sudden attitude he was displaying with her, but she also wasn't going to let him continue on this way either. They were going to be on the road together for seven days and there was no way in hell she was going to endure this trip with Mr. Grumpy-pants over there.
"I'll give him a little time," she said to herself. "I'll give him until we find somewhere to park this thing and camp tonight. If he is still acting an ass, then we are gonna talk, whether he wants to or not."
Sasha settled into the comfortable passenger seat of what was her and Daryl's home for the next seven days and watched the environment pass by her window. After a couple of minutes, she realized that she had to use the bathroom. Thanks to the water tanks being filled up at the prison before they left, -Daryl really had thought of practically everything- Sasha was able to go pee on a toilet while they were out on this run, and not have to squat over a bush while she was simultaneously worried about the bushes under her naked ass, or some walking dead monster walking out of the bushes behind her.
She stood up carefully to move to the back and was pleasantly surprised when Daryl reached for her to keep her from falling over. She could still tell he was in no mood to talk, however, so she bent over and kissed the side of his face and continued on to the bathroom without a word.
After driving for almost two hours, they came upon an abandoned Greyhound Bus Station. To Sasha's surprise, Daryl seemed to light up at this.
"Let's go take a look," he said to her. The first thing he's said since they moved those cars out of the road.
"What do you think we're gonna find here?" she asked him, genuinely curious.
"No food or anything, but maybe…"
He didn't finish his sentence but drove slowly toward the bus hangar. He saw 5 buses lined up.
"We may have hit the jackpot Darlin'," he said smiling slightly.
Sasha looked around trying to see what he was seeing, but all she could make out were buses and walkers.
He saw her confusion and let her in on what he already knew. He shut off the RV's engine and turned towards her.
"Do you remember when Greyhound did that huge upgrade to all of their old ass busses?"
Sasha shook her head. She had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well, they got all new buses, better seats, more room, you could even connect to the interweb on 'em and all that shit."
Sasha giggled a little. Of course, Daryl would call it the "interweb".
"Okay," she said encouraging him to continue since she had no idea where he was going with this.
"Not only did they upgrade their buses, but they upgraded their stations too. All of their stations are equipped with their own gas tanks," he said letting it sink in for her.
When her eyes lit up, he knew she understood.
"There could be thousands of gallons of gas in that place," Daryl said wistfully as he looked over at their potential prize.
It was harder to get gas nowadays than it was to get food. Siphoning gas out of abandoned cars and trucks was becoming a scarce activity. Hell, for this trip, Daryl and Rick had to use up practically all the available gas they had at the prison.
"Ok, so what's the plan? I see about 35 walkers out there around those buses, but there is no telling how many there are that we can't see," Sasha said, also looking over at what could be a solution to at least one of the major problems at the prison. "Then, we have to be able to actually get the gas out of the underground tank," Sasha said. She was suddenly not so sure they'd be able to pull this off.
"First things first Lil' Bit. We need to get rid of those fucking walkers. We can worry about the rest after that."
Sasha shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever you say Big Boy."
"Okay. Get your rifle. How much ammo did Susannah give you for it?"
"I got at least a hundred rounds. Probably more," she said as she made her way to the 'weapons closet'.
They had also been provided with sidearms, from the bag of goodies Merle and Susannah hauled all the way from Woodbury. Those, however, would be used as a last resort as they did not come with silencers.
Daryl stood behind Sasha as she retrieved her rifle and reached above her head to get his arrows for his crossbow. A lot of them were homemade, but they could still move through a walker's eye-socket like a hot knife through butter.
Sasha noticed Daryl's close proximity to her and found herself wanting to lean back, pressing her back to his front. She decided against it though as she still wasn't sure what had been bothering Daryl earlier, only that his discomfort transpired after the kiss they shared. Plus, the last time they got distracted from their surroundings by each other, Daryl was almost walker fodder. She pulled out the small duffle bag and shivered when she felt the heft of it and heard all that ammunition clinking around in there.
"Okay, we gonna post up on the roof and pick those fuckers off one by one. You take the ones further back. Your gun has a bit more range than my 'bow. Once we've cleared them out, we'll head on down there and see what we can see. Sound good?" Daryl asked as he released the hatch for the second time that day.
"Yes sir," Sasha answered as she prepared to climb back on the roof.
The next 15 minutes only proved to Sasha and Daryl that a "couple" can bond over anything. Taking those walkers out, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, watching those rotten, worm-ridden bodies fall, while they both were totally silent, was indeed, a thing of fucking beauty.
They waited for another 5 minutes after every walker had been dropped, to see if any more walkers, or any live humans for that matter, would come out after their bit of work. None did.
As they were about to make their way down into the RV, Sasha just couldn't wait anymore. She wouldn't press him too much, but there was one thing she just had to know.
"Daryl," she said softly. "Are you mad at me?"
He looked surprised at her question. He reached for her and gently touched her neck. Those bruises Oscar gave her were still there but didn't look quite as "angry" as they had the day before.
"Of course not," he said just as softly. "I just…"
When he seemingly couldn't finish his sentence, Sasha pushed his hair out of his face and saw pain there. Something was so very wrong but now was not the time to get into it.
"It's okay Daryl. We don't have to talk about if you don't want to, but if you need me, I'll listen. I won't judge, I'll just listen, OK?"
Daryl nodded his head, too emotional to speak at that moment, but when Sasha tried to take her hand away from him, he grabbed her and hugged her...tight. Some of the tension went out of his shoulders when she hugged him back just as tight.
He kissed her neck gently, in deference to her bruises and said, "Later. OK?"
"Alright," she whispered back.
Daryl drove the RV into the bus hangar, trying not to run over the walker bodies, but not getting too upset if he did. They both got out, stood close to the door and listened. There was no sound. No moaning, scrapping, footsteps, nothing. Bringing their weapons of choice up and into the firing position, they walked around carefully to see if they were in luck, or if they'd just wasted a fair amount of bullets.
They were indeed in luck.
When they were pretty sure all was clear, Daryl went about the job of retrieving his used arrows, hating the "squelch" sound they made when he yanked them out of a walker's head.
Sasha went to the storage area of the bus that was used to keep the luggage of the travelers and began pulling out suitcases. There were enough clothes here for everyone back home plus a whole lot more. Sasha found a bag, pulled the clothes out and placed them in another suitcase and gave it to Daryl so that he could put his bloody arrows in them.
While Sasha went from bus to bus, pulling out and inspecting the inside of suitcase after suitcase, Daryl went looking for what they came for in the first place. Gas.
"Sasha!" Daryl called out excitedly, and immediately realized his mistake when she came around the corner in a flash with her rifle raised and her finger on the trigger.
He raised his hands in the air. "Sorry darlin'. I just needed you to come and see what I found!" he said with the smile he reserved only for her on his face.
"Jesus Daryl," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She lowered her gun and went to see what got him so jazzed up.
It was a 35-gallon portable fuel storage tank according to the label on the side of the large red thing on wheels that had Daryl damn near skipping with joy. It was on an open utility trailer, which looked like it was about to be hooked on to the back of one of those buses, accompanied by a dozen huge 150-gallon red plastic gas cans. Daryl tried to move each of the red gas cans but found that he could budge any of them. They were all full of gas. This worried Daryl.
"This fucking thing has to weigh about ten-thousand pounds. There is no way our RV is gonna be able to tow it," he said. "And we can't take off any of these fucking gas cans. There are 150 gallons of gas in each one. Gotta be well over 850 pounds apiece."
Once again, Sasha was amazed. "How in the hell do you know all that?" she asked him.
"I used to work at a mechanic shop that specialized in 18-wheelers. We had shit like this around all the time."
"Maybe we can take one of the buses," Sasha said, more to herself than to Daryl, as she looked over at the fleet that she assumed was geared up to get people out of this town.
Sasha and Daryl went back to the first bus on the line and prepared to go in. They couldn't see any walkers inside, but the windows were tinted, so they just couldn't be sure. Sasha secured her rifle across her back as it would be too long to be useful on the tight squeeze inside the bus. Besides, she didn't want to pop one off in there for fear of the damage she might do if she hit something important. She pulled her sidearm out of its holster slung low on her hip and prayed she wouldn't have to use it. No silencer.
Daryl pried the bus door open, knowing Sasha would cover him. When he finally got it open, there was a hiss from the door mechanism and a moan from something else. He pulled out his crossbow and slowly climbed the steps.
The dead body of what had been the bus driver was slowly trundling its way toward him, having a little trouble as it kept knocking itself into the tall bus seats. Daryl hit it squarely between its eyes and it dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"You okay?" Sasha called from outside, still making sure nothing snuck up on them as he checked the bus out.
"I'm a'ight," Daryl answered as he moved further in. He stepped over the prone body of the driver as he checked out each and every seat and then finally the bathroom in the back.
"It's clear," he called out and started back toward the bus driver. "I'll take these," he said to the dead body as he bent over to pull a large keyring off of the driver's belt clip, also not forgetting his arrow.
Sasha grabbed the driver's hands and started to pull it out. Daryl grabbed the things feet.
After dragging the body off and away from the bus, Daryl got back in and looked through the massive amount of keys he'd taken from the walker. Sasha made her way back onto the bus and watched him.
Daryl found the key he was looking for and looked over at her. "Send up a little prayer, darlin'."
Sasha nodded and to her own surprise, did just that. Daryl stuck the key into the ignition, closed his eyes and turned.
The huge bus roared to life.
Both Sasha and Daryl gave out a loud "Woo!" and shared a high five. "Don't tell nobody I did that," Daryl said jokingly, referring to the high-five.
"Your secrets safe with me, man," Sasha said laughing.
Daryl checked the panel in front of him and saw that the bus was fully gassed up.
"Shit. They must have been just getting ready to get the fuck out of dodge when shit went bad," he said to Sasha. "Do you think you can drive this thing? I'm gonna drive it over to the trailer, but I'ma need you to back it up as close as you can get it so I can get it attached to the bus."
"Baby, I used to drive fire trucks. I can handle this," she said smiling at him.
"My girl."
It was easier than they both thought it would be. Sasha could indeed handle that huge Greyhound bus and backed it up perfectly. All Daryl had to do was secure the trailer's steel connecting arm to the ball mount of the trailer hitch and lock it in place. Neither of them even broke a sweat. That would come later.
They got all of the luggage Sasha had collected from under the other buses and proceeded to fill up the bottom of their bus. The bottom couldn't hold everything, so the rest of the bags went onto the bus, piled up on the seats in the back. Daryl emptied the water tank in the bus to lose a little of the weight and they were done.
"Should we hang here for the night, or keep going. We got about 2 more hours of sunlight," Daryl said as he and Sasha took a break.
Sasha looked over at the bus station and could see inside, due to the huge windows. It was filled with walkers and a lot of them had made their way to the windows and was clamoring to get out...at them.
"I don't think I want to stay here tonight," Sasha said looking at the wall of walkers behind the glass.
She didn't want to sound like a punk, but fuck that. When she looked up at Daryl, she could see that he understood. He looked over at the bus station, shuddered, and said, "You're right. Let's get the hell out of here."
They drove until dusk, Daryl up front in the Greyhound and Sasha following close behind him in their RV. Once they came to a place where the road was not surrounded on both sides by trees, Daryl pumped the brakes so that Sasha would know he was about to stop. He pulled the bus over to the side of the road, but not too far over. Besides, it wasn't like they'd be holding up traffic or anything. They both cut the engines of their perspective vehicles and Sasha watched as Daryl made his way back to her. She was relieved. She thought he would decide to spend the night on the bus instead of the in the RV with her.
"Um, look… while um," Daryl was stammering
"What is it?" Sasha asked him. He needed to tell her something, but he obviously was having a slight issue.
"I was just gonna say that um, since it's still light outside, um… if you wanted to take a shower that maybe you should do it now cause I don't want to have to run the generator at night. It doesn't really make that much noise, but it makes enough and I think it would be better to…"
"Say no more," Sasha said interrupting him. "Better to be able to see what's coming at us, just in case the generator makes enough noise to attract attention."
"Right," Daryl said relieved.
He didn't want Sasha to think he was just trying to get her to get naked or anything like that.
Sasha went about collecting her clothes. She only had a pair of jailhouse shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in, but that was enough. It was a bit stuffy inside the RV as the temperature outside was almost 90 degree.
"I'll go wait in the bus until you're done," Daryl announced as he quickly turned and headed toward the door.
"You don't have to go," Sasha said.
She hoped she wasn't pushing him, but she needed him to know that she was ok and that she felt safe with him around.
Daryl stopped and looked at her over his shoulder. She was standing there, smiling at him. She didn't look afraid, or uncomfortable. Daryl turned around.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Positive," she said happily. "Time me. No more than five minutes, ok?"
Daryl went outside, opened the panel on the side of the RV which held the 4 spare batteries and the small generator and flipped the switch. It whirred to life and Daryl quickly closed to door to the panel which muffled the sound even more. It wasn't complete silence but it was damn near.
He stepped back into the RV, hit the button on the front panel around the steering wheel marked "water pump" and turned back to Sasha who was still waiting to get in the shower.
"OK, Lil' Bit. Go ahead. I'll give you an extra two minutes 'cause that's how long it's gonna take for that damned water to get hot."
"Thanks," Sasha said.
She went into the bathroom and got undressed. Sasha really wished Daryl was in there with her and almost opened the door to invite him in, but changed her mind. She didn't want to force anything between them and Daryl seemed a tad nervous.
"Cool your jets, fool," Sasha whispered to herself as she checked the water to see if it was warm enough yet. "He's shy and he's probably worried about the affect intimacy would have on me after what Oscar tried to do. If it happens, it happens," she said resolving herself to being patient.
After a while, she heard a light knock on the door. "Times up darlin'."
"Okay," she called back and quickly shut off the shower.
Daryl hadn't wanted to make her get out, but she was right. Five minutes would have to do, for the both of them. They didn't want to use all of their juice and they needed to conserve water. He made a mental note to look for someplace they could possibly refill their water tank while kicking himself for not thinking about that when they were at the bus station.
While he was thinking about how stupid he was, Sasha made her appearance. She had on her small white t-shirt, under which Daryl could see there was no bra, her small prison shorts, and she'd unpinned her hair - and she didn't do that shit often. It was full and slightly curly, and all Daryl wanted to do was bury his face in it.
Sasha noticed his reaction and was pleased. Sure, she'd decided not to force anything, but she wanted him to know what he was missing.
"Your turn," she said softly as she walked over to him. "I saved you some hot water."
"Th...thanks," he said as he grabbed his own extra clothes and bolted into the bathroom.
Sasha looked around and found the food they'd packed to come out on this run. It wasn't much, but at least they wouldn't be hungry. They had a plastic container of peanut butter, four cans of sardines in oil, a box of saltine crackers and Cheez-it crackers, lots of water, deer meat that Daryl killed, cleaned and cooked himself (he knew Sasha did not enjoy squirrel meat), some pecans and some sugar cookies Carol made and packed up for them. All in all, it wasn't a bad spread.
By the time Daryl had finished with his five-minute shower, Sasha had their dinner laid out waiting for him.
"You hungry?" she asked.
"Starving."
They ate in silence, only the occasional smacking of lips or slurping of water, but it was comfortable. After they finished, Daryl went back outside to shut down the generator. It was now fully dark outside making it dark inside. Sasha was working at putting away what remained of their dinner when Daryl reached into one of the cabinets in the RV and pulled out a wind-up camping lantern. He used it when he stood watch in the guard tower at the prison but figured it would be useful here. As he began to turn the small crank, the low light shined. It wasn't bright enough to bring any attention to them from the outside but was just bright enough that they could see each other.
"You do think of everything," Sasha said beaming at Daryl again, and again, just like always, that smile she directed at him made him falter a little.
"God, you're beautiful," Daryl said as the low light slowly revealed her face.
He surprised himself. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.
This time it was Sasha's turn to drop her eyes and stare at her feet.
"Thank you Daryl," she said quietly.
Daryl placed the low-light lantern on the floor in front of the small couch inside the RV.
"Would you come and sit down with me?" Daryl asked her a bit timidly.
She didn't answer verbally, just walked over and sat next to him. He turned toward her and when she saw him do this, she did the same.
"I, um, shit… I like you Sasha," Daryl said.
"I know you do. I like you too."
He was impressed with her lack of stammering and resolved to stop that shit right then.
"I had a fucked up childhood Lil' Bit and it turned me into a fucked up adult."
Sasha opened her mouth to disagree with him, but he shushed her. She smiled knowing if that had been anybody else they would have gotten a nice, smooth, cursing out. But, Daryl needed to talk and as that in itself was a rarity so, she shushed.
"My father was the worst kind of asshole. He beat the shit out of us. My mom, Merle and me. We were his constant fucking victims. My mother found a way to get out of it though. She fell asleep with a lit cigarette in her hand and burned our house down. She burned with it."
"Oh Daryl, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Daryl said softly. "She was a drug addict, but she still loved me and Merle, if that makes any sense."
Sasha didn't say anything, she just nodded her head. Yes, it made sense to her.
"She used to give me books because I loved to read. I'd read anything I could get my hands on, but I had to hide 'em 'cause if my father would have found 'em, me and my mom would have gotten a well-whipped ass. After she died, I wanted to throw them away. I felt like she'd left me, abandoned me and left me at the mercy of her husband. Fortunately, I still had Merle, for a little while anyway."
Daryl could see the question in Sasha's eyes and appreciated the fact that she was trying not to interrupt his story.
"Merle was in and out of juvenile, jail, and any other place he could go so he didn't have to be home. Then, when I was ten, he left and joined the Army. I was my father's only target after that and he reminded me of that fact every chance he got."
Sasha, still not saying anything, reached for Daryl's hand. Instead of clutching at her like someone trying to keep a baby bird from flying away, he looked down at their intertwined fingers and rubbed the back of her hand gently.
"He just couldn't take it anymore. Especially after…" and Daryl proceeded to tell her the horrible story that had been on his mind all day. The day he lost virginity to a prostitute.
He couldn't look at her as he told her. He was so afraid he'd see disgust in her eyes. However, he kept talking, needing to get it out.
"After that, my Dad sort of left me alone. He still kicked my ass whenever he got the notion, but it seemed like he didn't get that notion as often as he used to."
Now, he looked up at her and found that she was barely holding back tears.
"Of course Merle didn't last very long in the military. He ended up getting a dishonorable discharge and was sent to prison for beating up a superior officer. When he got out, he came back for me and we both left, together that time, and we'd been together ever since, until the world went to shit."
Now, Sasha thought she had a little better understanding of Daryl. Of course, he didn't like being around people. He'd been having to stay small and quiet for most of his life in order to survive. Of course, it was gonna be hard for him to get close to her. He'd basically been abandoned by the people he loved the most and probably expected that of everyone he met. She had to admit though, his role in the prison, and the way people looked up to him (he was Rick's right hand and almost just as much a leader as he was) seemed to have changed him a bit. He was trying, but being a part of a family was something almost foreign to Daryl. She was more determined than ever now to help him.
Daryl wiped tears that had finally fallen, from her face.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you Daryl, and I swear to God, I wish your fucking father was still alive so I could kill his ass for you," Sasha said harshly.
Daryl smiled at her. "Well, thanks Lil' Bit, but he's long dead and believe me, even with the world a steaming pile of shit now, it's much better off without him in it."
Sasha reached for Daryl and gently wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled herself into his lap and kissed him lightly on his lips. He didn't kiss back this time.
"Sasha, the only women I've ever been with were prostitutes, hookers," he said softly. He was ashamed to have to tell her that. "I don't know how to…"
"Don't worry. I'll show you, but only if you want to. We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable with me."
"It's not that. I do want to. I can't ever remember being more comfortable with anyone else in my whole miserable life, and...I want to be with you, that way, so bad, I just don't want to hurt you. With them, it was always, just get in and get out quickly so they could move on to the next, but, you're special to me. I just...I don't want you to regret being with me because of my past."
"I'd never hold your past against you, Daryl," Sasha said, raising his head up and forcing him to into her eyes. "You're special to me too, you know that? And, even though it's basically the same act, it's the feelings we have for each other that will make our time together precious. It'll be miles away from our other times with other people. Do you trust me?" she asked him.
"With my life, Lil' Bit."
Sasha smiled and kissed him again, and this time, he did kiss her back. Then, he could feel movement in "the thing" and was suddenly nervous. He'd always felt so fucking dirty. He'd only ever used "the thing" on dirty fucking women. Sasha wasn't dirty and he didn't want to make her dirty with his own filth.
Sasha could feel Daryl pulling back from her. She stopped kissing him and looked him in the eyes. He looked scared to death. She rubbed his face.
"It's okay. We don't have to until you are ready. I'll wait for you Daryl," she said gently. "Come on, let's go lay down."
Sasha picked herself up off of Daryl's lap and saw his huge cock standing straight up (or trying to at least) under his prison scrubs. She didn't draw attention to it, just grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet. She turned and led both of them to the back of the RV where the bed was.
He told her to get in first and asked her to take the side next to the wall. Sasha did, knowing he wanted to be closer to the door in case something happened. As she got on the bed, Daryl turned around and walked out. Sasha started to get a little disappointed but realized that if this is what he needed, then this is what he would get. Turned out, Daryl only wanted to get the lantern. He came back and got into the bed with Sasha, both of them above the covers as it was quite hot that night.
Daryl lay down and scooted up close to her back, spooning her.
"Is this okay?" he asked quietly.
Sasha grabbed his hand and brought it around so that it encircled her small waist and she was able to hold it.
"This is perfect," she said.
Sometime in the night, Daryl, in his state of sleep, had separated himself from Sasha and was laying on his other side with his back to her. She woke up and turned slowly over, moving closer to him. Now she was spooning him. She began rubbing his back when she felt what seemed like ridges crisscrossing his skin. She knew immediately what they were. Once again, she wanted to fucking kill Daryl's father.
She continued to rub his back softly so as not to wake him. "God baby, I'm so sorry," she whispered and kissed the raised scar tissue through his thin t-shirt.
She did this softly as she could, but Daryl was already awake. He didn't let on because he was so ashamed of the condition his back was in. He didn't move. When she whispered again "I'm so sorry", he couldn't keep it together anymore. He felt like he was about to burst.
"The last gal that touched my back," he said in a shaky voice, "screamed and hollered, 'What the fuck is wrong with you?'" he said letting her know that he was awake. "I never took off my shirt in public anymore after that."
She never stopped rubbing. In fact, she kissed his back again. Then she slowly raised his shirt, and he allowed it. She went over each raised mark with a soft kiss.
Daryl pulled away and turned over so that they were facing each other. His shirt was still raised so he went ahead and pulled it all the way off. Sasha noticed he had a few scars on his torso as well and went about her task of kissing each one of them.
Daryl lifted her face and lowered his, kissing her. When their tongues touched he moaned, just like last time, because this kiss was everything, just like the last time.
As they continued kissing, Sasha could feel Daryl tentatively reaching for the hem of her own t-shirt. She looked at him and nodded her head, letting him know that it was alright.
He slowly pulled her shirt up and she helped him to get it completely off by raising her arms. His hands shook as he reached for her breasts. Sasha arched her back slightly, once again letting him know that it was okay. Daryl was amazed at the feel of her. She was a perfect. He could feel her nipples harden under his palms and suddenly, desperately wanted to have them in his mouth.
He started to move his face toward her chest, realized what he was doing and stopped. He looked at Sasha questioningly.
"Just do what feels natural, okay. If you do something that I'm uncomfortable with or that I don't like, I'll tell you. The same goes for you okay? If I'm doing something that you don't like, please tell me and I'll stop."
"I can't imagine you doing anything to me that I'd be uncomfortable with," Daryl said, giving her a small smile.
Sasha smiled back, but she knew better. Daryl had just basically told her he was raped at ten years old, with the rapist having his own father's blessing.
"Okay, but still. I want this to be good for us. I want us to look back on our first time and be able to smile and blush and giggle at each other from the memory, so, if there is anything you don't like baby, you have to tell me, ok," Sasha said to him. She was firm, but not harsh.
"Okay," Daryl answered and proceeded kiss Sasha's chest until he got to his destination.
He licked around her perfect brown nipple, feeling it harden even more under his tongue, then slipped it into his mouth and sucked at her gently.
She moaned, he stopped.
"Don't stop, please," she whispered, trying her hardest not to beg.
While Daryl was engrossed in Sasha's chest, she slowly ran her hand down his torso and stopped at the waist of his prison scrubs. She ran her finger lightly across the skin just above the string which kept his pants up and waited. She was serious about them not doing anything the other was uncomfortable with and she knew that she needed to be absolutely sure with Daryl.
He kissed her in the space between her breasts and at the same time grasped her hand and moved it over his cock. Sasha knew then that he was still okay with what they were doing. She rubbed at him for a bit, happy that she wasn't the only one that would be moaning tonight. When she went for the string so that she could untie it, he moved away slightly...so she wouldn't have a problem with the knot there. Sasha made quick work of that knot and was able to push her hand inside his pants.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and found it leaking copious amounts of precum. She used it as she slowly stroked him, making him moan even more. Daryl pushed himself into her hand and planted a kiss on her lips, as he began to rock his hips back and forth. If they kept this up, Daryl knew he wouldn't last too long.
"Sasha," he moaned into her ear making her shudder and grip his cock a little tighter.
"Jesus...Um. If you keep going, I'm gonna make a mess in my pants," he said managing a smile.
"We can't have that," Sasha said. "How about we take them off?"
Again, she didn't want to rush him but fuck, she needed him.
Daryl nodded. "It's been a really, really long time Lil' Bit. I don't know how much good I'm gonna be."
"Oh, I think I can take care of that. Lay back," she said gently.
Daryl did what she told him, curious as to what she was going to do to him. He wasn't kidding when he said it had been a long time.
Sasha proceeded to straddle Daryl's hips and bent over and kissed his lips. She moved lower and sucked his Adam's apple. She moved lower and kissed each one of his shoulders, next moving down to his nipples.
Daryl had no fucking idea that his nipples were as sensitive as they were and he jerked when she sucked one into her mouth.
"Is this okay?" she asked looking up at him.
"Yeah, I ain't never had anyone do that before is all. It kind of took me by surprise."
"Just remember. If you don't like it, tell me, okay?"
"I will...but, I like that," he said sheepishly.
Sasha beamed at him. "Good," she said as she went back to work on his sensitive nipples. She made herself a mental note 'he likes that'.
Soon, she was moving farther down his body, licking and giving gentle nips with her teeth on his muscular stomach. She could feel his cock, still trying it best to stand up, moving between her breasts. While she was licking at his belly, she used her arms to squeeze her tits together and trap his dick in between them. Then she moved back and forth on him, gently, allowing him to dry fuck her between her tits while she dipped her tongue in and out his belly button.
After a few seconds, Sasha could tell Daryl was almost at the edge so she pulled back a little and pulled his pants down. His cock slapped against his belly, leaving a trail of precum after it was released from the confines of his pants. She got his pants all the way off and made her way back to his belly. She licked the left over precum and then, to his utter shock, slipped the head of his cock in mouth.
"Oh god, Sasha, what are you doing?" he asked, hoping she would tell him but praying she wouldn't stop.
"You never had someone do this for you?" she asked him while she licked at the oozing clear liquid from his tip.
He shook his head 'no'.
"Well, remember the rule," she said.
"If I don't like it, say so," Daryl answered with a slightly quivering voice.
"That's right baby. Now, just relax and let me take care of you," Sasha said gently.
Sasha opened Daryl's thighs slightly so she had better access to him. She gently grabbed the base of his cock and lowered her mouth on him again. This time, she sucked on him and used her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock at the same time. She listened and could hear him babbling, but he wasn't asking her to stop. She lowered her head in order to get more of his cock in her mouth, already knowing she'd never get the whole thing in, but she was certainly going to give it the old college try. When she felt his cock touch the very back of her throat, she moaned, sending a vibration to his cock that made him jerk a little. She had her hand firmly planted on the base of his cock still, so that jerk didn't send his cock further down her throat. She started to move her head up and down, using her saliva and his precum to help make him nice and slippery. As she moved faster and faster, she was getting wet listening to the slurping and smacking noises she was making as she sucked his dick.
He started moaning her name and grunting as she added the movement of her hand sliding up and down his shaft. It was driving Daryl crazy. The sucking at the tip of his cock was as light as a feather, accompanied by the hard jacking of the bottom. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Sasha! Baby girl, I'm gonna come," he shouted, as he had a brief passing thought that she may not want his gunk in her mouth.
But Sasha only started sucking harder, in tandem with her hand movement and finally, Daryl burst into her mouth with a groan as he coated her tongue with his come. And she swallowed every drop of him. Daryl felt like he was gonna pass out and probably would have if he wasn't already laying down. He put his forearm over his eyes and tried to relax his breathing. It was a little hard with Sasha still licking at him, but he thought he'd be able to cope.
When she finally let him go, he found that his dick was still as hard as a rock. He looked down at himself, amazed and then looked at Sasha like she a professor of Cock Sucking 101.
"Did you like that?" she asked smiling at him.
"God yes," was all he could say.
She giggled at him and lay down next to him.
"You wanna do some more?" she asked.
"God yes," he said again.
This time Sasha lay on her back while Daryl gently pulled her shorts down. He desperately wanted to do to her what she had done to him, but he had no clue where to start or what to do. He was so embarrassed.
"Sasha, honey...I want to um, return the favor, but…"
"You've never done it before?" she asked him gently.
She could tell he was ashamed at not knowing what to do. She wanted to reassure him.
"We don't have to. It's okay," she said smiling at him.
"But, I want to," he said softly.
With Sasha on her back, he pried her thighs wide open and stared down at her. She was fucking amazing. He saw he small clit poking out of its hood and rubbed it gently, back and forth. Her hips started moving and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, but he could tell she was enjoying what he was doing. He bent down, nervous, but still determined to make her feel as good as she made him and licked her slit. She was soaking wet.
"Daryl," she moaned quietly.
He could tell it was a "this feels good" moan and not a "stop what you're doing" moan, so...he didn't stop.
He licked her some more and was pleased when she moaned louder. He captured her clit between his lips and used his tongue to flick it back and forth. That's when her hands went into his hair. She was very gently pushing his face into her pussy and he was totally on board with that. He licked her slit, and then flicked at her clit. When he slipped his middle finger into her pussy and sucked her clit with a little more force, she came all over his face and hands.
He could feel her coming down from her climax, so he removed his finger and licked her gently a few more times before he sat up on his knees, still between her legs.
He was so hard right then, he felt like a light breeze would send his jizz all over the fucking room. But, she had come, right? He was sure it was over for the night.
"Was that good?" he asked her. He thought he already knew the answer, but it seemed like a good idea to ask anyway, just in case.
"That was awesome!" she said happily. "You tricked me," she said teasing him.
"What do you mean?"
"You said you didn't know how to do it. That was fucking perfect," she said, giggling.
"I just did what you told me. You said to do what felt natural."
"Good job baby. You ready for more?"
"You wanna keep going? I thought after you…um, came, that we were finished."
"Only if either of us doesn't want to keep going. I do if you want to."
"I do," Daryl said.
He stayed where he was, however, on his knees in between Sasha's opened thighs. She reached up for him, and he lay on top of her as she wrapped him in her arms.
"You sure, you don't wanna stop? I'll be okay if you do," Daryl said.
Sasha kissed him and began moving her hips under his. Her pussy was wet and slippery making his cock move back and forth, rubbing over her clit. Daryl reached down and grasped himself, preparing to enter her. He looked at her one last time to make sure and she nodded at him, letting him know she was still okay.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slick center a few times and then stopped at her opening. Gently, he pushed himself inside, inch by torturous inch as they kissed. Sasha raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, giving him the open access he needed to bottom out. Once he was all the way in, Daryl found that he had to stop for a second.
"You ok?" Sasha asked him after he'd stopped moving.
"Yeah, just...just give me a second," he said, chuckling low in his throat.
He couldn't believe he was actually having fun. Sex before had always seemed like a fucking chore, but with Sasha, he was smiling and giggling and doing the type of shit that he just didn't do. He was fucking overjoyed. He felt it only fair to tell the person that made him feel this way.
"You make me happy Sasha. I hadn't been in a long fucking time, but you make me happy."
Daryl was horrified when he felt the back of his eyes start to burn. The last thing he wanted to do was cry while he was on top of her, and somehow he figured out a way to suck it up and his tears never fell.
"I'm glad Daryl. I'm glad I make you happy. You got me over here smiling all hard, making my cheeks hurt too. I feel like we're right together. I feel right with you babe."
Daryl's heart was beating so hard at her words. He made a decision right then and there to never disappoint her.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly as he began to move in and out of her tightness. Sasha rubbed his back, and he found that he didn't even care that she was feeling his shame. He just didn't care.
When Sasha came, it was a powerful, warm feeling that went from her core and traveled all over her body. She pussy tightened on Daryl as she came and she could feel him as he was brought over the edge as well.
Daryl called out Sasha's name softly in her ear as he released, and all was right in their little world.
In the woods
Oscar stumbled around in the woods, half blind, beaten, and in an immense amount of pain. He wanted to die, but he couldn't. He fucking refused. He had people to kill, starting with that bitch Sasha. No...no, not starting with her. He'd start with that other bitch Daryl. Then Tyreese. Then Rick. And THEN he'd get Sasha. First, she and he would finish what they started and when he was done, she would beg him for death. He needed to get out of the fucking woods first. He needed to heal. He needed to plan.
He'd been walking for a full day, and to his surprise, he'd only fallen down once. It took every fiber of his being to get back up again, but once he could feel the hatred for the cunts that had done this to him boiling up inside him, he found it wasn't as hard as it seemed. Pure venom and his need for revenge fueled him. It fed him because he felt no hunger. It energized him because he did not feel tired. Hell, it even kept the fucking walkers away because he hadn't seen one since he'd been cast out here.
His hatred found him shelter. A small leaning shack with a door, but no windows stood in the middle of a clearing and practically calling his name. He walked over to one of the broken windows, not even attempting to be quiet. He didn't have to. Hatred would protect him. He used his good eye to look in and saw nothing but a room with a couch older than God and a wood burning stove that looked like it had been made when Jesus was a boy. He didn't care. He went in, closing the door behind him and lay on the flea and tick ridden couch. He was asleep before his head hit the cushions.
Woodbury
Andrea thought she wanted to die. She'd even attempted to kill herself, but couldn't make herself slice through the veins that lay just under the thin skin at the inside of her wrists. She'd come close a few times since she'd been back with the Governor, but she Just Couldn't Do it.
"I should never have said those horrible things about Michonne's kid," she whispered to the moaning thing in the cage next to the bed she was currently chained to by her neck and one ankle.
"What in the fuck was I thinking?" she asked it a little louder. "Merle told me Philip was insane and I didn't listen! I didn't listen! My God, who am I going to get out of this?"
The Governor was gone at the moment, so it was okay to talk. She'd be forced into silence once he returned. Andrea learned fairly quickly that when the Governor said "shut the fuck up" he meant that shit. His boot print from that lesson is still stamped across her tits.
The chains were long enough for her to get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom, but sitting on the toilet always put a huge strain on her neck. She had to take a shit bent in half, trying to provide the chain with a little bit of slack so that she didn't choke to death.
Andrea sat up in bed and looked over the new bruises on the parts of her body she could see. She was totally naked all the time now as Philip said he didn't have time to "undress" her when he wanted sex. He wanted to fuck when he wanted to fuck, no delays.
She couldn't see her back and ass, but the dull throbbing pain present there told her that she had fresh bruises there too.
"And then I left the fucking gate open! What if one of you," Andrea continued, still addressing Dead Penny, "got in there and hurt Rick's baby?"
"Jesus Christ, please," Andrea said through fresh tears, "don't let anything happen to that little girl. Please! If it does… he and that bitch Michonne will bond even more and I'll never be able to win him over!"
Andrea also thought she was pretty fucking stupid. If she'd just pumped her brakes a bit, used finesse instead of trying brutishness, she would still be at that fucking prison now. That was another lesson she'd learned from the Governor, however.
She lay down quickly when she heard the front door open and close.
"Honey, I'm home," Philip called out in a mocking sing-song voice, like some sadistic version of Ward Cleaver.
Andrea slowly smiled, making sure to keep her lips closed in order to hide her two broken teeth. Philip hated looking at that, even though he was the one to break them. She just smiled, and when he walked into the room she was imprisoned in, she slowly opened her legs, presenting herself to him. She was as dry as the fucking Mojave Desert, but Philip never cared about that. And slowly, Andrea began to stop caring herself.