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Winter was standing outside her tent the next morning, braiding her hair. She had already showered and had breakfast. She didn't have to go on watch for a few hours and had decided to send her time enticing Daryl. She wanted to see how far she could push him, test him. She wanted to know once and for all if he was gay or not. If he was, or if he just didn't make any move towards her, she'd let go of her school girl crush on him.

" Hey." His voice made her jump and turn around.

" Oh, hey." She laughed and tied up the end of her braid before she swept it over her shoulder. In his arms were a bundle of sticks he had craved out to be straight arrows. All she had to do was crave the tip. " Sticks, for me? Oh Daryl, you really know the way to a girl's heart." She said with a smile. He narrowed his eyes and tried not to smile.

" So you got a knife or you need mine?" He asked.

" I'm going to need yours." She said.

" Good thing I brought two then." Daryl said as he moved towards the tree by her tent.

" Are you going out?" Winter asked. She followed after him. Daryl sat down on the ground and spread the sticks out so she sat down across from him.

" Not right now. Figured I work on my shit before I head out." Daryl said, picking up a stick.

He unstrapped his knife from his right hip and handed it over to her. Winter smiled as she took it from him, making sure her finger tips touched his. Daryl's eyes widen slightly, making her smile. She withdrew her arm then looked down to grab a stick. Her shirt was sitting low on her cleavage, revealing a little more then she usually did. As she picked up a stick to start craving, she glanced up at him through her lashes. His eyes were on her chest but the look only lasted a second before he dropped his eyes to his own work.

' Point one for me.' She silently told herself.

They worked in silence for a while. Each working a knife against the tip of a stick until the stick was pointed. Every time she set an arrow down or picked up a stick, she made sure to bend over so her tits were showing. The times she was able to steal glances at him, she noticed that he was trying hard not to look down her shirt but was failing. Every time his eyes met her tits, he would clear his throat and blush.

' Okay, he's not gay and he likes tits. If nothing else, he likes my tits and wants to see more of them.' She thought.

She wasn't super big in the breasts department but she wasn't big anywhere. She could fill a bra, a hand and a mouth and had always been told that was enough. But it didn't seem to matter to Daryl how big she was because he was into them and wanted to see more as far as she was considered. Winter smiled. She had no problem with him looking.

So after about an hour or so of working, Winter had a show of stretching her arms above her head. She made sure the bottom of her shirt came up and revealed her stomach. Daryl's head was down slightly but again, she could see that he was looking. His eyes moved down her body and went right to her stomach at the same time his tongue flicked out and over his bottom lip. Winter smiled again before she dropped her arms.

" I need a drink. You want something?" She asked as she stood up. Daryl dropped his eyes and flushed as he shook his head.

" No. I'm gonna head out." He said. He started quickly gathering up his newly made arrows.

" Right now?" Winter asked in surprised.

" Yeah. Group needs meat." Daryl said.

" Let me come with you." She said. Daryl's head popped up.

" No." He said, causing her to frown.

" Why not?" Winter asked.

" You don't know how to shoot a cross bow." He knew it was a stupid excuse. It was a stupid reason but she had surprised him and he couldn't think fast.

" Then teach me. You have taught me everything else. You can teach me this. We have the arrows." She said. When he didn't answer her, Winter smiled and tilted her head. " Come on, Daryl. I'm tired of sitting around watching for walkers. Give me something else to do. Something else to take my mind off shit." Daryl's shoulders dropped while he looked at her. He briefly closed his eyes and seemed to be wrestling with himself for a few seconds before he looked at her again.

" Get somthin to drink then come with me." He said.

" Where are we going?" Winter asked.

" Target practice." Daryl said as he stood up.

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Daryl was pacing by her tent, watching her walk over to the cooking area of their camp. He was walking from the tree to her tent and back again. His eyes had glued themselves to her ass no matter how hard he had been trying to pull them away. His eyes hadn't been listening to him all day. They had been betraying him by stealing glances at her chest, glances he was sure she had seen him take. But he couldn't help it. Her tank top hung low and she wasn't careful when she bent down or leaned over. She was driving him insane.

' This is a mistake, Brother, and you know it.' Merle's voice had been quiet the past couple of days but surprise! He decided to make an appearance. Daryl brought his hand to his mouth and started to chew on his thumb nail. ' You know as well as I do, girls can't shoot.'

' Shut up.' Daryl said.

' But think how nice it's gonna be when her perfect ass is against your groin. Gonna give us some new jack off material.'

" You best shut the hell up." He mutter angrily. Winter had reached the center and was getting some water out of their drinking cooler.

' Look at her. She was all by offerin up those tits on a silver platter and you did nothin about it. Ain't I shown you better then that? Ain't old Merle shown you how to handle you some tits?' Merle asked.

Yeah, Merle had shown him. Daryl had seen what his brother did with women more times than he could count. He had walked into their trailer while Merle had some whore spread eagle on their couch and his mouth working her over. The whore had been moaning and pinching her nipples. Merle had pulled away, wiped his mouth and grinned at his baby brother.

" This here's how you eat a pussy. You gotta lick and suck up here, Daryl, then a bitch will do anything for ya." He pointed to her clit before he started rubbing it. The whore started moaning again. " You wanna a lick? You wanna taste her?" Daryl had frowned and shook his head. " Why the hell not? She gonna blow me afterwards. You like blow jobs, don't ya? Maybe you ain't had a blow job before. Stick around, I'll make her blow you when she's done with me." Without another word or looked over his shoulder, Merle drove back in between her legs. Daryl had turned and walked out quickly. He wanted no part of any girl Merle had been with. Merle had diseases Daryl didn't want.

' You might not have wanted to eat out that bitch but you want to eat out this one, don't ya?' Merle asked in a laugh. ' Yeah you do. You can't wait to have your head between her legs. You want to lick and suck her til she's screamin for more.'

" Leave me alone." He hissed to himself as Winter started towards him again. She was smiling and almost bouncing as she walked. He groaned to himself and shook his head. How the hell was he going to teach her to shoot the bow when he was hard as fuck? There was no way he could show her how to hold it with fire it without touching her. It was going to be a long day.

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