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May went back to the backyard in time to see Lorry walking away from a confused Glenn. She walked up to him with a slight smile on her face. "Did you know I was riding out – yes, riding – to the pharmacy with Maggie?" Glenn asked her, seeming dazed by the whole thing. "Yes, I suggested she invite you on account of your many, many useful skills." May said giving him a wink. "Is running from walkers and giving blood to little boys that got shot just not exciting enough for you?" he asked in a fake upset tone. "What can I say, Glenn, I'm a hard woman to please." she replied with a faux-distressed expression. "Dixon doesn't seem to be having that problem." Glenn teased her. She gave him a stare, but they ended up laughing about it. Maggie reached them at the same time Dale and T-Dog did – apparently, there was a walker in one of the wells.
Dale, T-Dog, May, Glenn, Andrea, Lorry, Maggie and Shane went to the well to find a disgusting, bloated, snarling walker, scraping up the well walls, wanting to eat them. "Looks like we got us a swimmer." Dale said, pointing a flashlight at it. "How long do you think it's been down there?" Glenn asked. "Long enough to grow gills." Andrea answered. "We can't leave it in there – God knows what it's doing to the water." Lorry pointed out. "We gotta get it out." Shane agreed. "Easy – we put a bullet in its head." T-Dog said. "Whoa, whoa, guys. No." Maggie said suddenly. "Why not?" Glenn asked confusedly. "Hershel said no guns – also, if it hasn't contaminated the water yet, blowing its brains out will finish the job." May replied level-headedly. "She's right – we can't risk it." Shane agreed reluctantly. "So it has to come out alive?" T-Dog asked, looking at the walker with disgust. "So to speak…" Shane said. "How do we do that?" Glenn asked.
First, they tried lowering a ham on a hook to fish the walker out. The geek completely ignored it. "It's not going for it." Dale observed. "That's because a ham don't kick and scream when you try to eat it." T-Dog said with disgust. "We need live bait." Andrea said indifferently. Then she looked at Glenn, followed by the rest of the group.
"Have I mentioned I really like your new haircut – you have a really nicely shaped head." Glenn told Shane while he was securing a rope around his waist. "Don't worry about it bud, we're gonna get you out of here in one piece." Shane replied. May was pacing back and forth the entire time. "I still think this is a stupid idea." she said, giving Glenn the don't-do-this look. "Just pull me out in one living piece. The 'living' part is important." Glenn said, giving May a reassuring look.
They were ready to shimmy Glenn down the well. "You people are crazy." Maggie said nervously. "You want it out or not?" Shane asked, securing the rope in his hands. May was standing next to the well to navigate them as Dale wouldn't let her help with the pulling. "Give us an eye there Maggie." he said, engaging her in the process. She stood by may and the two young women exchanged worried looks. Glenn looked at her before going down and she shook her head slightly at him.
They lowered Glenn down the well slowly, while he was holding on the other rope. He was supposed to lasso it around the walker so they could pull it out. "A little lower… A little more." he navigated them as they let more and more of the rope loose. Suddenly, the pole they were letting the rope around gave in under Glenn's weight and bolted from the ground, making Glenn plummet down the well and straight on to the walker. Everyone grabbed on to the rope and started pulling Glen out while he was screaming "Get me out of here! Get me out!" They kept pulling but it was much more difficult to pull him out now, without anything to share his weight. When he was almost out, May ran up to him, grabbing his hands and pulled him out, both of them lying in the dust in exhaustion and fear. She sat up and looked at her friend fearfully. "Glenn, are you alright? Did he bite you?" she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as they all felt the adrenalin in their veins calm down. He nodded. "Told you it was a stupid idea." she said, standing up and dusting herself off. Kiba, who she ordered to stay in the shade by the fence, walked up to her, sniffing her concernedly. "I'm okay, boy." she told him with a smile, scratching him behind the ears. He wagged his tail contently and went back to the shade.
"I guess it's back to the drawing board." Dale said. "Says you." Glenn replied, standing up, ready for another try. This time, he managed to tie up the geek and they were now trying to pull the thing out. It was heavy and it didn't particularly like being tugged at so the process was slow. It was half way out the well when it got stuck. Shane and Andrea started tugging at it more forcefully while the bastard waved it's hands around grabbing for air and growling in a frenzy. "Don't pull to hard it might…" but before May could finish her sentence, the thing ripped in two, it legs and a lower half of his body plummeting back down the well while the disgusting fluids from the upper half of its body gave them insight in to what just spilled in to a portion of their drinking water. The remaining part of the geek grabbed through the air, trying to catch one of the, hoping to eat them.
"We should seal off this well…" Dale said disappointedly. "What do we do about the…" Lorry started, but gave up on her question once T-Dog started bashing the walker's head in. May saw Maggie look away, shocked and disgusted. When the walker was dead, T-Dog turned to them. "Good thing we didn't do anything stupid like shoot it." he said sarcastically.
The rest of the day went by boringly, as there wasn't much to do around the farm when the man running it kept telling you to go and rest. Shane and Andrea, who seemed to be getting quite chummy, took Carol out to the interstate. When they were back, the women went to the trailer and when May walked in, she found her cleaning.
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Daryl just came back from the woods and found Rick was waiting for him at the porch again. "Hey, Daryl." the sheriff called out. "What?" Daryl asked, still a little pissed about before. "I… I wanted to apologize." Daryl said nothing and just kept looking at him. "What I said before… It was ignorant and rude after all you've done… May was right…" this got Daryl's attention.
"What d'ya mean?" he asked aggressively. "She heard our conversation, damn near bit my head off afterwards." Daryl nodded and walked away. Rick was, once again, left standing in the dust, confused. Daryl headed for the RV, guessing he'd find Carol there to give her something before he looked for May.
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"Hey Carol." she called out softly. The woman gave her a weak smile and kept scrubbing at the table. May assumed how she was feeling so, instead of saying anything, she took a rag and joined her in making the RV spotless. After about an hour of cleaning, May felt a little winded so she took a seat at the table. Carol, who was sewing up the bed cover gave her a grateful look but said nothing. Suddenly, Daryl walked in, holding a strand of straw between his lips. He looked around the RV, noticing the change. "We cleaned up. I wanted it to be nice for her." Carol explained. He nodded, taking another look around. "I was thinkin' I was at tha wrong place." he replied. Carol said nothing and Daryl and May exchanged looks. He pulled a bottle with a single, white flower sticking out and placed it on the table.
"A flower?" Carol asked, giving him a scared look. "It's a Cherokee rose. The story is that when American soldiers were movin' Indians of their land on the trail o' tears the Cherokee mothers were grievin' an' cryin' so much 'cause they were losin' the little ones on the way. Exposure… Disease… Starvation… A lot o' them just disappeared. So the elders said a prayer – they asked for a sign to uplift the mother's spirits, give 'em strength, hope... The next day this rose started to grow just where the mother's tears fell." Daryl took a pause there while both women kept their eyes on him. "I'm not fool enough to.. to think there are flowers bloomin' for ma brother." May felt a stab of compassionate pain through her chest. "But i… I believe this one bloomed for your little girl." As he finished his story, a hopeful smile crept on to Carol's face. He nodded and walked back to the door. "She's gonna really like it in here." Daryl added before he left the RV. Carol gave May a grateful look that said she'd like to be alone so May hugged her gently and left as well.
As soon as she was out, she looked for Daryl. "Kiba, find Daryl." she told the dog and followed after him. A couple of minutes later, in the field near the edge of the farm and near her own tent, May found Daryl setting up his tent. May told Kiba to go back to the house – Rick mentioned Carl wanted to see him. Then she headed to Daryl – alone.
He saw her coming as he was starting a camp fire – it was almost night time. He dropped what he was doing and walked up to her. As soon as they were close enough, he slipped one arm around her waist and the other behind her neck and pulled her in to a kiss. May wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, not letting their lips part. Daryl gently pushed her backwards until her back pressed against a tree. He felt her hands clumsily but eagerly unbutton his shirt. She pulled it off him as he all but ripped the button up shirt off her. He slid his hands under her tight camisole, feeling her soft, warm skin under his rough fingers. The flowery scent that always followed her around made him want her even more and he eagerly pulled the shirt off her, leaving her in a bra and jeans.
May knew her bare back was pressed against the rough tree bark but she didn't feel it. The only thing she felt were Daryl's calloused hands sliding down the lower part of her back. He unhooked her bra with one hand and threw it in the grass, kissing her neck passionately. She fumbled around with the button on his pants until she managed to finally open it. She pulled down his pants halfway, but he pulled her back in to another passionate kiss. She felt her own pants unbutton and fall to the ground. They threw the rest of their clothes of, all the while kissing and holding each other as if the bubble they were in would burst if they took but a moment to take in what was happening. Daryl lifted her, pressing her against the tree and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in. She wanted him – needed him so badly it almost hurt. When he slipped inside her, she let out a loud moan, burying her nails in his shoulder.
Pressing her against the tree he felt her long, lean legs wrap around him, inviting him to her. As he slipped inside she let out a loud moan and he immediately stopped moving, mistaking it for pain. They looked at each other and, looking in to her honey-colored eyes, he was surer than ever that she was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. She pulled him all the way in with her legs, purring like a cat. He grabbed her and carried her away from the tree, laying her on the ground.
She felt the cold evening grass tickle her back as Daryl's strong arms gently laid her on the ground. At the beginning, his thrusts were slow but intense and she held on to him as if holding on to dear life. As he sped up, kissing and nibbling at her neck and ear eagerly, she felt the familiar sensation spreading through her entire body like a wildfire. She buried her hand in his hair, moaning louder and louder as they both climaxed together, Daryl growling like a wild animal. They gasped for air and May felt Daryl's hand softly slide up her thigh, trailing her body until he reached her face. He stroked her cheek gently before rolling off her an on to his back.
The cool grass felt good against Daryl's sweaty, tired body. He looked at the woman lying beside him, the moonlight giving her soft, milky skin a surreal glow. Smiling lightly, he pulled her close to him. She rested her head on his chest, cuddling up to his body. Her warm skin felt good against his own and he trailed a hand up her back, burying it in her long, silky hair, breathing in her scent. Lying with her like that, he knew he would go to any lengths to make sure nothing bad happened to her ever again. He squeezed his arm a little tighter around her. She let out a low, satisfied purr, pressing her body closer to his. After what felt like an eternity, she raised her head up and met his gaze, propping herself up on her elbow. Her body moved so fluently and gracefully she reminded him of a wild cat. Then a thought crossed his mind – was she just looking for a distraction?
As she lay in his arms, May felt safer than ever in her life. The world as they knew it ended but, against all odds, she felt truly happy. He tightened his grip on her and she pressed herself as close to him as she could. She watched as his muscular chest rose with every breath he took and listened to his heart beating, almost hypnotized by the sound. Propping herself up, she faced the man she spent the most intimate moment of her life with.
"How'd you get the scars on your back?" she asked him softly, trailing a finger down his chest. He looked at the sky, as if trying to decide if he should tell her. "Ma old man was never the lovin' type and my ma' was drunk most of tha time so… Belt and buckle." he said that almost indifferently, but the flash of pain in his eyes didn't escape her. She felt a sharp stab in her chest at the thought of someone hurting Daryl. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his chest, where his heart was, and then pulled herself up a bit, kissing him softly on the lips. He kissed her back, sliding his arm down her back and around her waist. A sudden breeze blew through the farm and May shivered, the adrenalin slowly leaving her bloodstream. He rolled to his side, facing her and wrapped his other arm around her body. His wide shoulders and strong arms gave her both warmth and safety. She pressed her forehead against his, kissing him lightly again. He gently stroked her hair, moving a strand from her face. "You'll git sick." he said softly. She kissed him again, wanting to drive all the worry from his mind. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Still, she didn't fool him; a moment later he was on his feet, gathering their clothes from the ground. They got dressed and slowly headed back to their tents.
Daryl didn't want her to go yet – he didn't know if this would ever happen again and he didn't want it to end yet. He could see she wasn't sure if she should go to her own tent or not and it made him smile lightly. "You can pack yer tent up in tha mornin' if y' want." he mumbled.
May's heart skipped a beat when the words left his lips. For a moment, she thought she saw fear of rejection in his eyes, but it was gone faster than it appeared. He unzipped his tent and pulled the fabric away, letting her in. Kiba ran up to them from the dark of the woods, panting and wagging his tail, happy to be back with his pack leader. "But, what about…" May started, pointing at Kiba, but Daryl cut her off before she could finish. "I know tha two of ya are a package deal." he said shortly. "It's a good thing my tent is easy to pack, then." she replied and a relieved smile spread across Daryl's face before he could stop it. It was a warm night so May left Kiba to sleep outside. She and Daryl went inside the tent and as soon as he zipped it closed, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to a kiss.
Ha! :D They've finally hooked up! I didn't want to hint at it, i hoped it might catch you by surprise. Did it work? Also, I hope you like the way i handled it and that you will REVIEW! :D Remember, the next chapter will come in just four reviews :) Peace!