Chapter 19-
Alone time was something that was working out very well for Ariel and Daryl this afternoon. They didn't know where the others were and at the moment neither one of them cared. They were busy, Daryl trying to take charge after Ariel had tortured teased him. She was up against the wall now, sweaty, watching Daryl unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper. His hands went to her shirt, ready to pull it over but she stopped him.
"No," she said. "Don't take off anything."
"Why? Hot as hell." he said, looking at the sweat over them.
"Exactly." she breathed, taking his face in her hands and kissing him thoroughly. As their tongues mixed beautifully, his hands stumbled over her pants, pulling them down without breaking the kiss, enough that if Ariel wiggled her hips they would drop down to her ankles. She laughed as they kissed, trying to kick off her pants. She then jumped up, Daryl grabbing her ass, kissing her neck and her mouth. He pushed her up against the wall, his hips crushed against hers sending her into a spiral of desire. Daryl took himself out of his pants and pushed into her. It was so sudden, rough, Ariel's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She moaned loudly and that only made Daryl want her more. He pounded into her like a man who was starving; his head was in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily.
"Christ..." he choked, his uneven but very satisfying thrusts were getting quicker. He didn't have much left in him but neither did she. She pulled back on his hair, because she wanted to look at him. His eyes were dark, full of lust and desire. He grinned softly at her, and then moaned loudly, releasing himself inside her. His back shook, and his body tightened. He pushed up into her as he exploded, his hand coming around her neck, pushing it to the side so he could bite down on her shoulder.
Ariel came too, a little later though, while Daryl put her on the floor. Turns out his tongue and finger worked just as well as his penis did.
"Rick." Daryl said, walking with Ariel outside of their cell block. Ariel was only a pace behind him, for which she had done on purpose. She wanted to get a nice look at his backside, even though he hadn't been naked. She had enjoyed that, them being clothed and taking a moment to fulfill their basic animal instinct with each other. She couldn't tell which she liked more, when he was rough with her, taking what he needed from her, or when he was careful and considerate, making sure that she got what she needed before he got what he wanted. Both were equally good, depending her mood.
But unfortunately now was not the time to think about good Daryl Dixon was in bed, even though he most definitely was. Now was about Rick and Rick was kneeling over a woman with dreadlocks, bloody and bruised, a samurai sword discarded to the side.
"Who the hell is this?" Daryl asked.
"Wanna tell us your name?" Rick asked gently. "Wanna tell us your name?"
When she didn't answer, Rick continued, picking up the samurai sword. "We'll keep this safe and sound. The doors are all locked. You'll be safe here. And we can treat that." he pointed to her wound.
"I didn't ask for your help."
"Doesn't matter, we can't let you leave." he looked over to Ariel. "Get Hershel for me, please."
Ariel nodded and went back inside the cell block to get Hershel. He grabbed his crutches as she gathered the supplies they needed to tend for the wound. As Hershel made his way out, Ariel followed behind him, dumping the bag the bag to the floor.
"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way." Rick told the woman. "But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula."
"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl."
"Christ," Ariel said, looking at Hershel.
"Were they attacked?" he asked, terrified.
"They were taken." she answered grimly.
"Taken, by whom?"
"By the same son of a bitch who shot me." she snapped.
"Hey, these are our people." Rick growled. "You tell us what happened now!" he grabbed her gunshot wound and the woman stood up, slapping his hand away.
"Don't you ever touch me again!" she yelled.
"You'd better start talking." Daryl said. "You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound."
"Find them yourself." she snapped.
"Daryl," Ariel scolded. "Put it down." she walked up to the woman and handed her a cloth as a sign of peace. The woman took it but didn't press it against her skin. "You came here for a reason." Ariel looked at her. "Those two people are our family; we need to know what happened. Please."
The woman surveyed her before deciding she was worthy of an answer. "There's a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors, I think they were taken there. It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor, pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type."
"He got muscle?" Daryl asked.
"Paramilitary wannabes." she muttered. "They have armed sentries on every wall."
"Do you know a way in?" Rick asked.
"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through."
"How did you find us?"
"They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, that it was a straight shot."
Ariel smiled gratefully. "Thank you." she put her hand on Hershel's shoulder. "Hershel is that girl's father; he'll take care of your wound."
While Hershel stayed behind, Rick and Daryl and Ariel walked into the cell block, Carl keeping watch on Hershel.
When they walked back in, Rick filled in everyone on what had happened. Beth was on the stairs, looking halfway between annoyed and scared, feeding Judith.
"How do you know we can trust her?" Oscar asked when Rick finished his tale.
"This is Maggie and Glenn," Beth said. "Why are we even debating?"
"We ain't," Daryl said. "I'll go after them."
"Me too," Ariel nodded. She was surprised when Daryl didn't disagree with her.
"All right," Rick nodded. "Let's pack up then."
Daryl nodded and began to rummage through their things to make a travel bag for them. Ariel followed to help, murmuring to him in a low voice.
"We should back some tear gas,"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Flash bangs too, never know what you're gonna need." he bumped her with his shoulder. "You ready for this?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Different story, people. We've dealt with walkers, but fighting against people, that's somethin' different."
"We did it before."
"Not like this." he told her.
"It'll be okay." she told him. "We're strong, you me and Rick, we're a good team. And with just us focusing on protecting each other, it'll be better than a whole group."
"Sounds like you're tryin' to convince yourself, not me."
"Doesn't matter either way." she said, zipping up the bag and putting it over her shoulder. "We have work to do; we just got to do it now."
He stared at her. "We'll get them back."
"I know we will." she kissed him. "I love you, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know." he slapped her butt and they made their way to the car.
They stopped the car on the side of the road, Rick getting out of the driver's seat. The three of them got out following, looking at the woman who stared around the forest.
"They have patrols. We're better off on foot."
"How far?" Rick asked. "Night's coming."
"It's a mile, maybe two."
Rick nodded, waiting for Ariel and Daryl to get their stuff properly on them before they began their walk, the woman in front leading them.
As they walked through the forest, Ariel stood between Rick and Daryl. She had her knife in her right hand and Rick's hand was brushing her left. Every once and a while when a noise would sound, even a rustle of the leaves, he would touch her. She did not think that he was scared, not this man, but more of just to reassure himself that she was next to him. After what had happened in the boiler room, if anything, it had only brought them closer together.
"You know," Rick said, looking at the ground. "What you two did for me, for my baby, while I was...working things out...thank you."
"It's what we do." Daryl answered.
Ariel smiled lightly, gripping Rick's hand. She had been hoping for a little bit more of an extravagant moment between the two of them but this was all that they graced her with. She honestly wished that they would just lose it with each other, but in a good way, and hug one another. They hadn't not since she had known them, but for some weird reason she hoped for it. Ariel had a thing for a well developed bromance.
When a groan sounded, Daryl called it. They took a moment for themselves, getting in formation but not firing any guns. They made a few moves, Daryl releasing one arrow, Rick and Ariel putting their knives through heads, but there was too many of the walkers and not enough people.
"This way." Rick said, and they all followed. They ran towards a small cabin, Rick holding the door so everyone could get in.
"Jesus," Daryl said, putting his hand over his nose. "What's that smell?"
"What the hell is that?" Ariel breathed, her eyes becoming watery from the smell. There were some disgusting looking remains on the floor. "I think it's a fox." she said sadly.
"I guess Lassie went home." Daryl muttered.
"Shut up, that's not funny." she jumped, the walkers at the cabin growling and scraping at the door.
Rick got Daryl's attention and walked over to a lumpy bed. Daryl had his crossbow ready while Rick's hand extended slowly to the cover. When he undid it, a man jolted up with a gun ready.
"Who the hell are you?" he yelled.
"We don't mean any harm." Rick said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Get outta my house!"
"Okay, okay, okay. We will but we can't right now."
"Now!"
"Shut him up!" Ariel hissed.
"Get out right now!"
"There are walkers outside!"
"I'll call the cops!"
"I am a cop. Now, I need you to lower the gun." Rick said, lowering his own. "Don't do anything rash. Everything's fine. Let's just...let's just take this nice and slow okay?" his hands were out.
The man however was not as calm as Rick Grimes. "Show me your badge!" He said, pointing the gun straight at Rick's face.
"Hey!" Ariel snapped, moving forward. "You better back the hell up."
The man pointed the gun at her instead, Daryl tensing. Ariel was not in the mood for this shit today. She moved the gun quickly; it fired off but thankfully didn't hit anyone. Ariel broke the man's hand quickly, twisting and shoving it in awkward ways, the gun dropping out of his hand. He screamed, the walkers outside getting antsy, and she punched him in the stomach. The man, on his knees whimpering bit down on her leg.
"Son of a bitch!" she yelled, kicking him away.
He got up and went ton his way, yelling and screaming like a maniac before the woman took her sword and plunged it into his heart.
"Remember the Alamo?" Daryl said, checking through the little slits between wood that covered the door.
"Help me with the door." Rick said to the woman and Daryl. He looked back at Ariel. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll go check the back." she said, opening the door lightly. "It's clear," she called as they threw the man out to the walkers. Ariel felt a little bad but not enough to make her look back as they ran outside the house and far away from the walkers.
"Christ," Ariel snapped. "This is walkers; I don't even want to see what people are going to try to do to us."
sorry it sucked guys, been a very bad week for me. two people died, so ive been watching tv but haven't had the heart to write. hopefully i get back my mojo soon.
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