Authors Note: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO THREATEN YOU IF YOU WROTE FASTER
Happy Valentine's day, friends (: I'm writing this for you.
Charlie POV
I saunter in circles around the barn, the faint moans coming from inside are easier to hear when I get closer. I always try to peak in, see how many are inside, but it's hard to tell.
Adam is chatting with the kids, which is highly dangerous. The stories he could tell them would scar the poor children for life.
I take a bite out of an orange and juice spills down the sides of my face. It's so sweet and refreshing on this painfully hot day, but I still just pace the barn, keeping watch.
"Charlie!" Beth calls, coming over to me. I'm almost surprised to see her because she almost never leaves the house. She has a small smile on her face, her delicate fingers clutching around a book.
"What is it, Beth?" I ask and glance in her direction. She holds out a book with just a rose on the front. I take it from her and flip through it.
"It's empty," I say as I scan the blank pages.
"I know. Adam say you're a writer. I thought you would like that."
"What else did that sweet brother of mine say?" I ask, being slightly sarcastic.
"I don't like repeating those words." She giggled. "I need to help get supper ready. Goodbye!"
I nod my head and give a slight smile. "Bye!"
She skips off and I turn back to the barn, running my hands over the grooves of the wood, watching the walkers mindlessly walk around.
What should I write in the journal?
Daryl POV
I couldn't help but watch Charlie. She was kind of perfect in a certain imperfect way. Her raven colored hair was soft and always neat and her shinning blue eyes where always filled with curiosity.
"Starin' at my sister's ass?" A particularly annoying voice snickered to me.
"No I ain't," I said, turning to see Adam smirking at me. I could feel warmth sneaking onto the bridge of my nose and onto my cheeks. I was blushing.
"Yes you were. It's okay. Just no touching," Adam said and smirked. "She's a no... But I'm a yes."
I rolled my eyes and turned, walking off. I didn't need this idiot bothering me now. I just wanted to talk to Charlie.
"You know I may have lost my left hand, but my right one is the one with all the magic!" He called after me.
I am so done with his shit.
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Charlie was doing laundry alone and humming something. I went behind her and slipped a hand around her waist. Her reaction to my touch was amazing. Her face turned a shade of pink and she let out a gasp of surprise that sent a small shiver down my spine.
"Daryl." Her voice was like silk and I smiled, planting small kisses on her neck.
She blushed darker and let out a weak moan and a whisper of my name. I couldn't help but smile widely. She snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me closer against herself. I leaned in and kissed her lips.
Each time we kissed was better than the last. Her lips were tender and I could feel her smile against my lips. She rested her hand on my jawline and traced small circles on my cheek with her thumb.
The kiss slowly became more passionate and I pushed my tongue past her lips, resulting in a slight moan from her, her fingers gripping my shirt.
I began to move my hands up her waist gently, my mind numb with thoughts.
Charlie. Damn Charlie. She just happened to be perfect and she was in my hands. With me. In a world like this Charlie was the only one who could make me feel lucky. I was about to move further with her, but there was a loud squeal.
"OH MY GOD ARE YOU BANGING!?" Adam screeched, Beth behind him, laughing uncontrollably.
Charlie pulled away, her face going dark crimson. I quickly turned to him and glared. Adam flinched and took a step back, putting his hands up.
"Whoa sorry..."
I grumbled some curses after him and followed after Charlie as she rushed off, embarrassed about being caught.
Adam could be dubbed as the King of Cockblock.
Authors Note: heheh spoiled.
Please review because I love you. Also I'm starting a tradition. They will be pick up lines because those are a fun thing. A new one after every chapter. LIVA WRITE ONE NEXT TIME.
Dirty Daryl pick up line:
The walkers are coming... And so am I.
(Note from Liva- I refuse to partake in pickup lines that don't have to do with you and your ginger man candy.)
