CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I woke up and stretched, the sun not even coming up yet. I rolled over and looked at Daryl. His mouth was half open and he had twisted since we first laid down. He looked so adorable like that. Too bad I was going to wake him up.
I gently shook him, not doing any real damage as he just rolled over and grunted.
"Daryl," I whispered by his ear, putting my hand on his shoulder, "whatever you're dreaming of, I can top it."
His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
"What?" he asked turning to look at me. So, that's how you get a guy to wake up. Noted.
I crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. He was awake now. I smiled mischievously, bending down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me back. I deepened the kiss, enjoying the intimacy. We still hadn't had sex and we barely had time to really fool around anymore.
He rolled over, surprising me, and pushed himself on top, still kissing me. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him down. He let out a low, short, husky moan. Damn. That was hot. I ran my hand over his back, feeling his scars. His hands went under my shirt and ran over my stomach, leaving cold chills.
I reminded my self of the task at hand and pulled away from him, nearly killing myself in the process. He looked at me one eye brow raised and it was really mother effin hard to not say forget it, let's just do it all day.
"We have morning shift," I whispered, still a bit husky from being Daryl's alarm clock. He was still on top of me, lips pursed. Ugh, he looked so good.
"Damn," he whispered back, "It's not like they won't be up for another.." he peaked out our window, "three or so hours. We can do our patrol in less than an hour. I'd say that would give us plenty of time.."
I sat up, biting my lip. I would never be able to live it down if Michonne heard us. And it would be even worse if I woke up Jack or Miriam. Or their kid. But it had been so long...
"I don't know, Daryl. I think we're kind of loud.." I felt so embarrassed to say it, but better to be embarrassed in front of Daryl than to have to hear about it from Michonne.
"How would you know?" he asked, his hands still under my shirt. And now I have to tell him that Michonne has actually heard us before. Not seen us, heard us. I don't know which one would have been more embarrassing. I would almost prefer her walking in on us then hearing us.
"Well, I've... I've been told that we're kind of loud.." I felt my face getting red. Ugh.
"Like, our moans?" he asked blatantly. Oh my god. Seriously?
"Yes, like our.. moans. Either way, we're too loud and I'm not going to do it with a little girl right above us." I playfully pushed him off me, standing up and taking my sweat pants off. It was time to get ready for the day and we still had patrol.
"Kyra, are you avoiding sex?" he asked sarcastically, grabbing my pants I was about to put on from my hands. Great. Now he had my pants.
"No! Daryl, give me my pants!" I demanded, holding my hand out.
"Not until you admit you're avoiding sex. Am I bad?" Daryl asked. Dear lord, he wasn't being sarcastic. He really thought it was because he was bad in bed. Oh my goodness.
"Daryl, no. You're not 'bad'!" I threw up the air quotes, getting irritated. "You're wonderful. Can I have my pants back?"
"No. I need to know why. We haven't had sex since before I left the prison. That was five months ago." He looked almost hurt. If he knew how badly I wanted to do him every time he gave me a look, maybe then he'd know it's purely because I didn't want to do it and be heard.
"Because we're freakishly loud. So, maybe one day when we'll be alone for a good two hours, you can take me wherever the hell you want. But as of now, we have to go on patrol." I crossed my arms. I really needed those damn pants.
"Fine," he gave in, throwing my pants down at my feet. He sat down on the bed and I wasn't sure if it was defeat on his face or if he really thought I wasn't attracted to him.
I left the pants in the floor and walked over to him, sitting in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. Here goes to restoring a mans pride.
"Daryl, you know that I love sex with you. And you know that if given the chance, I would kiss you from top to bottom. From here," I laid my index finger on his temple, "to here," I slid my finger down, making a trail across his face and stopping at his jaw bone. I continued, stopping at various places along his neck, shoulders, and chest. "And here," I leaned up, whispering in his ear as my finger landed on his hip and, then a bit more down south. He raised his eyebrows, not used to me being so, erm, playful.
"Well, when you put it that way, why don't we just find ourselves a little get away place. I'm sure there's a hotel less than an hour from here." he grinned and I rolled my eyes, getting off of him.
"You're a horny thing, huh?" I joked, picking my pants up from the floor. I stepped into them, pulling them up and buttoning them.
"It's your fault. You shouldn't wake me up by being a tease." he stood up, putting his clothes on. We dressed in silence, feeling our way through the dark.
"So, can we talk about why you really don't want to have sex?" he asked, blocking the doorway. I looked at him confused. Did he not get what I just told him.
"What's the real reason?" I asked, figuring he obviously knew more about me than me.
"It's because of the baby, right? We haven't had sex since you found out you were pregnant." He crossed his arms. I guess he felt pretty good about himself right now.
"Daryl that's not... Well, it's part of that, yeah." I gave in, thinking that maybe he'd open up and start talking about the baby. And because it really was part of the reason.
"Is it because you're afraid of getting pregnant again? Because I can go out and get some form of protection. If you're not ready for that-"
"That's not why, Daryl.." I pinched the bridge of my nose, surprised that he was actually willing to wear a condom. Wait, no I wasn't.
"Then talk to me!" He threw his arms in the air. Walking over to me, he held my face in his hands, looking me in the eyes. Seriously, Daryl? Seriously?
"Daryl, it's about you not talking to me about the baby. Not the other way around. I don't want to open up if you're not going to. And yes, the pun was intended." Another mental high five for Kyra!
He closed his eyes, sighing loudly, and opened them again. "So I'm cock blocked until I talk about the baby?" he asked, and I stifled a life, trying to keep a straight face for his sake. He let go of my face, looking tired. The smile left my face. Time to be serious.
"What's there to say? It died, I was sad, I needed someone to blame. I wanted to blame you really bad, but I didn't." I took his hand, holding it limply in mine. "I got over it and I didn't know how to tell you because you'd want me to pour my heart out and tell you my feelings about the baby, but really, I just want to be a dad. It doesn't have to be soon. It doesn't have to be for awhile, but I want kids. I didn't think I did until I found out that I was going to be a dad. And now that's all I really want." He pulled me close, wrapping one arm around my waist and one hand held my chin up. "And sex. I want that, too." he said quietly.
So, it was out on the table. He just wanted to be a dad. And sex. With Daryl Dixon, never forget the sex.
"Ok," I said quietly, hugging him. I pulled away a moment later and walked out the door. It was time to do the patrol, past time really. I picked up my little knife from the drawer I always kept it on at night.
It was a little chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle. I didn't bother getting a jacket and stuck to my jeans boots and an old graphic T-shirt that was a few sizes too big. Daryl came out a few minutes later, sleeveless shirt on as normal. I would nag him for it, but those arms looked so good, who could?
We walked around the yard, not seeing any, and made our way to the creek. I dreaded this part. We both sat down and took our shoes off, rolled our pants up, and hesitantly put our toes in the water.
"This sucks," Daryl complained halfway across. "We need to build a bridge or something."
"I second that motion," I agreed, tripping. Daryl grabbed my arm, waiting until I was steady before we continued walking.
We got out of the creek as the sun slowly made it's way up the sky. It was pretty. And I reached over and laced my fingers with Daryl's as we walked. It would almost feel normal if we weren't carrying weapons and checking for walkers.
I was happy now. He finally talked. I guess he was happy too. He knew he was going to be able to not talk about it now. And I knew he wanted to be a dad.
And one day, I would let him. But not for a long long time.
