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The group pulled into the outskirts of a town with a few possible stores who at one time stocked medicine. They needed antibiotics but would settle for anything to help with fever and wound care. Carl's hand wasn't infected yet and it would be best if they could avoid it from happening.
"You three take the Walgreens, Val and me are gonna hit the doctor's office up the road." Daryl instructed, Glenn looking as if he wanted to argue about splitting up but Daryl beat him to the punch, "It'll be faster and we can handle it."
"Alright." Glenn conceded, "One hour or we'll come looking for you."
"Sure thing Shortstack." Daryl quipped, "Try not to get lost."
"Shuddup Dixon." Glenn muttered but grinned, "Try not to get distracted." The man wiggled his eyebrows, which made Daryl ears burn, making Glenn laugh.
Valentine rolled her eyes and muttered, "Let's go."
The pair headed down the trash filled streets, a few dead bodies lay rotting in the sun. The smell was wafting through the tiny roads making Valentine's nose wrinkle.
"Somethin' smells bad." She muttered while they edged their way closer to the doctor's office.
"Everythin' smells bad nowadays Val." Daryl commented with a grin. Giving him a wry look she murmured, "Smartass."
The man chuckled while sliding through a gap in a fenceline to cross a overgrown field. On the otherside of the lot was the back of a tiny doctors office. Valentine could see the place had been raided already, its back door hanging wide open.
"Ain't gonna have what we need." Daryl muttered, his body low as they wove through the waist high grass. Valentine followed closely, her eyes scanning the area while watching her feet, the grass was so high it hid everything dangerous.
"Maybe the others will get lucky." She replied, the couple finally reaching the structure.
Knocking on the side Daryl listened as the unsteady feet of a walker crunched on glass and broken furniture. The man in a sweater vest stumbled into the sunshine, his torn up arms showing Valentine how he died. Daryl's bolt pierced through it's right eye effortlessly, the corpse falling to the ground with a loud thud.
When everything was silent the pair headed inside the trashed office building. With a flashlight out and weapons up Daryl cleared the whole complex with Valentine on his tail. Every cabinet seemed to be opened, some pried with crowbars and other's smashed open with blunt objects. Furniture was overturned and windows broken. Whoever had gone through the place was thorough.
"Fuck," Daryl grunted, kicking a empty box labeled IV bags. "Should head back. We ain't findin' nothing in this town."
"Probably right." Valentine replied, stepping over a coatrack and bypassing a pile of broken glass. "Whoever came through here knew what to look for."
After scanning any cabinets not opened Valentine came back with one box of band-aids and a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Daryl's jaw was set tight and she could see the stress beginning to fill him. They needed to make sure Carl didn't get sick from his injury and the only way to assure that was to have antibiotics.
"A'right. Let's go." He drawled, his teeth chewing into his bottom lip. "Let's go back the longer way, see if we find anything along the way."
"Sounds good." She answered, following him out the back door and to the opposite direction they came. If they circled around they could meet up with the group before they left for the rendezvous point.
The smell kept getting stronger as they walked and the more nervous Valentine got. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end and her grip tightened on her machete.
"Somethin's wrong." Daryl muttered from in front of her. "Ya feel it?"
"Yeah." She replied her dark eyes scanning the trees and forest floor. "It smells worse."
"Gotta be a herd." Daryl whispered, his back ramrod straight and his ears turned to the wind to catch any stray sound. The couple stayed still for what felt like hours until Daryl rasped, "I hear walkers but they ain't getting' closer. Maybe stuck somewhere."
"Wanna go see? Make sure they won't be a problem." Valentine asked her eyes catching Daryl's strained ones. The man nodded, his lip firmly chewed between his teeth, "Careful."
"Always." She murmured back with a grin.
Daryl led them to a chain-link fence surrounding a warehouse of some kind. The long building looked to be a distribution center for a grocery chain. Glancing over his shoulder at her with something akin to hope Daryl rasped, "Ya think it's empty?"
"I don't know. Seeing the office I'd say yeah but smelling it? May be too overrun for someone to have gotten to it."
"A'right," he planned out loud, "We go round, see what we see. If it looks like it ain't been hit we bring back others."
Nodding she ticked her chin telling him to head out, her body was tense and mind sharp. The smell was becoming stronger the closer they got to the loading docks and Valentine couldn't help but think of Sanctuary. It smelled like the writhing undead walls that surrounded the living hell and soon it sounded like it also. The groaning and snarls that rode the breeze had Daryl's tread pausing midstride, the man obviously hearing the sound of at least a couple dozen corpses.
"You hear it too right?" she asked quietly, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her. Daryl dipped his chin and then trudged onward eventually leading them to a spot to view the loading docks of the warehouse. The trucks parked at them were labeled with grocery store chain names and giant pictures of canned food. Valentine's eyes narrowed at the sight before her, the trucks like beacons of hope, huge billboards screaming for scavengers to come inside. In front of the trucks was a swarm of undead surrounding a disabled vehicle, their claw-like hands and mouths gnashing at what was inside.
"It's a trap." Daryl remarked, his narrowed gaze landing on hers.
"Yep. Looks like they caught someone too. I see at least two inside." She replied, her mind thinking of the best plan of action. Part of her wanted to turn around and walk the other way. It wasn't their fight but the other side pictured what it would be like if it were Daryl and her trapped inside. Valentine thought about how if they were in the same situation she would want someone to risk it for them.
"We can draw them away. Help 'em get out." she spoke while scanning the fence for weaknesses. "This is probably sturdy fencing, they'd want it to be secure to keep the prey in."
Daryl was looking down at her silently, his fingers curled in the fencing. "We don't know them."
"No but we can if we help." She replied with honest eyes and added, "Plus maybe they have antibiotics to trade."
Daryl nodded instantly and then instructed, "Draw 'em this way, like at the prison. You stab 'em when they get here while I circle around and help 'em get out."
"Alright." She spoke while stepping into him, her hand resting over his chest. Standing on her toes she kissed him firmly, her forehead pushing against his. Daryl's hand came up to cup the back of her neck as he growled into her mouth.
"Be safe." She whispered against his panting lips. Nodding against her sweaty skin Daryl rasped, "You too darlin'."
Valentine got to the fence and began trailing her blade across the metal link, the loud clacking announcing her presence to the undead horde. She whistled sharply, while shaking the fence, the rattling bringing the shambling corpses her way.
The first of the group slammed into the fence allowing her to use her hunting knife to put down walker after walker. As the bodies began to fall, one after another she watched as two men climbed out of the car, both killing any stranglers that had trapped them inside the car. Daryl was there shooting bolts at the undead more interested in them rather than her. Valentine's arm was throbbing as she stabbed another handful of dead, the bodies piling up at the fence like debris at a damn. Keeping an eye on the trio inside the fence she watched as Daryl got them both out of the parking lot. Once the gates slammed closed behind them she left her position. Jogging along the fence she kept her eyes jumping from her surroundings to Daryl who was now alone with two strangers. Her heart was racing as she came around the corner to see two men with partially raised hands as Daryl kept the bow on them.
Valentine was sprayed with walker blood, her arms covered in it from killing the fence line of undead. With one curved blade out she approached, her eyes pinning the new men.
"Ya good?" Daryl asked his eyes scanning her for injury. Nodding she looked over the two men carefully. Both were clean, clean enough to make her wary. They were from a larger group who had a lot of resources. Not even living in sanctuary had she been able to look as put together.
"Thank you both…" one man began but Valentine ordered, "weapons on the ground."
They hesitated but the taller man dipped his chin to the redhead. The removed their guns and blades before raising their hands. Valentine slid her blade away and patted them down, her hands sliding over both looking for any hidden weapons.
"I don't know what we would've done if you hadn't come along." He continued, his breath still rapid and eyes wild. Valentine watched as he looked over his friend, his eyes moving much like Daryl's were when she arrived.
"I'm Eric." The thinner one introduced himself before motioning to the curly haired man who had spoken first, "This is Aaron."
Valentine glanced at Daryl who rolled one shoulder as if letting her decide the next move. "Valentine and that's Daryl."
"Valentine huh?" Aaron spoke with a smile, "Well thank you both."
"Who set the trap?" Daryl asked his eyes skipping to the dead they hadn't killed, the gate becoming lined with them.
"We don't know. We didn't realize it was a trap until too late." Aaron explained, his eyes telling her his words were honest. There was an anger in them but also an edge of guilt. She could tell he felt like he let his partner down by getting them trapped.
"How big's your camp?" Valentine asked, changing the subject to more important information.
"How do you-?" Eric began but Valentine interrupted, "You're clean, you have fresh clothes and despite being a little worse for wear you look like you're well fed. How big's your camp?"
She watched them look at each other and then come to some kind of decision.
"We have a community, a safe zone." Aaron explained, his hand reaching for his backpack causing Daryl's bow to rise to his head. The man paused and assured, "I'm just getting some pictures. We're recruiters. I show them to possible new residents."
The words recruiters and residents had Valentines heart racing. If they were organized enough to need recruiters and had enough supplies to bring in new group members, their camp had to be established. Not to mention the word resident evoked a connotation of a permanent home, an actual residence.
"Lets move this party." Valentine instructed, her eyes scanning the trees, "Whoever set this trap will be back for their kill. I don't want to be anywhere near here."
"Who the hell are they?!" Glenn exclaimed as Valentine walked through the brush with Aaron and Eric on her heels followed by Daryl.
"This is Aaron and Eric." She replied, her eyes looking at the empty bags with a frown, "Nothin?"
"No. Are you going to tell me who they are?"
"I just fucking told you Glenn." She snapped, her frustration at not finding the medicine they needed making her short tempered. Daryl touched her elbow and murmured, "We'll find some. Don't worry."
"What are you looking for?" Eric asked while stepping forward. Glenn raised his rifle and growled, "Don't move."
"Okay, Okay just… what are you looking for? Maybe we can help since you helped us." Aaron offered, his large blue eyes anything but deceitful.
"We need antibitoics." Noah blurted, before looking guiltily at Valentine. Shrugging she glanced at the strangers and asked, "You got drugs back at your place?"
They seemed hesitant to tell them, their eyes speaking to each other silently.
"How many's in your group?" Aaron asked, "We need to protect ourselves, Im sure you understand."
"We can take them back with us." Rosita suggested.
"They riding on the hood?" Daryl snarked, " We don't got the space."
"We have a car… its about ten miles west of here." Eric supplied, before suggesting, "We can follow you back to your camp."
Valentine rolled her shoulders, the tension getting to her now that they were talking about returning to the group with new people. It wasn't her position to bring strangers into the camp, it didn't sit right with her but they needed to make a decision. It didn't seem like they were bad guys nor were they a threat but it didn't mean they weren't dangerous.
Glenn motioned for them to step aside, Valentine and Daryl huddling together while Noah and Rosita watched the new men with weapons drawn. "They got a place. Call it a safe zone." Daryl described, his eyes skipping to Aaron and Eric. Glenn watched them with new eyes, hope visibly filling him. "You believe it?"
Valentine shrugged, "They look the part."
"Val and me will go with them, meet you back at camp." Daryl concluded, his eyes landing on her for agreement. Giving it to him she added, "We'll get all the info we need. If it doesn't seem right, we'll take care of it."
Glenn looked at her with concerned eyes but nodded just the same. He knew what she meant when she said they would take care of it. Both Valentine and Daryl would do pretty much anything to keep the group safe and if it meant killing possible threats, they'd do it without blinking.
"How long have you been together?" Eric asked as Valentine held a barbwire fence open for the others to climb through. Raising an eyebrow at the man she asked, "Who?"
"You're group? Or you two, which ever." He answered with a smile, the friendliness in his eyes throwing Valentine off.
"Truthfully I have no idea. Long enough to trust each other." She replied with a shrug, "You?"
"Aaron and I have been together for a two years. Our camp has been around for awhile now. The walls weren't always there but we worked hard to get them up." He described openly, Aaron however seemed more reserved about providing details. It made her trust them a little bit more that he was holding back. If it was too easy Valentine couldn't help but think it was too good to be true. A dangerous honey pot.
"How many is in this safe zone?" she inquired her eyes watching both men for deception. Daryl was listening from behind them, his bow resting in his arm while watching the surroundings. He appeared to be relaxed but she could see the crinkle in his eye as he sorted through their words and actions. His subtly was why he was so observant.
"45 right now." Eric spoke after looking for permission from Aaron. Valentine's eyebrow shot up at the answer and her gaze jumped to Daryl's. He looked just as surprised but schooled his reaction better than her. Feeling more nervous than before she started wondering if they were making the correct decision. They would be far out numbered and if the new group was dangerous there wouldn't be much Valentine or Daryl could do about it.
"How about your group?" Aaron asked, his curious eyes jumping between the two of them. Daryl rolled his lip between his teeth roughly before grunting, "Enough."
Valentine smirked at him and glanced at Aaron who looked just as amused.
"Man of few words." Eric quipped his green eyes shining. "We just want to get to know you. I promise we aren't dangerous."
Daryl grunted in response, his piercing eyes bouncing between the men before landing on Valentine. She could read him like a book, he wanted to believe but wouldn't trust the men's word until proven true.
"15." Valentine answered after the silence stretched out, "plenty of able bodied men and women who will fight to the death to protect each other so let's hope y'all are telling the truth."
Aaron swallowed thickly and nodded, "are you in charge?"
Snorting she looked over at Daryl who hid a smirk from the men, his bow releasing a bolt into the shuffling dead nearby. "Nah," He rasped with a chuckle, yanking the bolt out of the dead man's head. "She just sounds bossy."
Rick was standing with Glenn and Rosita when they pulled up to gate enclosing the storage unit lot. Daryl slid out of the Subaru the men had and met Rick at the gate, both nodding to each other.
"Well?" Rick rasped as he pulled the gate open to let the vehicle in. Daryl stepped through and helped lock up while watching the new men park. Valentine was inside still and he couldn't help but hold his breath waiting for something bad to happen.
"Helped 'em out of a tight spot. They got a group and were out lookin' for people." He explained as the three people climbed out of the car, his lungs releasing a breath when he got sight of Valentine.
Rick nodded and strode forward, his body tense and eyes calculating. Daryl cringed as he realized he should've been clearer about the men's intention and things were about to get heated.
"On the groun' now!" Rick barked, his gun drawn catching Aaron and Eric off guard. The others joined him, their guns raised as their leader hollered rapid orders at the men. Valentine was trying to calm everyone down while Rick shoved Aaron and Eric to their knees. Daryl headed for Rick to get control of the situation.
"They don't got weapons!" Daryl shouted pushing Abraham back to get to Rick's side. Rick had his revolver aimed at Aaron's forehead, the kneeling man looking shocked but holding his own. Eric looked more traumatized by the situation but kept quiet. Valentine was growling at Rick, her hand yanking his gun away while shoving him backwards. The man looked like he was about to take a swing at her making Daryl step towards the pair. Valentine slapped Abrahams hand away when he tried to help her control Rick, her eyes blazing. "I got it," she snapped while pushing Rick to the furthest parking spot away from the group. Daryl stood next to Aaron who stayed on his knees with his partner. Aaron glanced up at Daryl and asked, "you and Valentine are together right?"
Daryl grunted while nodding, his eyes focusing on his brother and his woman who looked to be walking the edge of a full out brawl. Both sneering at each other with bared teeth and wild eyes. They were both feral when emotional.
"So what are they?" Aaron asked, causing Daryl to look over at the man who was staring at the two also.
"Twins." Daryl responded without any thought or hesitation, and after it was out he realized how true it was despite the pair not being related. Both Rick and Valentine had the same monster on their back, an emotional wreckage born of grief and guilt. They were cut from the same cloth and both struggled to overcome the mental scar tissue the new world had caused them.
"Oh I didn't realize."
"They ain't really it's just... They're the same."
Aaron nodded, his clearer eyes watching the two speak in hushed tones, Valentine fisting Rick's shirt while he griped her wrist. It made Daryl grind his teeth, his protective nature wanting to rip the other man's arms off and beat him with them. Daryl knew however that if anyone could handle Rick, it was Valentine.
Valentine clutched Rick's dirty flannel and growled, "listen t'me goddamnit."
Squeezing her wrist painfully Rick sneered, "say what ya gotta say so I can get back to protectin' my family."
"That's the point of this you dumbshit." She barked, "they got a place with walls. It sounds- You know I'm not an damn optimist."
Rick nodded, his hand loosening and then falling to his side. The tension drained from his frame and he listened to her. Valentine let go of his shirt but stayed close, her voice low and clear.
"They got something though, Rick. More than we got."
"Could be another Sanctuary." He offered, his hands resting on his hips while looking at her sideways. "Another Negan." He added with taunting eyes.
Valentine bared her teeth and gave him a look that could kill weaker men. Rick cringed at himself and shook his head, "sorry.. Val fuck, sorry. I'm just pissed off."
"As I was saying." She growled, her eyes angry and fed up, "the way I see it, we go check it out. It may be something good, it may not but we saved their asses out there. That's a debt and most people still speak that language. Payment for services rendered. They could have antibiotics that Carl needs."
Rick was nodding by the end and he looked properly abashed for his behavior. He had obviously thought she had risked them without any thought or planning.
"And if they don't want to pay?" Rick asked his brow furrowed and his eyes jumping to the two men standing near his family. Valentine watched his fists clench, his thumb twisting his wedding ring anxiously.
"Hey." She murmured, catching his attention, "you know I'll do what has to be done to take care of him. If they have drugs, I'll get them."
Rick swallowed thickly and she could see his eyes fill with tears. He gave her a jerky nod and stepped forward, pulling her into a one armed hug. Pulling back he pressed his forehead against hers and rasped, "thank you."
She smiled slightly and replied, "no problem. Now calm the fuck down and stop freaking everyone out. That's my job."
He stepped back and chuckled, his blue eyes jumping to the others. Valentine could see Daryl looking more than a little tense. A few of the others were giving her a strange look but she blew it off. She knew her relationship with Rick was odd to some. They were close and from the outside it looked weird. Valentine couldn't really explain it but for some reason Rick and her were two sides of the same coin. They had shared quite a bit with each other and shared the same survivors guilt. That closeness caused a deep understanding of each other.
Walking back to the others Rick approached the two men, his stride aggressive and his boots scuffing the ground loudly. Valentine rolled her eyes at Daryl making his lip twitch as she joined him. His hand slid along her lower back as if checking on her well being, his eyes asking the question silently.
"I'm good."
"And him?"
"For now." She replied watching Rick pat the men down with natural police procedures. Then he ordered Glenn to go through their packs. Rick was winding himself up again, she could see it but held back to see if he could control his anxiety.
"How manys in your town?" He asked gruffly, his eyes jumping between the men while his hand rest loosely on his revolvers hilt.
"We already told Valentine everything."
"How many's in your town." Rick snarled his jaw set tightly as he glared at them. Eric looked offended but Aaron rolled with it, repeating everything he had told Valentine and then some. She could tell Aaron was more seasoned to dealing with aggressive people. He had a calmness that he exuded that seemed to rub off on the others. Even Rick calmed down while speaking to the man. He didn't let his guard down but still began to loosen up. A plan began to loosely develop, one that included returning with Aaron and Eric to Alexandria.
Valentine headed inside to check on Carl while Rick had the men put in one of the storage units. She could see Aaron smiling as he caught sight of Judith in Beth's arms. Kneeling down next to Carl she asked, "How're you feeling?"
"Good. Bored. Dad won't let me do anything." Carl complained with a roll to the eyes. Valentine smirked and suggested, "Maybe he just wants you to heal up."
"Or maybe he's being paranoid."
"Let me see it." Valentine ignored the muttered complaint and began unwinding the bandages wrapping his arm. The stitches were lining his injured palm, the skin around them irritated and puffy. Frowning she grabbed her bag, rooting around for more alcohol and ointment. Working slowly she tried to be careful but Carl grimaced as the stinging became too intense.
"Almost done." she murmured as she applied ointment to the area. While wrapping his hand back up in new bandages Eric spoke from across the hallway. "The antibiotics are for him?"
Glancing over at him she saw the men watching while being guarded by Rosita and Sasha. Nodding she replied, "He cut it the other day. Do you have them at your place?"
"Yeah. We can help your son." Aaron assured, his eyes honest and tone resolute. Valentine shook her head, "he's family but not my son. This Rick's sone Carl."
"Hey Carl. I'm Aaron and this is Eric."
"Hi. You guys have a camp?"
Eric smiled widely and described the safe zone, telling the teen about other kids who live there. Carl listened with narrowed eyes his face betraying the hope he tried to hide. squeezing his knee Valentine told him, "whatever happens, we'll be ok."
Valentine circled her sparring partner, Michonne's long legs gracefully rounding her also. Both women having been anxious all day while Rick planned their trip to Aaron and Eric's camp decided to train. It was a way Valentine used to get the anxious energy out. Smirking widely she let herself fall into the cocksure fighter she loved to be while in the ring. Gesturing to the woman Valentine drawled, "come on Chone, come get me."
"You're such a cocky bitch."
"Got reason to be sweetheart." She chuckled with a grin, her eyes bright and wide.
They moved around each other, they're hands and feet making periodic swipes. Michonne got a good leg kick in making Valentine stumble sideways, her feet barely catching her fall. Moving quickly the other woman rounded on Valentine, her arms trying to circle her. Taking a few evasive measure Valentine spun around her body slipping out of Michonne's grasp. They stumbled to the ground, both somersaulting away. Valentine grappled with her, her hands twisting limbs as Michonne kicked up and out.
"Come on." She grunted as she struggled to grab the quick woman. Michonne laughed as her grasp slipped, her legs kicking out to trip Valentine. "Come get me," she mocked with a bright grin.
Rolling with the fall Valentine was up and on her before Michonne could think of her next move. Grabbing the woman's wrist Valentine twisted it around and up her back making Michonne grunt in pain. Circling her neck she applied a choke hold, releasing the twisted limb in order to grapple easier. Michonne clutched her arms trying to get loose but Valentine took control, kicking the back of Michonne's knee making her collapse in front of her. Valentine yanked up, her forearm going under Michonne's tucked chin and getting the chokehold she wanted. Tightening her arm she rolled on the ground with Michonne as she fought to get loose only to finally tap out, her leather gloved hand smack Valentine's shoulder. Letting go she lay on her back panting as Michonne lay next to her equally as out of breath.
"Good round." She muttered before grinning at the woman. Michonne snorted, "no it wasn't. I lost."
"Almost had me though."
"Bullshit."
"Nope." She popped her lips and explained, "leg kick had me tumbling. If you'd have gotten a hold of me I'd probably have lost."
"Liar."
"Maybe a little but you could've." She chuckled with a grin, her hand reaching down to help Michonne to her feet.
"Where'd you learn how to fight?" A voice from the sidelines asked, Rosita was standing with her arms crossed and hip cocked to the side. The two women had gone on a few runs together and despite their initial scuffle hadn't had any other issues.
Valentine swallowed thickly and revealed personal details about her husband for one of the first times since his death. "My husband... He was army. We'd train when he was home."
She could feel too many sets of eyes on her making her look at the cement rather than raise her head.
"Musta been special forces. That shit is for frequent hand to hand." Abraham commented, his voice sounding gruff yet soft. Pursing her lips she glanced up and nodded, "yeah. Army ranger."
"Oh yeah." He remarked with a nod, "those fuckers are tough."
Valentine smirked with damp eyes and agreed, "yeah. He was."
The silence grew thick and awkward until she tried to break the tension, "except when we had mice in the attic. I had to deal with them while he squealed like a third grader."
A few chuckled and Valentine bit her lip as she thought about Paul as something other than just gone. Shaking her head a little Valentine cleared her throat before excusing herself, "gonna check on Carl."
"Ya doin' A'right?" Daryl asked from their little sleeping nook behind a pile of boxes. He watched her roll her shoulders as if trying to release the tension from her frame. "Eh." She muttered, "sure."
"C'mere." He instructed while gesturing to her to sit between his outstretched legs. Scooting over, Valentine relaxed as he began kneading her shoulders. A quiet moan slipped from her lips as his thumb ground against the knots striping her neck and upper back.
"Good?" He grunted as he slid his hands down to smooth out sore muscles lining her spine.
"Yeah." She sighed, her chin dropping to her chest. "Very."
Smirking at her breathless voice, Daryl kept massaging until her frame sank back into his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his chin her shoulder. They sat quietly while listening to the others settle in for the night. Daryl kissed the side of her neck, letting his lips rest against the warm skin.
Valentine turned her head, her mouth connecting with his slowly. He couldn't help but moan as her tongue slid a seductive path through his mouth. His fingers dug into her hair, twisting into it to keep her permanently attached to him.
"Val." Daryl groaned when she spun around to straddle his thighs. "Girl, e'vrybodys right there."
"Shhh." She murmured, her hand sliding to his belt quickly. With nimble fingers she unbuckled his leather belt with a snap, surprising the man. Chuckling until her warm hand dove inside to grip his hardening dick.
"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, "whatcha doin'?"
Her slow grin made him twitch in her hand, making her laugh. "What does it feel like Daryl? I'm not shaking your hand."
"Shuddup." He grunted before throwing his head back when her hand gave him a firm stroke. With surpringly no inhibitions, Daryl rolled his hips into her pumping hand. Moaning into her breast, Daryl's eyes slid shut as she worked him over.
When her mouth started sucking a hot, wet path up Daryl's neck he dug his fingers into the soft curve of her ass. "Jesus." She moaned into his ear, her hand rolling over the head before plunging down. "I like making you moan."
"Fuck. Whenever ya wanna," he growled, when her teeth dug into the meat of his shoulder. "ya can darlin'."
Almost too soon Daryl could feel his stomach clench and a deep burn rolling through his extremities. "Fuck. Val. I'm gonna..." He groaned, his teeth scraping up her neck.
"Yes. That's it." She encourage, her breath panting into his ear, "come on Dare."
The words caused a rush of heat to burn straight through him, his head was thrown back while pulsing into her hand. With a buzzing head Daryl squeezed her to his chest while gasping into her neck. He could feel her stroking his back while murmuring into his temple.
"Damn Val." He rasped, his eyes heavy and body relaxed. "Killin' me."
"Lie down, sweetheart." He heard her murmur softly, "I got watch."
Grunting he collapsed on the sleep roll making her laugh and whisper, "love you."
"you too sweetheart."
Aaron and Eric have arrived! Thanks for reading and please review!