CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Another morning waking up next to Daryl. Another morning rolling over and setting my head on his chest, waiting for him to wake up. It was so peaceful in the mornings, when the sun was just coming up and I didn't have to worry about winter coming or Bonnet running off. I could just lay here and listen to Daryl snore.

It had been a few days since we had found Bonnet, who was pretty smart. She had learned her name and never left Daryl's side. When Michonne had said I had been replaced, she was joking. But, it had nearly come true. Instead of curling up next to me on the couch after all the days labor is done and we're just resting, sits down and calls for Bonnet, who charges in and jumps in his lap. Despite me begging him to keep her off the furniture.

Although, I had drawn the line after he set his bowl down in the floor and let her lick out of it.

"Daryl, I don't want her begging for food and we have to eat out of those!" I had sighed, all three of us sitting in the large dining room. Four if you count Bonnet.

"We wash these dishes. And she'd beg anyway," Daryl argued, picking the bowl up.

"I'm serious. It's nasty," I gave him a look and turned to Michonne, asking for help.

"It is kind of gross.." she had added, shrugging and giving Daryl a sympathetic look.

"Fine," he huffed, "I won't feed the dog."

Bonnet was currently living on a heap of old cardboard boxes and spare blankets in the nursery. It was "her room". The next thing we know, he's painting "Bonnet" in pink letters and letting her sleep in that crib. At least I didn't have to give birth to this one.

Daryl stirred beside me, well, really beneath me, and rolled over. Even though he was asleep, his arms wrapped around me protectively, instinctively. Almost animal like. They tensed around me, and he made a low growling sound before he continued snoring. I smiled, burying my face in his chest, and wondered what he was dreaming to make him act so weird.

Mornings were the best. Daryl was so out of it in the mornings. When he first woke up, he seemed happy. Like seriously happy. I often fought with myself over stuff like that. If he was happy. That was pretty much my goal in life, seeing as how I didn't have anything else to live for. And I felt like I was constantly screwing things up. If it weren't for me, Daryl would still be a loved member of Rick's council, and be at the prison. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have had to leave the prison. If it weren't for me, Daryl wouldn't have had to feel the pain of losing his baby. I was just an extra thing to worry about. So, was I a burden? Or did he really not care about any of that, did he think everything was worth it to be with me?

I made myself stop being negative. Obviously he had to feel something towards me or he wouldn't go through the struggle of trying to keep me happy. The vows, the moving from place to place, everything down to making sure I wasn't too hot or too cold at night.

We hadn't had sex last night. Both of us were exhausted from the long days work, and even more exhausted realizing tomorrow would be just as bad. Until winter came, every day would be a busy day. No rest until the sun went down.

But, since we hadn't had sex, I figured waking him up with morning sex could be a good call. We hadn't done that in awhile, and what guy doesn't like morning sex? That's right, the answer is every guy likes morning sex.

I leaned up, pressing on his arm gently. No budge. I scooted closer, so my mouth was by his ear and one of my hands was in his hair while the was on his chest.

"Daryl.." I cooed, making his lip twitch. "Daryl, baby, it's time to get up.." It was like I was really talking to a little baby.

He grunted, his eyes fluttering open for a second, before closing again.

"What?" he asked, sleep oozed from his voice.

"You need to wake up," I grinned, straddling his chest.

"Kyra, what the hell are you- oh." he stopped mid sentence, looking up at me with a mixture of sleepiness and curiosity. One of his hands cradled the back of his head, the other pressed against my back.

"Are you awake?" I asked in that baby voice.

"Yes m'am," he answered, his hand moving up and down my back.

"Good," I bent down and kissed his neck, leaving a trail. He was already shirtless. All I had to worry about were the sweat pants.

He softly pulled my away, both of his hands on my shoulder. What?

"Ok, if we're gonna do this it's gonna have to be fast. We still have a lot of fence to fix," he told me, a disappointed look on his face.

"Then why are we wasting time?" I asked, pulling my shirt up over my head and throwing it in the floor. Daryl shrugged and pulled me back to him, kissing me.

His hands were on my back, fumbling with the hook of my bra. I swatted his hands away, quickly doing it myself. I don't think we've ever really pulled a 'quickie' before.

"Why am I shirtless and you still have your pants on?" I asked against his month, making him chuckle. He nearly pushed me off him, pulling his own pants off and letting them join the floor.

"Your turn," he laughed, laying on his side. I stared at him for a second, taking in Daryl Dixon in just underwear. It was possibly the sexiest form of Daryl Dixon.

I obliged, taking the shorts off. He pulled me back to him, our chests pressed together as he reconnected the kiss, one hand wrapped around my back, the other one tugged at the underwear.

Just as he was pushing them off, the door bursted open. Daryl instinctively pushed me away, and I toppled off the bed, letting out a short scream as I hit the floor with a thud. I grabbed at a sheet and covered my self, shooting Daryl a look.

"This damned dog has been scratching on the-" Michonne stopped mid sentence, Bonnet ran over and jumped on the bed beside Daryl. She instantly cracked a smile, putting a hand on her hip. I felt the usual blush creep up my neck. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Actually, you did," I huffed, playfully scowling at her.

"Oops," she put her hands up, her grin was too wide for her to act like she was sincerely sorry.

Daryl groaned, falling back on the bed and covering his face with a pillow.

"Daryl, could you use that pillow to, I don't know, cover your man parts?" I hissed, realizing he hadn't bothered to cover up his underwear clad self.

"Oh," he said, and snatched my pillow.

"Ok, I'll just leave you two alone.. And I promise to knock next time.." she backed out of the room, and then we could hear her howling laughter all the way down the hall.

I stood up, snatching my clothes off the ground in frustration.

"What, are we not gonna finish?" Daryl asked as I put my bra back on. I stared at him and shook my head.

"No, Daryl. I'm so not in the mood anymore."

"Sassy," he mumbled, getting out of the bed and locating a pair of jeans.

"Don't call me that," I shot back, picking up a pair of old khaki shorts and wiggling in to them.

"Why not? It should be your middle name," he retorted. His back was to me as he buttoned up a blue flannel shirt, no sleeves. I picked up a pair of socks and threw them at him. He turned and looked at me, squinting his eyes.

"Yup, you've crossed the line," he sighed, mockingly cracking his neck. I backed up against the dresser, holding my hands out in front of me as I grinned.

"Daryl.." I warned, but he continued walking towards me instead of listening.

"Nope, you've went and done it now," he shook his head. Bonnet looked at us from the pile of clothes she was laying on, and then resumed her rolling around in it.

"Daryl Dixon," I held a finger up as he crept closer.

"Kyra Dixon," he retorted, a smile on his face.

"Don't-"

He lunged after me, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed and hit his back, and that didn't nothing.

He threw me on the bed, both of us laughing, me more than him. Daryl crawled on top of me and kissed me for a second, but then Bonnet started growling at us, and he reluctantly rolled off.

"Still like the dog?" I sighed, sitting up and finding a shirt.

"Yes. Even though I hate her right now, yes."

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