A/N- Still with me? I love you guys BTW, I hope I am providing you all with quality entertainment. ;) Remember, let me know what you guys think. This is where the M rating REALLY comes into effect LOL. Shall we? Oh side note, yes Murphy's guns are the ones used by the boys in The Boondock Saints. To answer a few inquires I had about them.
God I don't think I can cry any more. It's been two weeks, I'm tired, hungry and I'm starting to give up hope. We've lost John and Linda, lost them to a horde of walkers right outside the city. God, I can still hear Linda begging for help, see John's eyes when I had to put a bullet in his head. Joshua went his own way, said he needed to find his girlfriend in Tennessee. We loaded him up, sent him on his way with a prayer. James, we lost him too. Lost him when he decided this world was too much and he put a gun to his head. Abby took it badly, but she too had started to feel that way. Started losing hope, but I begged her, please don't leave me all alone in this hell hole. I pleaded with her, and for me, she stayed, she promised to never leave.
Now we stand over a make shift grave for James. Abby and I are holding each other tight as we cry. I comfort her, tell her it's going to be ok, we have each other and we'll make it. I know it's all lies, I use to say tomorrow's never promised, now...the next hour isn't even a promise. I whisper and tell Abby we had to go, being out in the open this long isn't good. She nods and we move back towards the truck. I heard about the CDC, we're heading there, hoping there is something there. We both climb into the truck and head out, I hold Abby's hand in mine as we drive.
Hours later, we arrive at the CDC, Abby is asleep so she isn't able to witness the destruction or sense my heart drop at the sight of lifeless rotting bodies. I almost choke from the scent of death in the air, I wanted to scream out. Ask God why he has let this happen? Ask God what have people like Abby and I done? I laugh a bit though, yeah ok, maybe I deserve it a bit. I did leave my abusive boyfriend back in the city to fend for himself, but he deserved it. Plus I left his good for nothing ass food and he had his swords. I slowly creep my truck along as Abby begins to stir. My heart breaks for her, she is losing hope fast. I grasp her hand as she sits up in the seat. Before she can speak I tell her it's ok, tell her everything will be fine. I'm like the older sister between us, it's why she listens and looks to me for reassurance and I try my damndest to give that to her.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a caravan coming. A Winnebago, what looks like a station wagon and bring up the rear is a old beat up pick up. Survivors? Oh how I hoped. I mean the walkers couldn't drive, so obviously they were among the land of the living. Though at first glance Abby and I looked like walkers. Our hair was matted and caked with the blood of our fallen family, clothes stained with our blood and the blood of others. My lips were cracked and had been bleeding, I had a cut to my right shoulder. Abby had bruises and cuts along her arms. We were definitely a sight.
Abby and I both share a look, wondering if we should approach the coming survivors. There was strength in numbers nowadays, not to mention, should they be hostile, Abby and I are both dead shots with our desert eagles. Abby looks around, but I grab her chin, turning her head towards me.
"We'll be fine, I see a few survivors heading this way, maybe they can help. You trust me?" I ask.
Abby looks around before nodding. I hand her her desert eagles before tucking mine in the waist of my jean shorts. We climb out of the truck just as the caravan comes to a stop. I wave my arms, I don't want to yell out and attract any walkers. Abby and I slowly walk towards them, one hand on our guns just as a tall man wearing a sheriff's uniform steps out of a station wagon. Others follow him, cautiously staring at Abby and I, weapons ready to be drawn. The sheriff approaches me as he begins to speak.
"Are you two bit?" He asked.
"No, just a lil worse for wear. We came looking for refugee, but obviously it's a lost cause." I answer.
"We're here for the same reason." He answered back.
"I'm Murphy O'Connor, this is my friend Abby Bell." I say as I extend my hand.
"Rick Grimes." The Sheriff answers as he shakes my hand.
Rick turns towards the group and points as he speaks.
"My wife Lori, son Carl. That there's Shane, T-Dogg, Dale, Jacqui, Andrea, Carol, her daughter Sophia, Glen and Daryl." He introduces them.
"I hate to break up this lil meetin', but hows about we get in that damn buildin' before night fall." The man named Daryl snapped.
I looked at him, just what I needed another hot tempted redneck. I roll my eyes and draw my guns, Abby does the same. I nod to Rick, we had no choice right now but to work together. Abby and I work back to back, covering our area as the group moves. We make it to the door and I hear Shane say nothings here, Rick seems to think other wise. I hope Rick's right, I made it too damn far to die tonight. Abby and I keep our guns trained as Rick yells at the camera he swears moved. The next few minutes were a blur, Daryl, Rick and Shane argued a bit and then the doors opened. We all rushed inside, weapons still drawn. We yell out for someone, anyone.
"Any body infected?" I hear a voice call.
"One of our group was, he didn't make it." Rick said.
A light haired man steps from the shadows as I lower one of my guns. I was still a bit shaky, but as Rick lowered his gun I lowered my other.
"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked.
"A chance." Rick said with a gulp.
"That's askin' an awful lot these days." The man said.
"I know." Rick said as he held on to his rifle.
The man had yet to let go of his rifle as he approached us. I feel Abby take my hand as we watch the exchange. Everyone looked nervous, maybe a little scared. I felt bad for the children, this world was scary enough for us adults, I couldn't imagine what they were going through. There was a silence, the man looked us all over. We were all worse for wear, all looked like hell. I could see he was debating, wondering if allowing us in was such a good idea.
"You all submit to a blood test, that's the price of admission." The man said.
"We can do that." Rick answered.
So far I have figured out Rick must be the leader, Shane seemed like second in command. I look around, Carol stood out to me. She radiated "abusive relationship" and for a second I wondered if the redneck was hers. I know it's bad to judge someone by their "cover", but men like Daryl and Toby were all the same.
"You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed." He spoke as he pointed.
Some rush to get our things while others keep watch. Once we are all safely inside the door slams shuts. For now I feel a bit at peace, at least for one night I would have the comfort of NOT having to look over my shoulder. I watch Rick introduce himself and then the man introduces himself as "Dr. Edwin Jenner". After that we all board the elevator. Abby stays close to me, I hug her and tell her it's gonna be ok. That's when I feel it, Daryl's eyes on me. I can only imagine what he's thinking. I try to ignore him, but soon I meet his glare and he looks away.
After we all submit to blood tests, shower and eat. We're told we can wonder around, but given the ground rules. Abby went to bed, she was exhausted. I would have, if my mind wasn't racing. I was sitting with Andrea and Carol, Andrea was looking at my freshly washed cut. She was doctoring it for me as we talked softly.
"So, where are you from, Murphy?" Andrea asked as she bandaged the cut.
"Atlanta, Abby and I both made a run for it with others. We lost them along the way." I sigh.
"Sorry..." Andrea and Carol both whisper.
"It's ok, it's like the new way of life around here." I say.
The three of us sigh, Andrea slowly stands up and bids us a goodnight. She tells me if I or Abby need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I smile and nod as she walks away. I look at Carol, she's quiet, reserved and won't look anyone in the eye. Classic abuse symptoms, I should know, I have them too. Only I looked people in the eyes unless Toby was around, he wasn't above fighting in public. I stand up slowly and move to sit down next to Carol. She looks towards me, a bit confused as I speak softly.
"Carol?" I ask.
"Yeah?" She says in a small voice.
"Something on your mind? You know, besides the world going to hell." I whisper.
"To much to mention, honestly." She answers.
"Yeah, I know how you feel. I left so much back in Atlanta." I say as I sit back on the couch.
Carol and I sit in silence, I watch as her daughter Sophia comes in. I smile at Sophia and she smiles back, she asks her mother to come read to her. Carol smiles and nods, they both wish me a good night before disappearing down the hall. I exhale loudly before reaching over to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels off the table. I take a long chug, the alcohol burned, but in a good way. If nothing else it would help me forget the shit storm that was my life. I lay my head back and close my eyes for a moment. I wanted to scream, cry, break something, but I knew I couldn't. The sound of someone clearing their throat jolts me from my thoughts. I lift my head and see a shirtless Daryl walking into the room. Just great, I ditch one redneck and end up with another.
"Evenin'" He says.
"Evenin'" I reply back.
He doesn't say much at first, just sits down on the opposite side of the couch and takes a swig from his bottle of Southern Comfort. I know I was being harsh, but I couldn't help it. I look over to him, he looked beaten and worn down, like the world rested on his shoulders. I take another swig of Jack before I speak.
"Don't like drinkin' alone?" I ask, just because it was too quiet.
"Only quiet place away from everyone." He answered without looking at me.
"Thought you would be with Carol." I implied boldly, I had to know.
Daryl looked at me as if I was crazy, he raised a brow and then laughed sarcastically.
"Me and Carol? Don' think so. She's a nice lady, but not my type." He answered, but his tone conveyed "mind your business."
"Oh...sorry...I just assumed..." I was cut off.
"Well assumin' makes people look like assholes." He shot back.
"Yeah, well..." I stop.
I just sigh and take another drink. Daryl seemed content to sit in silence and drink with me, least he wasn't like Toby in that way. Toby was a loud drunk, Daryl seemed to be the opposite. It seemed like an hour or two passed, both our bottles were more than half empty, but we were still up right. I was a bit tipsy though, Daryl looked at me and laughed, even though he was tipsy too.
"Lightweight." He slurred at me.
"Ah, fuck you, redneck." I mumble.
"You wish, ya look like ya need a good lay. Prolly wouldn't seem so uptight." He laughed before he drank.
"Oh, and what is that, your offer?" I mock him a bit as I take a drink as well.
"Yer the one over there undressin' me with yer eyes." He says in a smart ass tone.
"You're the one lookin like a fuckin' virgin." I say standing up.
"Bitch, please. The only virgin here, is you. But anytime ya want daddy to show ya a few things, I'm right here." He says with a cocky smirk.
I knew this was the alcohol talking. We both take long drinks from our bottle, I wasn't in control of my actions at the moment. Before I knew it I was straddling Daryl's lap, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and kissing him roughly. He grabbed me and held me against him. God, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. My body wanted it, craved human contact, craved arms around it and right now it craved Daryl Dixon. Maybe it was the mix of alcohol and frustration, I mean it's not like I actually liked Daryl, I barely knew him. In a time before this, right now I would be a slut, but I didn't care. I moan in between kisses as Daryl stands up. I hold on to my bottle as I wrap my arms and legs around him. He had an arm around me, the other still gripped his bottle of Southern Comfort.
We barely made it to his makeshift room, which was an office with a mattress on the floor. He pushes me against the door, making it slam shut. He looks at me, we both down what's left in out bottles and toss them a side. He kisses me roughly, I can taste the Southern Comfort on his tongue as it explores my mouth. I take off my shirt, throwing it across the room as I break the kiss. Daryl buries his face between my breast as I lay my head back, moaning his name. This was wrong, so wrong, but at the moment it felt so fucking good. His hands groped me as I ground my hips against him.
Daryl turns us around and tosses me onto the mattress. He leans down and kisses me again as he roughly pulls my pants off. I sit up, without breaking the kiss, and help him rid himself of his pants. I growl at him and pull him down on top of me. He was sloppy, it was ok though, so was I. I lick and bite at his lips as he rolls us over so I was on top of him. I break the kiss and look down at him. By now all my mind was on was getting a good lay from a drunken redneck, I was going to regret it in the morning, if I even remembered it. I lean down and run my tongue up his bare chest, he tasted like salt and smoke, if I wasn't drunk it would of been fucking disgusting, but right now I was like an addict, I wanted more. I moan softly as I feel Daryl put his hands on my hips and thrust up.
"Fuck me!" I say as I let out a long moan.
Of course he obliged, what man wouldn't? He was rough, I thought I was going to explode, but it felt so good. I lean down and kiss Daryl, hard, he wraps an arm around me and rolls us over. I wrap my legs around him and dig my nails into his back. The last thing I remember is yelling out his name as he broke the kiss.
"Fuck", was what I mumbled the next morning. My head felt like it was going to fall off and roll away, but then a bottle of Jack Daniels will do that to ya. I groan and hold my head for a moment, I go to turn over and roll right into a lump. At first I thought it was Abby, until I realized Abby didn't have a dick.
"OH MY GOD!" I thought to myself.
Of course right in this moment I realize that under the dark blue blanket, I was naked. What did I do? No, wait, more like WHO did I do? I knew I was going to regret looking behind me. Sure enough there was Daryl, stark naked as well. I groaned once more, the thought of me and him kind of made me sick. I left one redneck and fucked another, I'm batting 0 and 2 right now. I shake my head as I asked myself what the hell I was thinking. I go to move, but the sound of Daryl groaning stops me. Of course he couldn't be like Toby and STAY passed out. Before I knew it his blue eyes locked with mine. We stared at each other for a bit, I didn't really know what to say. "Hey, thanks for the drunken night of sex" really wasn't a good line.
"Um, hey..." I say, still waking up a bit.
"Hey..." He answers back.
"So, I um...I don't do this kind of thing." I ramble.
"Yeah, neither do I." He answered as he got up.
I sit up, holding the sheets against me as I watch him pull on his pants. Typical man, but then I wasn't expecting much from him, he was just a stupid redneck. A stupid, good in the sack, redneck. He mumbled something at me and walked away leaving me naked and alone. I was a bit relieved actually, I didn't want to face him completely, yet. I lay back down for a moment and close my eyes. Last night, the parts I do remember, seemed like the first bit of peace I've had in a while. For those moments I felt free, unafraid. Now my head was swimming and I felt like I was going to puke.
I hear the door open and I open my eyes, I see Abby slowly walking in. She was smirking and carrying a cup of coffee, of course she already knew. I sit up just as she sits down on the edge of the bed. She hands me the coffee and then just stares, I know she has a billion questions and wants to laugh at me. I sip the coffee and wait for her to finally speak.
"So..." She inquires.
"So, what?" I answer nonchalantly.
"You and Daryl?" She giggled.
"There is no me and Daryl, drunken sexual frustration, is all it was." I replied, mildly annoyed.
"Oh, whatever. You liked it." She giggled more.
"I hate you right now." I say sarcastically.
"But you apparently love DIX-ON!" She giggled more as she fell back on the bed.
I just down the coffee and fall back onto the bed, he did make me forget my troubles for a night. I run a hand over my face and tell Abby to hand me my clothes. She giggles, grabs them from the floor and tosses them at me. I was glad to see that, even if she was making fun of me, she seemed relaxed for now. Though I at least knew, somewhere inside me, Daryl wasn't the gossiping type so I was grateful for knowing this wouldn't get out. I get dressed and head out with Abby, in search of breakfast and more coffee.
For now I wanted to forget that I just spent the night on top of Daryl Dixon.
A/N- I know, who regrets a night with Daryl? What will happen when they confront this? Will there be forgiveness? Blood shed? Who knows. You just gotta wait and see.