Okay, just letting you guys know now - there is an extremely pissed off Daryl in this chapter. And when I say pissed off, I mean very, very pissed off. There is also gratuitous cursing, because when Daryl's angry, his brain-to-mouth filter is the first thing to go flying out the window, as well as slight alcohol consumption and hopeless, hopeless, Dessa (or Taryl, whichever one you like) fluff at the end. Also, if the scene between Tessa and Sam seems a little rushed, I'm sorry for that - a lot of what they talk about WILL be brought up again in future chapters, so don't worry about that.
NanamiYatsumaki: When I first conceived Ethan as a little thought bubble inside my head, I knew he was going to eventually be a badass (not that he wasn't a badass before!) but when your dad's Daryl Dixon, you almost have no choice but to be as badass as him. I'm glad Ethan is fitting into those shoes really well. And thanks, I try to :)
scoobydoo0811: Keep reading, hun :)
HaloHunter89: Yeah, I had loads of fun writing their banter because I got to cut loose a little bit and have a little fun considering the serious part wouldn't come until the end of the chapter. Sam DOES interact with Tessa in this chapter and eventually, I do want him to have a little interaction between him and Ethan and possibly him and Rick (although I'm not sure about that yet). But yeah, I don't intend on having Ethan and Daryl's relationship change a lot because of that. Daryl's mature enough to know to direct his hatred at Sam, not Ethan.
Enjoy :)
- Nagiana
PS: I probably won't upload another chapter until Monday or Tuesday. The reason for that is because I generally like to keep an episode ahead of me as I'm working on writing through one episode (if that made any sense). And considering that the next chapter will be the beginning of Episode 2, then I want to wait until Episode 3 comes out tomorrow before I write any more. It just allows me to be one step ahead and be able to plan ahead, so yeah, just though I should let you guys know :)
"Hey, how did it go out there?"
Tessa glanced at Carol as they stood by one of the bookcases, scanning the titles to try and pick one for reading time and when she saw the look in her eyes, Carol paled. "Oh my God, who did we lose?"
"Zach."
"Zach . . . Beth's boyfriend?" She asked and when Tessa numbly nodded, Carol gave a sigh of disappointment. "Who's going to tell her?"
"Daryl is," Tessa answered without skipping a beat. "He was good friends with Zach, no one else wanted to do it, so he volunteered." Carol's gaze lingered on hers for a moment then, and Tessa could feel the keenness in it.
"There's something else, isn't there? What else happened?"
Tessa turned to face her then, swallowing hard as she did so. "Carol, I could have been Zach."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Tessa shook her head as tears reluctantly filled her eyes. "The walker was going for me, Carol! No one else but Ethan saw – not even Daryl! When he did, he pulled me away and the walker latched onto Zach, instead." She shook her head as a look of dawning horror appeared on Carol's face when she finally understood her. "If Ethan hadn't been there, Carol, then I wouldn't be here."
Without even saying anything, Carol pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh thank God he was there!" She breathed and Tessa nodded in agreement as they parted.
"Daryl's been shaken all day – the concept that he almost lost me and wouldn't even realize it until I was screaming on the floor like Zach was, really put him on edge." She shook her head as Carol nodded sagely, her arms crossing in front of her chest.
"He's like a lit fuse, isn't he?"
Tessa nodded as they finally picked out a book, right when everyone started arriving. Tessa handed it to Carol and she took it from her as they turned back to the center of the room where it was Carol's turn to do the reading. "Anything could set him off today, Carol – and I do mean anything."
Carol shook her head as she took a seat, the children moving to sit in a semi-circle before her. She glanced up at her as Tessa took a seat in a nearby chair beside her. "Then let's hope no one pisses him off today, huh?" She told her and Tessa nodded as Carol turned back to the children and after telling them what they were reading for that day, opened the book.
It wasn't long after Carol began reading, that Tessa found she could sit still no longer, and got up to stand behind the children, where she could readily patrol the library if she felt too antsy. "The children fastened their eyes upon the bit of candle, and watched it melt slowly and piteously away – saw the half inch of wick stand tall and alone at last. Saw the feeble flame rise and fall . . ."
After a moment of hanging around and listening, Ryan Samuels waved and Tessa as Carol continued reading, before gesturing that he was going to leave, and Tessa nodded and gave him a slight smile as he left.
"Climbed the thin tower of smoke . . ."
Tessa turned her eyes back onto Carol's then and their gazes locked briefly. They waited until the door was completely closed behind Ryan, before they subtly nodded.
"Linger at its top for a moment and then . . ."
Carol closed the book after a moment and got up from the chest she was sitting on, Tessa moving to quickly help her. "Uh, Mrs. Tessa . . .?"
"Yes?" Tessa asked as she turned around, only to see one of the little boys gesture to the door.
"Should I take watch?" He asked and Tessa smiled and nodded.
"Yes, sweetie, you can go take watch."
"Today," Carol began as Tessa moved aside so that she could set the tray down. "We are talking about knives – how to use them and how they could possibly save your life. And you're in luck because today, we have someone who is pretty adept at using knives." She spoke and Tessa gave a grin and a laugh.
"I wouldn't exactly say that, but sure -"
"Uh, ma'am . . .?"
Tessa and Carol both looked up when Tessa was interrupted, only to see Patrick nervously raising his hand. He looked suddenly more nervous than he had been and Tessa's eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Patrick, honey, are you all right?" She asked and Patrick gave a half-shrug.
"Well, truthfully, I'm not feeling very well – may I be dismissed?"
"Sometimes you're going to have to fight through it, though." Carol told him and he swallowed hard as he eyed the various knives sitting on the stand before them. "What if you wind up out there, alone? Are you just going to give 'cause you're feeling bad?" He shook his head.
"No, it's just . . ." He turned a slightly pleading gaze down onto Tessa. "Please can I be dismissed, Mrs. Dixon? I don't want to yak on someone."
Lizzie Samuels quickly moved away from him and Carol nodded as Tessa's eyes fell on Michonne hanging around outside the doorway. Tessa nodded. "I'll, uh . . . I'll walk him out, Carol, okay? I'm sorry I can't stay but I, uh . . . I got to go help Beth with something." She told her and Carol nodded as Tessa gave him a reassuring smile and got to her feet, where she walked with Patrick to the doorway. Carol began again when they were walking towards the exit. "I hope you start feeling better soon -"
Tessa abruptly stopped when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye and behind one of the bookcases. Eyebrows furrowing in concern, she gently pushed Patrick through the door before nodding at Michonne to wait a minute. She slowly moved to peer around the bookcase and when she saw Carl standing there, previously eavesdropping but who was now gazing at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn't rightly decipher, she shook her head.
"Carl, please . . . don't tell your father." She begged him and Carl shook his head and moved for the doorway. Carol immediately noticed and she stiffened but relaxed when Tessa mouthed to her that she would handle it, before exiting the library.
But first, she had something else to do . . .
"Well? The suspense is about to kill me – what did it say?"
Tessa grinned in relief at Michonne as she exited the bathroom stall, Michonne immediately moving to share her grin. "It was negative – thank God!" She told her and Michonne nodded as they turned around and left the bathroom, where they walked down the hall to the cellblocks.
"Yeah, you better be thanking God! The last thing you need is another one running around!" She gave her a slightly amused look. "And besides, I thought Daryl said he didn't want anymore?"
Tessa nodded in agreement but let out a laugh. "Yeah, he doesn't. But just because he's told me he's fine with just Danny and Aayla – something I'm perfectly fine with too - that does not mean he's jumping for us to stop having sex. And let's face it, Michonne, even if he did say let's stop - we are not going to stop anytime soon and considering that condoms aren't exactly a commodity anymore, there's bound to be some scares – with everyone!" Michonne glanced at her, one of her eyebrows arching in amusement.
"I thought you guys had other ways to prevent it?" She asked and Tessa gave a laugh and nodded as she buried one of her hands in her front pockets.
"Yeah we do, but sometimes we just . . . get carried away in the moment and he forgets. Like last time – the time I thought . . . I thought made me, you know?" Michonne nodded and she sighed "We just got carried away and before I knew it – boom . . . too late." Michonne grinned and laughed at that as a grin and a laugh that Tessa couldn't help but join in on, graced her features.
"Yeah, I bet you two got carried away! Maybe a little bit too carried away!"
Tessa continued to grin as she rolled her eyes and pushed her friend good-naturedly. They continued walking down the hall, the both of them still grinning and laughing, however, they came to an immediate stop when they turned a corner and Tessa nearly collided into the one person she never wanted to see but always seemed to have the bad luck to.
"Jesus Christ, Sam, watch it!"
"Yeesh, sorry, Tess! I didn't see you there!" He told her as she immediately backed off him, smoothing down her clothing as she did so. His eyebrows furrowed and he cocked his head a little as he pointed at her hands. "What's, uh . . . what's that?"
Tessa looked down to where he was pointing and it was then that she realized the little stick of plastic was still in her hands – she hadn't bothered to throw it away before leaving the bathroom and even though she had a reason for that, she didn't exactly feel like explaining herself to holier-than-thou Sam. But eventually, she gave a little laugh and a shrug. "It's a, uh . . . it's a pregnancy test, Sam. You should know what a pregnancy test looks like."
He gave a little laugh then. "You're right, I do – we went through enough of them when we were trying, didn't we?" He asked before giving a shrug and heaving a sigh, a small, half-smile on his face. "Well? Is there a cause for celebration? Is Daryl gonna be a daddy again?" He asked and she turned her eyes up to his where she shook her head.
"No. I was mistaken – it was negative."
"Well thank God, right?" He spoke without thinking and she immediately recoiled in slight surprise.
"Excuse me?"
He shook his head in exasperation. "You know what I meant, Tess!" She shook her head in turn.
"No, Sam, I don't know what you meant. So would you mind elaborating just a tad?"
Sam heaved a sigh as he glanced away before turning his eyes back onto her, his voice lowering as well. "I just meant that the twins are only eight months old. The last thing you need right now is to be pregnant again. So thank God it was negative, right?" Tessa's jaw hardened as she glanced at Michonne still standing beside her, immediately taking notice of how tensely her friend was standing.
"Well you know what they say, Sam - it's super-duper easy to get pregnant the first year after you give birth because of hormones." She told him and Sam nodded, his eyes becoming cold.
"Is that why we never got pregnant Tess? Because we waited until Ethan was one before we started having sex?" Her jaw hardened again.
"There was a reason for that, Sam. And you know why we never got pregnant – I couldn't get pregnant with you!" She told him, her voice dangerously quiet, and Sam gave a laughed and nodded as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor.
"Oh yeah, I know – believe me, I know. And I was there when the doctor told you our chances of getting pregnant were slim to none, Tess. I'm glad you're with a man now that can beat those odds, though." He told her giving a shrug and changing the subject before she could reply. "So, speaking of Ethan how is he?" She nodded.
"He's well – been well for a year now, in fact. Been thriving too – he's almost considered as integral a member of this group as Daryl is," She smiled a tight smile. "He's like his daddy in every way, Sam. Daryl couldn't be prouder of him."
"'Cause, well, ya know, he refuses to talk to me, so I don't know anything about him anymore."
Tessa shook her head. "Don't take it personally, Sam. He and Daryl have become really close – almost to the level of best friends. He has his daddy now and he ain't gonna change that, especially for you."
Sam gave a nod. "Well, see now, that's funny, Tess!" He replied with a stuff nod. "'Cause the last time I checked, Daryl didn't raise him."
Tessa nodded. "Well, the last time I cared to remember, Sam, Daryl is his biological father, not you. Daryl made him, we conceived him . . . you helped raise him, yes, but it's Daryl that he calls 'deddy' now, something he never once called you. It's Daryl that takes him hunting and patrols with him and hears him out whenever he has something to say. It's Daryl that treats him like a son he can proud of, not – what did you call him when you figured out he would never call you 'deddy'? Oh yeah - your 'stepson'." She shook her head, a gleam flickering across her eyes. "And besides, he's fourteen, almost fifteen-years-old, Sam. If my son doesn't want to talk to you, then I can't make him. And considering he's about as stubborn as Daryl is, I don't think anyone could change his mind in this regard."
Sam nodded, his eyes holding hers and when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet – so quiet, that Michonne had to strain to hear him. "How long did it take for you to fuck him, Tessa?"
Tessa adopted a look of shock on her face. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. How long did you wait after you were reunited with him, before you were fucking him again?" He gave a stiff, slightly angry shrug. "Hell, I know it wasn't long 'cause I can do the math in my head based on how old the twins are!" She shook her head, a look of incredulity appearing on her face.
"Now, how in the Hell is that any of your business?" She snapped, her tone quickly rising with anger, and he gave a laugh.
"Tessa, I almost died in order to allow you and Ethan to escape – to make sure that my wife and the boy I considered my son, were safe! The least you could have done was give me a period of mourning – if not as your husband, then as a friend who was there for you when no one else was – instead of immediately jumping into bed and fucking your ex fiancé!" He shook his head and gave a laugh that was accompanied by a half-smile. "And Hell, from what I've seen since I got here, it's a wonder you aren't pregnant with how much sleeping around you do -!"
Michonne's body tensed then. "Oh fuck, Tess!"
"What tha fuck did ya jus' say to her?"
Tessa's eyes grew wide when Daryl suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his eyes beyond angry as he made a determined path towards him. Sam's eyes grew wide as well, and Michonne saw a flicker of fear in the depths of his eyes as Tessa immediately moved to insert herself in-between them.
"Daryl, baby, please calm down -!"
"No, Tess, I want to know what this fucker said 'bout ya, 'cause I don' think I heard him correctly!" He interrupted her, his voice growing louder and louder the more his body filled with anger. Her hands planted themselves on his chest and that one movement calmed him down significantly but it also meant that he was even more like a lit fuse now. If she left her spot in front of him for any reason then, and he'd be launching himself at Sam like a speeding bullet.
Sam shook his head. "Look, we were just talking, it wasn't nothing -"
"Sleepin' around, did I hear ya say tha' was what she was doin'?" He interrupted him before he shook his head and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Look, asshole, I'm sorry ya butt hurt tha' she's with me now, but it's kinda hard for her to sleep around when she's only been sleepin' with one man since she left Atlanta!"
Sam gave a snort of a laugh then. "Yeah, well, she's fucking you enough for twenty guys, so -"
"Oh, ya piece of fuckin' shit!"
"DARYL – stop it!"
"Tessa, Goddammit – here, Michonne, take her!"
It had been the first time Daryl had ever shoved her out of the way in order to get to someone and Tessa stumbled into her friend's arms, who hastily caught her before she could go tumbling elsewhere. Tessa immediately spun around, right when Daryl grabbed Sam by the scruff of his shirt, lifted him up, and then slammed him into the nearby wall.
"Daryl -!"
"Ya gonna regret openin' ya mouth when ya drinkin' through a straw tonight, ya motherless, poxy bastard!"
"What the Hell is going on here? Tessa, what is going on?"
"Thank God, Rick – its Daryl, he's -!"
"Rick, get offa me!"
"Daryl – Daryl, stop it now! Oh shit – Tyrese, hurry and get his other arm!"
Rick and Tyrese couldn't help but release grunts of exertion as they eventually managed to yank Daryl off of Sam. Kicking and trying his damndest to launch himself out of their arms so that he could run back to him and finish what he started, Sam remained there against the wall a moment longer, desperately trying to catch his breath as Daryl struggled in the strong grip of the two men. For a minute as well, Tessa also found herself wondering due to the look in his eye, if Sam would need a change of underwear too.
But the look quickly disappeared as he shook his head. "Hope you enjoy every little milestone of the twins, Daryl, 'cause I have every single one of Ethan's. His first steps, his first word, his first -"
A look of pure, unadulterated rage appeared in his eyes then. "Oh-hooooooo, ya askin' for it, ain' ya asshole? Well, I promise ya tha' ya gonna get it - I swear to God ya will, in fact!" Daryl snarled in reply, interrupting him as well, and Tessa slowly shook her head as gave Sam a look of disgust.
"Let him go, Rick." She ordered, calmly and levelly, and Rick gave her a look of bewilderment that suggested she had just grown two more heads to join the one she already had.
"Tessa, are you insane?" He asked and she shook her head as she stepped closer to Sam, her eyes never leaving his.
"No, I'm not, 'cause I just noticed something. It seems little Sammy here, only has his bravery when the angry wolf isn't gunning for his throat. So go ahead Rick - let Daryl go before he hurts himself or one of you."
Rick and Tyrese shared a slightly apprehensive look then before reluctantly letting their friend go. Breathing hard, Daryl yanked himself out of their grip before they could fully release him, and immediately began pacing the floor between them and Tessa like an enraged, caged beast, his eyes burning holes of pure hatred into Sam the entire time. Tessa's face hardened.
"So go ahead, Sam . . . say something else, now – I dare you. Or do you only have a mouth when the wolf is leashed?"
"Fuck tha', Tess – fuck him!" Daryl snapped before hocking a great wad of spit onto the floor. He then pointed a finger at Sam, anger causing every fiber in his body to practically hum with energy. "Ya better sleep with one eye open, fucker, 'cause I swear to God I'm goin' to come for ya one of these nights! Ya don' believe me – keep this yella-bellied shit up! Oh, but don' worry!" He promised him with a laugh as he crossed the distance between them in two great big strides, Tessa immediately stepping in-between them again. This time, Daryl didn't shove her aside, but he did get as up in Sam's face as he could with her in-between them. His hands curled possessively around her hips and he brought her back against him as he spoke: "I'll be sure to fuck Tess nice and thorough beforehand, so ya can smell her come on meas ya lyin' there, chokin' on ya own yella blood!"
A look of rage speared through Sam eyes but it disappeared as Daryl spun around on his heels and marched off then, rage bellowing off of him like smoke. Tessa turned around to watch him go, her eyes locking with Michonne's anxious eyes briefly before moving on to Rick. "Sam, you might want to make yourself scarce in this cellblock for a couple of days." Rick told him, his voice tense, and Tessa shook her head.
"No . . . no, make that a couple of months, Rick. And not just in this cellblock – that's period. With how angry Daryl is at him right now, it won't matter where you guys are," She turned to face him. "He sees you, you're dead, Sam – deader than dead, in fact. It's that cut and dry." Michonne shook her head, her eyes cold and unsympathetic as she gazed at him.
"'Cause ya made one Hell of a bad decision bringing up the fact that you raised Ethan in his place, Sam," She told him before shaking his head, her eyes connecting with Tessa's briefly before she moved them back onto him. "That's one Hell of a tender wound with Daryl and you rubbed a shitload of salt in it with that milestone quip."
"Hey . . . how ya doing, baby?"
Daryl glanced up at Tessa when she entered the guard office later that evening when everything was done for the day, causing everyone to start winding down and return to their cells. A small, sympathetic smile played out on her face as she placed the bag she had been carrying on the nearby table. His lips pursed as he turned his eyes back onto the window he had been gazing expressionlessly out of when she entered, where he gave a terse shrug.
"I'm still angrier than a Goddamn hornet, if tha's what ya askin'." He muttered bitterly, and she bit down on her bottom lip.
"I . . . I have to admit – I haven't seen ya this angry in a long time!" She told him and he nodded, slightly apologetically, and heaved a sigh as she made her way over to him. She sat down behind him on her knees on their bed and he buried his face in his hands as hers immediately began massaging at his shoulders, trying her damndest to work away some of the stress that had quickly built up since that morning. "Damn Daryl, you're more wound up than a Jack-in-the-Box!" She muttered in stark amazement and Daryl let out a sarcastic laugh and nodded.
"Ya think?" He asked before he shook his head. "I don' know why or how it happened Tess, but tha' fucker got to me! He got to me!" He shook his head again. "First thing I did when I left ya guys, was go blow off some steam killin' walkers down at tha wall with the others and tha' helped, but not by much. I then went and told Beth that Zach was dead and tha' helped too 'cause tha' kinda depressed me a little, I won' lie!" He shook his head. "And when that proved to not be a surefire cure, I went to see Danny and Aayla, hopin' tha' I could maybe spend some time with 'em speakin' I haven' exactly had time to do tha' much lately, and tha' did work Tess – so well, that for an hour or two, my anger was gone – completely and irrevocably gone! But when I left them and-and that father mantle came off, that anger came marching back and . . ." He trailed off then, heaving a sigh as he did so, and Tessa heaved one as well as she wrapped her arms around his chest before resting her chin on his shoulder.
"He got to you when he started talking about Ethan, didn't he?" She asked him, her voice quiet and he stayed silent at that. He stayed silent for so long, in fact, that Tessa eventually nodded, knowing that was the same thing as him actually answering her. "Look, Daryl, Sam might have raised him, but Ethan never looked at him as a father while he was growing up – not like he does you now! For the love of God, Ethan practically worships you and the ground you walk on! You're his idol – the epitome of a father figure to him," Her eyes softened as he turned his face to her slightly, where she pressed her lips to his cheek before nuzzling him. She felt his hands take hers on his chest and she could feel him relax some. She could also tell that he was listening to her as closely as he probably ever had before, and that put a small smile on her face. "Ethan loves you, Daryl – don't you dare doubt it! If you do, you're a fool." She gave him a loving smile then too. "And I've seen you with him and I've seen you with the twins – playing with them and rocking them to sleep and feeding them and Daryl, you are an amazing father! I couldn't have asked for my children to have a better one than you."
He gave her a small, thankful smile as he turned his head to face her as he moved to lean back on one hand pressed into the mattress on the other side of her legs. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers and she allowed him to kiss her for a moment, even brought one of her hands up to skim through his hair, before she suddenly pulled apart from him. He sat there, looking a little annoyed as she got to her feet and moved over to the bag she had placed on the table.
"Oh, don't look so annoyed - we have a couple of things to celebrate!"
"Are ya serious, Tess?" He asked with a brow cocked in shock. "After what happened today, ya honestly think we have somethin' to celebrate?"
She rolled her eyes and his eyebrows moved to furrow in slight interest and confusion when she didn't reply and simply held out the bottle of amber gold liquid to him. He took it and immediately, a grin spread across his face. "Bay-bee, where did you find a bottle of Maker's Mark?" He asked and she grinned and gave a laugh as she resumed the same place she had been occupying before she moved. Her arm wound around his neck again and he leaned back against her as he observed the bottle in his hand.
"Found it today at the Big Spot. I was amazed to find it too, considering that it had been behind the counter in the liquor store, which was a spot that was very easily overlooked," She told him before moving to place a nibbling kiss on his neck. "Check the date, baby . . ."
A look of interest crossed Daryl's eyes then as he turned the bottle to read the tiny little date engraved in the bottle. When he saw it, his mouth opened slightly in shock while his eyebrows rose slightly. She simply smiled. "If I wouldn't have left you, then it would have been our anniversary today . . ." She told him, her voice quiet, and Daryl glanced at her, mouth still slightly agape in shock, before he turned his eyes back onto the bottle.
"Damn, Tess, I don't . . ."
She shook her head. "You don't have to say anything. This is what else we have to celebrate . . ." She told him as she held out the little thin strip of plastic in front of him. He took it and gazed at it for a moment, allowing what was on it to sink in, before he gave a wry laugh and threw it in the wastepaper basket in the corner while shaking his head.
"Lucky us that turned out negative, huh?" He muttered and she nodded and gave a laugh.
"Yeah, tell me about it! Something tells me you're getting too old to be chasing around anymore babies!" She told him and watched as he gave a laugh and a sarcastic yet quiet, 'Tell me about it!' before doing the cap to the bottle.
"Shit's prolly more potent than goat piss, babydoll . . ." He muttered and Tessa continued to grin as he finally got it off. He stared at the bottle for a moment before giving a 'what-the-Hell' shrug and putting his lips to it. He tilted his head back and took a healthy swig - a swig that immediately caused a fit of violent coughing when he took it away. His hand flew to his mouth as he coughed and when he opened his eyes, she could see they were bloodshot, as well as his face becoming as red as a damn tomato. "Fuckin' Hell, Tess, tha' shit ain' goat piss – tha's practically acid!"
Tessa laughed as she took it from him and carefully set it on the floor at their feet as he gave another dry, slightly pained cough. "Damn, so no tipsy lovemaking tonight?" She asked him and Daryl gave a snort of laughter and shook his head.
"If I drank anymore of tha' babydoll, I'd be so fuckin' shitfaced, I wouldn' even be able to get it up!"
Tessa rolled her eyes. "So truthful, you are, I love it!" She spoke good-naturedly and he grinned as he leaned over and after hooking a hand around her neck, brought her closer to him so that he could kiss her. They kissed for a moment and when they broke apart, he grinned.
"Considerin', tho', tha' we can' celebrate our anniversary by gettin' blissfully tipsy 'cause we'd get so drunk so fast it wouldn' be any fun - what's say we celebrate not bein' pregnant by tryin' not to conceive another one?" He asked and Tessa nodded, telling him that was a great idea, as she pulled him closer again, their lips meeting in a considerably hotter kiss than the last one.
"What if I want you to come in me, though?" She asked him when they broke apart, her voice barely above a whisper and Daryl gazed at her for a minute before giving a shrug.
"What's life without a little danger?" He grinned then. "Jus' promise me ya won' be screamin' Sam's name durin', okay?" He asked teasingly, and Tessa gave a violent shudder then as she shook her head.
"No, Daryl, jus' . . . no – don' ever bring somethin' like tha' up again!" She told him and he chuckled as he leaned in again.
"Okay, good - jus' checkin' . . ."
