Hey guys! new update. I only got one review in my last update so I didn't want to update until i got like 5 more reviews but yea... that happened.
Know that after this one I won't update anymore until i get atleast 10 reviews. No one is going to but anyways
Happy readings! Oh and BTW tnx to : FanFicGirl10 and opticon217 who are my constant reviewers!
Fast paced. It was how they lived. In a sense of rush, non-stopping. It sometimes became hard to breathe… they were better off dead.
Still that feeling kept on pounding. No, not yet, not now. Stay alive, fight for your life. Run, hide and hope to survive… It was how they rolled.
Food was never enough and neither was shelter, but in the cold? It was raw.
Non-human.
'Why should we go through all of this?' every once in a while lingered in someone's mind.
'We were born to die…' Alyson's mind reminded her every so often. It was even more so when they lingered in the streets with a full on winter stepping in their hopeless shadows.
'Maybe this time…' the thoughts mocked and a bitter smile crept into her trembling lips.
'Non-sense' A more realistic side whispered and she silently agreed.
Halting abruptly, the voices soon vanished and Alyson's eyes scanned her surroundings as she heard the front car doors open and the driver disappear outside along with a few other of her companions.
Gold mine. Must have been a dream or so she thought until she was finally stepping into the warm and dusty insides of a rather large residence. Home.
Truth be told… It was about damn time.
Everyone scattered to find a place to rest. It had been a while and everyone was looking forward to a well deserved rest. With any luck, the house would have a generator, thought after everything, it wasn't a necessity.
Taking a peak through a window, Alyson stared at the vast area around the new found house. Gates and big walls. Controlled access, she noted. Rather fancy and in this times… scary.
Her maze ended when a hand reached for the back of her neck, squeezing it gently once the owner felt her petit form jump unexpectedly.
Daryl. She saw him. A smile made it past her lips as her lungs released the air they have been holding in relief.
"You almost gave me a heart attack there, Dixon" Her hoarse voice made it to his ears quietly and he offered her a single nod as he took the things she had forgot she had been carrying.
"Found a room upstairs" The tall man motioned his head in the direction of the new resting place and her legs moved on her own as if knowing of the place the crossbow wielder was talking about.
After reaching the longed destination, she had come to greet a rather dusty large room with a bed that could easily fit two.
Her mind started racing, but sensing Daryl behind of her, she moved to allow him room to enter and place the things he took from her, down.
"Where are you sleeping?" She stared at his back as he finished leaving her stuff in a corner and quickly turned to her. Alyson frowned when his shoulders shrugged and he made his way past her. Not wasting time and acting on its own accord, her hand reached his, making him flinch at the cold contact of her digits
"I can share" A whisper. The sentence. Short and scary, at least to him. He nodded and her eyes flickered with innocent exciment.
He didn't had to say anything. No…not really and she knew. Things have became easy with him. At least understanding him.
One look.
It was all it took her now, after so long. After sharing a 'bed' with him for quite some time. Just a look and his message would be recived. He was still so unpredictable and he would still act on his own accord, but understanding him and predicting him, were two different things and maybe with time his actions wouldn't take her by surprise or at least amuse her.
One thing was for sure, Alyson was never bored with Daryl. She enjoyed him as much as she enjoyed her, even when he didn't say anything out loud.
She didn't blame him for keeping it to himself, she actually liked it better that way. It reserved everything exclusively for her.
It made her very selfish.
Silence was held. There was a long pause. Finally everyone was resting like it was right to do.
Alyson stretched her arm gently to her side, but came to find the spot next to hers, cold and empty. Her eyes fluttered open and she scanned the room through heavy, sleepy lashes for him.
Alone.
She was on her own. He wasn't back and it was getting colder, it was stabbing her soft skin. Her feet met the floor as she stood and stretched her body when something caught her green eyes.
Daryl's crossbow was resting, as if nothing, against the wall. It mocked her and made her heart drop. Slowly her legs moved. The need to search for him. She had no idea he was back, but back to where?
Standing, she glared at the crossbow once in front of it. If it could talk, she would ask. If it could feel, she would torture it for an answer. Shifting, her eyes scanned the area again and she took in her appearance.
Hideous, Filthy, but of course she couldn't look like out of a glam movie, all things considering.
'A shower… No, Daryl' Her mind teased and an annoyed sound escaped her throat. Taking a look back at the crossbow, she sighed and rolled her eyes, hating that the object had some sort of idea and she was just clueless. She would get herself killed one day.
Turning towards the door, she gently opened it, peaking outside as the only noise she could hear was the one produced by her lungs. Stepping out the door carefully, her senses spiked.
Too much silence was deadly.
Her feet carried her swiftly through the hallway, until she halted.
The bathroom. A well deserved rinse. She needed refreshment and so her hand turned the knob and the door opened only to find an occupant inside. Relief invaded her again.
"Daryl! I'm so sorry. I just wanted to shower" She told him as she came face to face with him. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red at the uncertainty that she interrupted whatever he was doing and needed privacy.
In response to her, he backed from the door and opened it all the way, giving her time to enter. His eyes stared at her as her hair fell to her face and her eyes trailed the floor while she shook her head, neglecting his offer. In one quick action, he grabbed her hand and pulled her in, closing the door behind her and locking it.
"I-I can wait!" She yelped and his lips tugged upwards in a smirk.
"Just take yer stupid shower already, Fey" His voice mocked annoyance, she noticed and looked at him. His eyes seemed distant, they seemed scared and then she knew. Daryl was strong, but sometimes everyone relied too much on that strength, forgetting he was human, as well. He could crumble at anytime…
Moving her hands gently in front of her, she started unbuttoning his leather jacket slowly and helping him remove it before moving on with the rest of his clothes. She noticed how nervous he was with her actions. She had never before been so… everytime they would throw everything off was for their nights together, but now it was more than that. There was no 'sexual malice' behind every drop of clothes, she was just helping
"You go first" A nod came, once more, in response to her words as he got in the shower and started the water.
She followed soon after, joining him in the shower. Her hand rested on his back and he shifted uncomfortably at the touch. She slowly trailed every scar in his back and he stood frozen in place, unable to face her, unable to explain her.
"It's okay, Dare" He heard her whisper. It was soft and reassuring. He saw her slender fingers link one with the other as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her forehead against his back, listening to the sound of the water drops going down the drain.
"What happened"
"None of yer concern" He bit back, a little rougher than necessary to which he regretted in the exact same moment.
"Will you be okay?" Concern. He regretted being an ass even more now.
"We barely made it back" He saw her arms disappear and her arms retreat. Great! Now she was upset.
"Close call?" Daryl sighed in relief as he felt her hand lathering his back, ever so gently and carefully. He closed his eyes and let her work magic on him.
"You're here now…"
His eyes opened and stared at her as she was now in front of him, finishing lathering him up. Her small hands fell from his face as she gave him a nod, signaling him to rinse himself, for she was done.
Alyson watched him, quietly, loving the sight. She had sure gotten lucky. He was a sex god and she couldn't help but smile at the small thought.
"Yer turn now. Didn't yer momma teach you is not polite to stare?" Daryl barked at her as he caught on her little hobby and did the same. He lathered her up until she was clean. He made sure to be gentle and careful. He didn't want to damage her soft creamy skin by being clumsy so he decide to take his time with her.
Alyson stared out the window, quietly. Storm clouds covered the night sky, but the moon continued to glare and peak through them, lighting the room a little. Daryl had long passed out since the shower, but her mind kept lingering on his words.
What could have had happened that made him so jumpy? It kept poking her mind, but she knew he wasn't going to tell her anytime soon. Sighing in frustration, she pulled her knees to her chest, dozing up momentarily until Daryl's voice called to her.
He stood there, in front of the chair, looking down at her. She quickly stood and offered a sleepy smile to him.
"I can't sleep"
"Hmm"
Daryl grabbed her hand and pulled her to him gently, but she stopped him. As he turned to look at her, her breath caught on her throat at the sight. He looked perfect under the moonlight. He looked almost surreal.
"I'm here… for whatever you need. I'll always be here for you"
Her hands reached for him, resting on his handsome face as she stared into his eyes. His nod came along with a small sweet kiss to the forehead, to which she returned with one on his clothed chest.
"Let's just go to sleep, woman."
And with that, both disappeared into the bed, dozing off to each other's warmth.
