Gluttony – Greedy or excessive indulgence
"Ready? Open it." Rick stepped back aiming his pistol while Daryl and Michonne stood on either side of the hatchway doors in the middle of the woods. It had been maybe a hundred yards from the farm house, tucked in the woods, buried in the ground but Daryl spotted it. Hidden under brush he knew what it was before the other did. Merle had brought him to one of these once, a hole in the ground where folks would hide booze, drugs, food stocks or simply the original 'man cave' to get away from the nagging wife and kids. A survivalist shelter of sorts but more of a red neck version.
They had listened for a while, knocked on the metal door once, it was quiet inside and it was getting dark out. Their car had run out of gas a few miles back and there was still a ways to go before thy got back to camp. They were going to need a place to shack up for the night and this was as good a place as any. Michonne eased open the door and Daryl shoved his crossbow inside ready to fire. Nothing but stale air and earth. He took a minute for his eyes to adjust and peered in, they didn't have a flashlight. Too dark for anyone to be hiding out in there and walkers would have already surfaced.
"Goin' in." Daryl spun his crossbow behind him and hoped the drop down wasn't as bad as it looked. He figured six or seven feet. Rick was now at the edge with Michonne and watched as his friend jumped down. He landed hard but the ground was solid, readied his crossbow and let his eyes focus. He thought he could see walls, support beams anyways. Shelves, a table. He stepped out of view from the eyes above and reached out touching a shelf, feeling around.
"Daryl." Rick was yelling in a whisper.
Daryl stepped back into the light, "It's good." He walked to the table, he could see so much more now that he was used to the dark. There was a lantern in the middle of the table and he picked it up, oil sloshed around in the base. He picked up the zippo and gave it a try, it sparked to life after a few flicks of his thumb. He lit the lamp and put the globe back over it before he picked it up and really looked around the room. There was a ladder for the entry and he propped it to let his friends come down. "Close the hatch." He had decided that this is where they were spending the night.
The shelves were pretty bare but there was a few things left behind, a jar of pickled beans, crackers that were most likely stale turning to dust, bottles of whiskey and rum in plenty, a copy of Catcher in the Rye and a stack of porno magazine. Daryl looked around again hoping to find a pack of cigarettes but that didn't happen for him. Rick secured the hatch, twice, while Michonne used the lamp to check the dark corners. There was an arm chair in one corner covered in dirt as was most everything in the space. Daryl tipped the straight back chairs to clear the dirt while Rick moved the supplies to the table.
"I get the Meyers." Michonne was wiping down the arm chair and Rick handed her the bottle.
Daryl made a face, "Arg, hate that shit." They all laughed while they divvied up the food, pulling some out of their packs, this might actually be a decent place to spend the night. Safe, secure and out of the weather, it was the kind of place Daryl didn't mind.
There was enough oil to keep the lamp running all night and they moved it to the shelf causing just a glow as they drank too much, talked for hours and got a little too comfortable. The hole they were in held the heat of the lamp to the point that Michonne, in her drunken state started to sweat. "No lookin' you two." She slipped out of her top and sat in the shadows wearing just her bra.
Daryl had dozed in and out of the conversation, every time he opened his eyes he saw something different. Michonne's muscular arms, the way her shoulders squared her body and made her tits look even more delicious. He saw the way Rick looked at her, the way his chest puffed out as they talked, trying to impress the woman. One of the last woman on earth. Daryl thought about that sometimes. How the choices of women had always been slim for him but now it was worse. Before he just wondered if he would find a woman who might understand him and didn't think he was a freak, now he had to wonder if he'd find, not taken, not trying to kill him and remotely interested.
This one seemed to be fitting into the taken category. Not officially, but he was certain that Rick had staked his claim on her, even if the sheriff hadn't realized it yet. He watched as they talked, occasionally looking over to him as he drank more, chewed down more picked beans, sometimes including him in the conversation. Daryl wasn't sure which part of this he was enjoying the most. The too much booze, the comfortable chair, the safety of being able to doze, listening to his friends talk, what felt like an extravagant meal or simply the fact that he wanted to bottle up this whole moment and carry it with him forever.
Yeah, it was dumb, they were stuck in some hole underground while the shit world loomed above them, but as he watched Rick make subtle passes at this half naked woman, Daryl couldn't be happier. He washed down another mouth full of beans with a swig of whiskey, sadly not to grossest combination he had ever mixed together, as he watched hoping these two would get it on.
He wished he had a blanket to curl up under, not that he was cold but it would have felt right. He pulled his vest up under his chin and put the jar on the floor while he curled up with the bottle. He let himself fall asleep, not just doze this time but really sleep. This place, these people, they let him get this comfortable. The heat of this room and the chatter lulled him but it was the quiet that woke him later. The talking had stopped.
Rick and Michonne were no longer talking about the old days or catching up with the others. They weren't swapping stories that had blurred into Daryl's dreams. He woke because it was quiet, well almost quiet. He let his eyes take in the darkness, the oil lamp had moved, closer to him now making the corner Michonne was sitting in even darker. He listened hard as he sat perfectly still. No, it wasn't quiet. There was breathing, heavy breathing. Daryl didn't know how long he had been asleep but it had been long enough for those two to start kissing. As his eyes focused he could see it now. They were on the floor next to the chair she had been in earlier, they were kissing and touching. Rick's shirt was off, he could clearly see Rick's white skin against her which seemed to blend in to the surroundings. Kissing and touching.
Michonne's fingers stroking this the Sheriff's long, wavy hair as he licked at her dark flesh. She dug her nails into his back as she rocked her pelvis against his. Clothing was discarded as they explored each other mouth first. She signed out a simply 'fuck' as Rick relied with a breathy, 'yeah'.
Daryl had hunched these two were together, too many quiet moments and stolen glances. He watched from his corner, his eyes almost closed as he took in the sight in front of him, these two sexy bodies entwined in an act of passion, need and maybe even love. Wasn't the first time in his life he was a fly on the wall when someone was having sex but this felt different. There was such a normalness to this moment. All this time of change on the planet had made things different.
There was something about a warm, dark cave in the ground, a little light, some food, booze and the knowledge that you're still alive and not alone that could make a man feel content. He bathed in that feeling, watched as the people he considered, for the first time in his life, his friends, indulged in this moment of safety. They let the world slip away as they decadently feasted on each other in an act of passion that was hot enough to keep them all warm and satisfied for the night.
