They set about gathering items for the kit, and set them near the back door. Daryl turned all the outside lights on and checked again to be sure all the doors and windows were secure. While they'd been at his house, Daryl had gathered up his guns and bow and brought them along with him as well as most of his ammunition. He spent the next few hours cleaning and loading the guns, double checking his bow and the bolts for it. They kept the tv on, monitoring the news channels. As the night wore on, it seemed more of the bigger cities were reporting widespread panic and chaos. So far nothing had been reported from any of the smaller cities or rural areas.
Daryl glanced over at Amy and saw that she was curled up on her end of the couch, eyes closed, small frown crinkling her forehead. He reached over and touched her hip lightly. She started awake. "Hey, Ames. Go on up to bed, I'll keep an eye on the news." Daryl patted her hip.
"No," she whispered huskily. "Either we both stay down here, or we both go upstairs. I think we should both go upstairs and get some sleep, we might not get too many more nights to sleep in a bed." She stared seriously at him. He knew he should stay down here, keep watching the news but he had a feeling she was right.
"How bout we compromise?" he asked, "we fix up a pallet down here. That way we can keep an eye on things and still get some rest," he coaxed. To his surprise, she gave in quickly and ran upstairs to drag sheets and pillows and blankets downstairs. He looked at her in surprise at the blankets. It was summer, and although she had the air conditioning on it wasn't that cold in the house.
She saw him looking at the blankets and shrugged. "we don't know how long we're going to have power. I'm turning the air down because I'm going to enjoy the cold air while I can." And she sauntered off to the thermostat. Daryl smirked.
They turned the sound down and lay wrapped up together, silently watching the scenes on the tv. "I feel like we're watching some old horror movie," she murmured at one point. Daryl had nodded and pressed her closer. Later they had made love again, slowly, long lingering kisses and touches. It was just as intense as it had been earlier that day. They lay side by side afterwards, not wanting to break contact with each other. Daryl stroked her curls over and over and Amy stretched languidly against him.
"You act like a cat that's getting petted," he laughed softly.
"I like your hands on mine," she replied, and made a sound of purring against his neck. He laughed again.
"I guess that's good. I plan on having my hands on you a lot from now on," he mumbled, "if that's okay with you," he added hastily.
Amy raised up on her elbow and gazed at him. "I think we both can count on that Daryl Dixon." He snorted and pulled a curl lightly. She settled against his shoulder, her arm across his chest and he placed his hand on her smaller one. She fell asleep to the feel of his finger softly rubbing over and over her hand.