Rose hadn't slept so comfortably since they're time at the farm, all the nights during the winter had been freezing, and exhausting, sometimes she couldn't even sleep because of the fear of being out in the open for walkers to find them. But now they were in a new place, that was completely secure, and she was asleep in Daryl's arms, with Jamie right there. Rose opened her eyes, reaching out for Jamie only to find the empty spot where she once was. Rose shot up, startling Daryl awake and he looked at her confused as she stood up, looking around at the sleeping members of the group, "Jamie?" She called out, not caring if she woke them, "Jamie baby where are you?!" Rose shouted as she stepped over Glenn, who shot up when she accidently stepped on his hand.
"Where's Rick?" Daryl asked as he grabbed his crossbow, following after Rose as she shouted for her daughter, Rick running over to her from his spot on the van.
"What is it? What's happened?" He asked, shushing Rose as she started to scream again, and Rose shook her head, keeping on a brave face.
"Jamie's missing, I.. I don't know where she's gone." Rose was close to tears, she could feel it, but she couldn't let them slip, she wasn't weak, and with the group members eyes on her she couldn't let herself seem weak. "Did you see her Rick? She's just a girl, there's no way she could have snuck passed you."
Rick shook his head, "No, no I didn't see her Rose, the last time I did my rounds she was sleeping right in between you and Daryl." Rick said quickly, following after Rose as she stormed off, screaming for Jamie again.
"Jamie! Baby where are you!? Please!" She screamed, feeling Rick grip her hand and pull her back to him as the other group members spilt up, searching the yard for the girl.
"Rose, I know you're worried, we're gonna find her, but you need to stay quiet." Rick said through clenched teeth, looking to the fence where the walkers were starting to gather because of her shouts. Rose nods, feeling Daryl's hand on her shoulder, and she closed her eyes, letting that one tear slip out before the sound of a scream echoed through the yard followed by the cries of 'Mommy'.
"Jamie!" Rose screamed, pulling away from Rick and Daryl's hold and towards the sound of her daughter's screams. Rose eyes widened when she saw the walker with his fingers tangled in her blonde curls. Rose screamed out Jamie's name, running as fast as she could and wrapped her arms around Jamie's waist, trying to pry the walker's deathly grip from her curls, hearing Jamie's hair rip some, causing her daughter to cry more before she heard Daryl tell her to pull Jamie back some. Just as Rose pulled Jamie away from the fence, the sound of Michonne's sword swinging down rung in her ears, followed by the cutting of flesh, and Rose fell onto her bottom, Jamie in her arms.
Daryl looked to the girls, seeing how Rose cried now as she hugged Jamie to her chest, Jamie sobbing and panicking because of the hand that was still tangled into her hair, and Daryl knelt down beside the girls, and untangled the cold, rotten hand from the little girl's hair and chucked it over the fence where the dead walker now laid, seeing Michonne wiping the blood from her Katana.
"What the hell were you doing all on your own Jamie?" Daryl snapped, looking down at the young girl as she pulled from her mother some, wiping at her eyes. Rose looked over to her daughter, not able to feel angry because of all the fear she was feeling before, and now the relief of having Jamie being okay, so she let Daryl take the angry parent role from her.
"I…I had to go to the bathroom." She stuttered, crying still, and Daryl shook his head, taking her arm in his rough hand and pulled her closer.
"You don't ever do that Jamie, do you understand? You don't go on your own, ever, you have to always stay with us." He scolds, giving the little girl a pointed look when she went to open her mouth, "Do you understand me Jamie? You never leave camp, especially in a place you know is full of walkers, you could have got bit, you know what that would do to your momma if you got hurt? Or bit?"
Jamie looked up at Daryl, her bottom lip quivering as the man who had come to being the closest thing to a father yelled at her, his grip on her arm tight, "I… I'm sorry." She sobbed, her head hanging low as she cried softly, and Daryl frowned, feeling a little bad for making the small girl cry and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly as the rest watched, pressing his lips to her hair as he ran his hand over the back of her head.
"Just don't do it again." He muttered, closing his eyes when Jamie nods, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Rick put a hand on Daryl's shoulder, looking around at the group as he sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes, "We've found the girl… and now we've got work to do, you two finish up here and meet us back over by the camp." Rick said to the couple, looking from Rose to Daryl before they both nodded, watching as Rick and the others headed back to the camp.
Rose sighed, running a dirty hand through her equally dirty hair, and moved to stand, looking down at Jamie who continued to cry as Daryl ran his hand through the girl's ratty locks, looking over at Rose who was biting her lip. "I say we ground her," He said, and Rose raised an eyebrow, smiling a little as she shook her head.
"And how do you suppose we ground her Mr. Dixon?" She asks, putting a hand on her hip as Jamie looked between the adults, a little scared.
"Take away her gun privileges for a few days?" He suggests, shrugging a bit, both adults looking down at the little girl as she whined.
"No! I'm sorry; I just had to pee really bad!" Jamie pleaded, looking from her mom to Daryl seeing him shake his head and hold his hand out, gesturing with his fingers to hand over her gun, and Rose crossed her arms over her chest, a small smile on her lips as Jamie looked over at her, pleading with her eyes, but Rose just nods towards Daryl and Jamie groans.
"If I get eaten by walkers it's going to be ya'll guys' fault!" Jamie grumbled as she unbuckled the holster from her waist, and shoved it into Daryl's arms, before stomping away to the camp. Rose looked over at Daryl as he smiled, shaking his head as he took the gun from its holster, and shoved it in the back of his pants, tossing the leather straps and buckles over his shoulder.
"You've got the mean parent down pretty well," She teased, elbowing him in the ribs gently as he laughs, and walks beside her as they followed after Jamie, "Who would of thought daddy Dixon could be mean." She joked, smiling over at him as he rolled his eyes.
"The girl's gotta learn her place, the last thing we need is another Carl running around, gettin' us into trouble." He said, and Rose nods smiling a bit.
"Amen to that."
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It was about an hour or two after Jamie's little incident, and the group was getting ready to enter the closed off section of the prison, the strongest, and most capable members of the group stand ready at the gate as they waited to get in, determined to take over the other section of their new home. Rose was nervous, her eyes never leaving Jamie as she stood beside Carl, smiling at the older boy as he gushed about something to her, her daughter's eyes bright, and she could help but chuckle when she watched her daughter laugh. The little flirt, she thought to herself, seeing now that Jamie was a bit more like Rose than she had wanted. Rose felt someone touch her hand, and she turned, looking up at Daryl as he tilted his head towards the gate, letting her know that it was about time for them to go in. Rose took in a sharp breath as her hold on her machete tightened, looking over at Hershel when he spoke.
"Ready?" Rose nodded, as did the rest of the group members, and Rose raised her weapon, watching as Rick opened the gate, and everyone filed in, T-Dog taking down the first walker, Rick calling out to Daryl to take down the one approaching their flank, and Rose heard the gate shutting behind her, knowing now this was a kill or be killed situation. Rose turned so her back was to Daryl's, the two pressed against each other as he took out a walker in front of him, and Rose swung her machete, hearing the crack of the thing that used to be a prisoner here skull before she yanked her weapon back, flicking it to her left, the blood spattering off and onto the ground. Daryl gripped Rose's hand, and dragged her back into the circle the group was in, looking to her left to see Michonne chop a walker's head clean off, and she turned her eyes back to the front of her, moving forward some to grip the walker by its shoulder, and shoved her blade through its chin the tip of the blade coming out of the top of his head before she pulled back, and moved into her place between Michonne and Daryl. This strategy went on, they'd stay back to back with each other, and take out all the walkers surrounding them, a way to keep each member safe, the other members of the group shouting and pounding on the fence, trying to get the walkers attention. Rose wasn't paying attention to how many walkers there were anymore, she only focused on taking them out, one by one, each monster that got near her earned a blade through the head. "Don't break rank!" Rose heard Rick shout out to T-Dog as headed to grab a caution shield that once belonged to a SWAT team officer. Rick shouted for Maggie when she broke rank, going to finish off a walker T-Dog pushed down, before running back over to them. Rose's heart was racing; her lungs were burning as she stood by Daryl, his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist as they walked backwards from the scene of all the slaughtered walkers that were scattered across the concrete. "We're almost there." Rose could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as they neared the stair case, and the other section of the prison. Rose pressed herself against the cool concrete wall, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. "God damn, I need to quit smoking." She breaths, hearing Daryl chuckle beside her as Ricks opens up a door, seeing nothing inside and then continued down the corridor, cursing before he threw himself against the wall, the other survivors doing the same as they looked to their leader for guidance. Rose watched as walkers dressed in full armor, and protective masks stalked out from behind a dumpster, and Rose groaned inwardly, she went to grab for Daryl when he stepped forward, but he was too far and she felt herself start to panic. She watched as the two armor clad walkers turned to see them, Daryl raising his crossbow and shot an arrow that bounced right off the geek's mask. Rose reached forward and grabbed onto Daryl's arm, pulling him back before the walker could grab a hold of him, and then made her way forward, pushing the walker back, going to rip its mask off while the other group members fought of the other walkers. Rose let out a cry when another walker gripped onto her hair, pulling her head back just as she kicked the other walker in the chest, sending it flying back, and sending herself closer to the walker trying to take a bite out of her neck. "Rose! Damnit!" She heard Daryl call out, as he fought his way over to her, but Rose turned her machete in her hands, and jerked it back, hearing the breathless moan of the walker slip down the wall, ripping some of her hair in in the process. "I'm okay, I'm fine!" She shouted just as Rick called out to Daryl for help, who glanced at Rose before going to help the sheriff. Rose turned kicking the walker that she had pushed to the ground earlier in the face, knocking the things face mask off, then drove her machete through its skull, letting out an grunt as she did so, and pulled back, running over to help the others. Rose heard Maggie shout in joy, seeing how she managed to take out one of the walkers in armor, and the rest of the group followed in her example, taking out each and every walker until finally the seven of them stood in a corridor full of dead corpses, and then the animated once behind the sealed gate. Rose sighed, wiping the sweat the from her brow with the back of her hand, looking over at Daryl as he made his way back to her, and stood close to her side, walking around to examine their surroundings, Rose looking over at Rick when he told Glenn to stop.
"Well, it looks secure," Glenn said in a small voice, looking over at Rick a bit confused, Daryl raising an eyebrow and a hand as he pointed towards the walkers.
"Not from the look of the courtyard over there." Daryl said, Rose sighing as she looks towards the walkers, then followed his hand as he pointed down at the dead girl, "And that's a civilian." He said, Rose frowning as she let her eyes wander over the girl, who had to only be in her twenties, baked from the sun, and so far gone to the disease she barely looked human.
"So the interior could be overrun by walkers from outside the prison." T-Dog sighed, Rose squinting as she looked over at her, raising a hand to block the sun from her eyes.
"Well if there are walls down what are we going to do? We can't rebuild this whole place." Glenn said, holding his arms out and Rose bit her lip.
"Block them off, with cars… or something." She suggested, shrugging a little as she rolled her neck, feeling Daryl's hand going to the back of it, squeezing it gently, trying to help her get the kink out making her sigh as she leaned back into his touch.
"We can't risk a blind spot," Rick said, turning his head to look behind him some, "We have to push in." Rose sighed a bit as she looked down at her feet, feeling Daryl take a hold of her elbow to get her moving again even though she was sore and tired, and glanced over at Andrea as she nudged her side gently, giving her a wicked smirk.
"I bet we're about to find some prison cells for you Rosie." She teased, winking over at her, Maggie and Michonne both laughing as Rose rolled her eyes at Andrea's jest, Daryl staring at the women like they were nuts, something he did quite often when he didn't understand what was being discussed.
"Something I should know about?" Daryl asked Rose as he walked alongside her, causing the three women in front of them to laugh louder at Daryl's unknowing and Rose just shook her head, her cheeks pink as she tried not to laugh to much.
"Nope, nothing at all, yet at least." She teased, winking over at him before jogging a head to hit Andrea in the side playfully, all the women laughing again. Rose stood beside Andrea and Michonne as Daryl moved in front of them, standing a little away from Rick as he opened the door slowly, letting Daryl go in before the rest. Rose entered a little after Andrea, looking around the empty building scrunching her nose up at the smell of rotting bodies.
"You think any thing's in here," Rose shrugged some at the sound of Andrea's voice in her ear, her machete held up in a defending manner, looking up to the guard tower where she could see blood splatter and brain matter caked onto the window. Rose followed Andrea down the stairs, looking towards Daryl who was speaking to Rick with hand gestures, the two forming a plan together. Rose glided over to Daryl, keeping close to him as they watched Rick make his way up the stairs, his footsteps growing louder until he reached the inside of the booth, checking if the body was going to get back up and attack them. Rose sighed when Rick held up a chain full of keys, and lowered her weapon, leaning on her good leg some as she wiped at her face.
Rose sighed when Rick nodded them all over towards a door with the faded words 'CELL BLOCK C' written over it, and let Daryl drag her over by her elbow, noticing Rose's slight limp. "How's your leg feeling?" He asked quietly, making the other group members turn to look at her.
"Fine, I'm fine, let's just keep going." She grumbled as she tried to keep her weight off her foot, seeing Daryl's worried eyes, and Rick looking her over before continuing on through the corridor, the group reaching a barred door. As Rick unlocked the door, Rose felt Daryl pull her back some making her sigh as she titled her head to look up at him, meeting his worried eyes.
"You gotta quit your bullshittin' Rose," He said firmly, and Rose raised an eyebrow, giving him an innocent smile.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Daryl," She whispered, smiling softly when he narrowed his eyes, "I'm fine, really, my leg is fine, it's sore, but it's fine, now can we please move on?"
Daryl stared down at her, waiting for Rose to say something snarky about him staring, but she didn't, making him sigh, "You're going to be the death of me." He grumbled as he followed after Rick once the group had made their way through the door.
"I didn't say anything!" She laughed quietly moving in after him, her eyes widening a bit at the size of the cell block, and the lack of walking corpses. She looked to Daryl and Rick as they made their way up the stairs, before going towards the open door. She could hear the grunts and moan of the walkers in the upper cells while Rick and Daryl took them out, but she turned into the doorway, running straight into a snarling walker. As she went to raise her machete to take the thing out, the walker gripped onto her hair pulling her close, making he scream, accidently dropping her machete when trying to push the walker off of her.
Daryl heard Rose's screams and he turned to Rick, the two looking to each other before running down the stairs, seeing the others already running to Rose's rescue. Daryl hurried into the hall just in time to see Michonne take out the walker that was trying to make a snack out of Rose, and Daryl gripped Rose by her arm and pulled her up from the floor, making her cry out some. "What is it? Were you bit?" Daryl asked quickly, his hand going to her chin, tilting her head to each side, checking for any bites or scratches while she shook her head.
"My leg," She winced watching as Daryl dropped to his knees in front of her, taking the flash light that Rick handed to him and rolled her pants leg up, his eyes widening as he noticed how swollen her ankle was, "Is it bad?" She asked quietly, biting down on her bottom lip and Daryl sighed.
"Yes Rose," He said shaking his head as he stood back up, "You should have said somethin' it looks like Barney's fucking leg." He snapped, and Rose bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
"Sorry?" She shrugged, smiling when he rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine, I just need to stay off my leg is all." She said looking over to Rick as he sighed.
"Rose," He started shaking his head before taking the machete from her hand, "I'm borrowing this," He said meeting her eyes as she nods, "You've got to stay with Lori and the others from now on, until that leg is better… Once we get the others in here I want you to have Hershel take a look at it you hear me?"
Rose nods again, smiling a bit, "Whatever you say sheriff."
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Rose was sitting at the top of the stairs, looking down at her swollen purple ankle, wincing when she tried to move it. Daryl was a few yards away from her, clearing out the dead bodies from the cells up top, while Glenn guided the other members of the group into the cell block. Rose smiled when she saw Jamie, her daughter running over to her, and into her arms. "There's my girl." He breathed out her arms wrapping around Jamie's body, smiling when Jamie pressed a kiss to her lips, adjusting herself in her mother's arms
"Whatchu do to your leg now momma?" Jamie sighed as she looked down at her mother's swollen ankle, hearing Daryl mutter something to himself from the behind them, and Jamie craned her head back to look at him, "What was that Mr. Daryl?"
Daryl stopped what he was doing, looking over at the small blonde girl, "I said your momma was being an idiot, something she does regularly you know."
Jamie smiles a little as she looked back at Rose who was glaring over at Daryl, "It's kind of true mom." Jamie said with a shrug, making Rose gasp as Daryl laughed, "You can really be an idiot sometimes."
Rose rolled her eyes taking Jamie's face in her hand, squeezing the girl's cheeks together as she giggled, "You're supposed to be on my side missy." She said scrunching her face up to match Jamie's before pecking her on the lips, and stood her up, slapping her on the butt gently, "Go find us a decent cell to sleep in." Rose said, leaning back on her elbows as Jamie ran up the stairs and to Daryl's side.
"I ain't sleepin' in no cage." Daryl said down to the group after Rick had explained to everyone what was going on, and Jamie perked up, following after him.
"Yeah, me neither." Jamie said, trying to match Daryl's stride, and Rose chuckled.
"Guess Jambo and I are taking the perch." Daryl said down to the group, and Rose sighed, leaning her head back against the stairs.
"And I'm assuming I'm being dragged into the perch too?" She mumbled to herself, tilting her head to the side a she looked at Andrea and Michonne as they made their way up the stairs.
"Guess you don't get any of that hot rough cell sex." Andrea said loud enough for Daryl to hear who stopped what he was doing and looked over at the three girls, watching as Rose blushed, her hands going over her face and listened to Andrea and Michonne laugh. Daryl hadn't realized his jaw had fallen down some, only noticing it when Jamie pushed it shut, giggling because of the look he had made.
"You heard something funny didn't you?" She asked, looking back over at her mother as she let Andrea and Michonne help her to her feet. "They remind me of Charlie's Angels," Jamie said her head tilting to the side as Daryl and her stared at the three women as they whispered about something, before laughing more, "But they are more like…. Rick's Angels, or Daryl's Angels…" Daryl looked down at Jamie as she rambled on, pulling at the end of her braid, her hair still caked with dirt and blood.
"You best stop day dreamin' bout your momma being a spy and get to bed," He said, pointing down at the bed he had made for her and her mother, "You've got a big day tomorrow, and your momma's gonna need your help gettin' around since she's hurt her leg again."
Jamie sighed as she nods, pouting to herself before flopping down on the small mattresses and covers that were thrown across the hard floor, and pulled her shoes off, setting them beside her. "Do you have my book?" She asked, looking up at Daryl who was still staring at Rose, unable to get what Andrea had said out his mind.
"Uh, uh, the one Dale gave you?" He asked shaking his head trying to get the thoughts of gripping Rose by the hips and taking her right against the railings she was leaning on out of his mind, looking down at Jamie, her big, innocent eyes peering back up at him as she nods, "Yeah, right here darlin' hold on." He mumbled as he knelt down, and rummaged through his bag, pulling out the bright pink book full of fairy tales he carried around for Jamie, freezing a bit when he felt Rose's hand moving down his shoulders.
"You gonna read us a story before bed Dixon?" Rose cooed, smiling to herself as she noticed Daryl shudder some before handing the book off to Jamie, turning so he was facing Rose, who only smirked back at him.
"No time for stories Rosie," He said raising an eyebrow as she smiled, "To many prison cells to investigate right?" He asked, seeing her blush, her hand going over her mouth making him laugh as he shook his head.
"You," Rose bit her lip sighing as she realized he had heard Andrea and her talking, "Just pretend you heard nothing." She mumbled standing up and grabbed her bag, "Jamie, mom's gonna change out of these nasty clothes." She said, biting her lip as she looked down at Daryl, "In fact, Daryl should too, and Jamie you need to change into your pajamas before you sleep." She said pointing down at her daughter who nods at her.
Daryl looks up at Rose a little confused, watching as she kinked one of her eyebrows up, the sides of her lips curling up into a smile he wasn't used to from her, and before he knew it he was on his feet with his bag in hand. "Jamie go to Carol's cell, her and Lori can help you with your PJs." Daryl said quickly following after Rose down the stairs.
Rose bit her lip as she glanced back at Daryl, who was letting her lead them out into the corridor that lead to the yard outside, stopping once Daryl closed the door behind them. Rose glanced back at him smiling a little as she dropped his bag, "So what exactly was it you've been gossiping about with your girlfriends?" He asked quietly, keeping to himself as Rose shrugged off her jean jacket, and let it fall to the ground.
"Nothing of importance," She said with a shrug, turning her back to Daryl, "Just… how I thought this prison would be the perfect place to take things a bit more serious." She said as she unbuttoned her pants, and pushed them down slowly, knowing he had a nice view of her lacy underwear stopping her movements when her pants hung loosely off her hips, before turning to look at him, biting her lip again. "What do you think?' She asked tilting her head to the side… "You think we're ready for the next level?"
Daryl's eyes wandered over her toned legs, before going back to her lacey underwear, licking his lips once as he took in a deep breath and took a step to close the distance between them. His hand went through her hair, not minding the tangles and rattiness of it as his lips were on hers immediately. Rose reacted quickly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him down to her. Daryl moved forward, pressing Rose into the wall as his hands fell from her hair, down along her sides, before slipping beneath her shirt. Rose moaned softly into his lips, before she pressed her head back into the wall when his lips moved along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her shoulder. His fingers moved down along her hips, over the underwear, and downward as he crouched. He moved each leg out of her pants gently, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin, a couple on her swollen ankle before setting it on the ground again, his lips moving up. He was on his feet, and his hand moved her shirt over her head before he stepped back to admire the view of her, "Damn."
Rose couldn't believe she actually blushed, but before he let out another smartass comment of his, she lurched close to bring his lips to hers again, and he pressed her back into the wall again. Rose's hand moved over his plaid shirt, working the buttons off. When she started to push it off his shoulders, he pulled away and grabbed her wrists. Rose frowned a little, "It ain't gonna be a pretty sight, Rosie." He warned gently as his hand went to her cheek. She leaned into his touch, but her hands still pushed his shirt back, over his rigid shoulders. With a sigh of defeat, Daryl let her.
Rose smiled as her fingers trailed over his shoulder blades, until reaching his back before trailing down, hovering softly over the tender skin. "It's okay." She murmured and lifted a brow as she looked at him, "Don't you get insecure now." Rose snickered teasingly and he rolled his eyes, "You're one provocative woman, eh?" She had to laugh, and he immediately silenced by placing his lips on hers again, "Stop the talking." He taunted, and she nodded quickly. Rose's hands fell over his chest as his hands explores her body, drinking in every inch of her as he nipped at her bottom lip. Daryl pushed his hips up into hers when her hands dared to travel down to his pants, "Not yet, Rosie." He moaned softly and she scowled in complaint; however, the scowl faded as he continued to push his hips into hers. She barely had any clothes on, and his every movement drove her a little crazy every minute. Daryl pulled away a little, and she did a small thanks as her hands had access to his belt again. She quickly undid it, with a little experience as Daryl watched, impressed. He'd done lots of girls before, but Rose - Rose was a special case. How special, that he didn't know yet. His train of thoughts got cut when her hands curled around him, and his hand immediately gripped her wrist. "Nu uh, no games, little woman. You had your chit chat about it with your girlfriends, now let me take over the 'doing' part." Daryl reluctantly drew her hand away, and shook his head when she pouted, "Ain't gonna work, Rosie." Daryl's hands moved over her shoulders, sliding off her bra straps before his fingers trailed over her skin, around her back to the clasp as he undid it. He let Rose shake the bra off, and admired her supple breasts.
Rose, again, blushed underneath his gaze. She was no virgin, but she sure as hell felt like one. Daryl wrapped one arm around her, pressing her hips to his as his free hand tugged away her underwear, tossing them away as he immediately gripped her legs to lift them around his waist. "Don't wanna hurt that leg of yours again now, would we?" Daryl murmured pointedly as he peered up at her, and Rose felt a small smile tug at her lips, the kind that made Daryl smile back just as warm before he kissed her again. He still held her at a distance, a distance that irritated Rose a little bit too much. Daryl kissed, bit, nipped, and sucked at her skin, peppering those little ministrations of his over her lips, jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulder, and chest. Rose's hands were in his hair, sometimes guiding his lips back to hers, sometimes just holding on to muffle her moans when used his lips everywhere but hers.
Daryl made sure he made her moan, very thoroughly too. He'd gotten pleasure of hearing other girls just screaming his name, but Rose? Daryl just wanted to satisfy her, and only her. His hand reached down to align himself over her, before he his eyes found hers, "You ready now?" He asked, and Rose nodded quickly, a little breathless. Daryl's free arm went around her body, holding her close as he pushed into her, surprisingly slow. Rose bit her lower lip, shutting her eyes tightly as Daryl dropped his head onto her shoulder. They both complemented each other. He was fit for her and she was fit for him, it felt perfect. Daryl moved slowly at beginning, and Rose just tried to contain her moans, breathing a little too quick through her nose. His lips were on her shoulder, sucking, nipping, trying to be silent. Rose simply just pushed her body into his chest, gasping through her teeth when he picked up his pace.
Rose let out a soft whimper, earning a small smirk from Daryl that she felt on her skin as his lips drifted down. Rose's grip on his hair tightened as his lips hovered along her cleavage, and around her breasts, "God.." She complained and he chuckled a little, "Just call me Daryl, Rosie." Rose rolled her eyes as she turned her head to press it into the wall again, taking in a shaky breath when his lips moved over her mounds, his thrusts into her maintaining a steady pace before slowly accelerating his lips latched around her nipple. Rose gasped again, this time a little more audible as she rocked her hips into his, her lips falling apart as she clenched her eyes shut. Daryl bit onto the soft bud gently, and Rose just moaned again, breathing too quick, too audible, but it sounded just about perfect to Daryl, the muscles down deep within him coiling as did Rose's. He felt her clench around him, her hips pushing into his as she took him in, and in no time he was buried deep into her - to the hilt. Daryl's arm snaked from around Rose's body to her other bereft breast, kneading softly with his palm as his lips worked the one he was latched on. He moved his lips away and stared at her as he moved faster into her, drinking in her face, and how pleasured she was, just loving the beauty of it. He let out a groan accidentally when she arched her hips up a little, and Rose simply snickered. "Two can play that game, Dixon." Rose muttered breathlessly, and he grinned before he claimed her lips again, his hand gripping hers and holding them over her head as he went on a faster pace. Their hips rocked, the only sounds were their moans and the skin on skin movement. Rose was at her high now, all she needed was one little shove to fall off the cliff. Daryl leaned closer and nipped at her earlobe before he whispered ever so huskily, "Let go, Rosie. For me, you let go now." And she did. Rose's body arced into his, and shook wildly as his name fell out of her lips so loudly, walkers a mile away could have heard it. Daryl immediately silenced her, his lips on hers again as he moaned into her lips, he too emptying into her. Rendered breathless, the two gasped into each other's lips, but Daryl was the first to manage some words, "Beats the hot rough cell sex you had in mind, huh?" He whispered breathlessly.
"Shut up." Rose huffed as she laughed a little. Daryl turned, holding her up before he eased out of her and cradled her into his arms. His back was pressed into the wall, and he slid down against it before he settled into the ground, letting Rose's body settle between his legs as her head fell back onto his shoulder.
"How's the leg?" He asked, his lips pressing beneath her ear as his arms wrapped around her body, cover her up.
Rose smiled, "It's fine, Daryl. It's perfect." She mumbled as she turned her head to look up at him. She saw the smile on his face, one of his rarest, and she craned her lips upwards to press her lips to his, before pulling away a little, and settling back into his arms again.
Rose trailed the pads of her fingers along Daryl's arm, her head leaning against his shoulder while he held her close, "Your daddy caused those scars huh?" She asked quietly, hoping her accusation wouldn't upset him.
Daryl chewed on the inside of his cheek, "Yeah,." He mumbled leaning his head back against the cool wall, trying not to let himself slip into old memories.
"It makes sense," Rose said quietly, sitting up some, hugging her knees to her chest turning her head some to look at him, "Why you are the way you are." She said smiling sadly over at him as he looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "You're kind…. And you deliberately go out of your way to protect people…. Like Sophia and Carol." She said shrugging a little. "You're a good person Daryl, whether you want to believe it or not."
Daryl looked down at Rose choosing not to say anything to her, but leaned forward and pressed his lips to her shoulder, "We should head back." He whispered before he stood up, and helped Rose to her feet. The two remained silent as Daryl adjusted his pants, and buckled his belt again, glancing over at Rose as she limped to her bag, and rummaged through her belongs, before pulling on her undergarments, and the shorts she always slept in. "Here." Daryl said and tossed a button up shirt from his bag in her direction, smiling when she caught it, "It's probably the cleanest thing I have." He shrugged as he pulled a grey shirt over his head, watching as Rose buttoned her shirt up.
"You think anyone noticed our absence?" She asked as she gripped her bag, and let Daryl wrap an arm around her waist, helping her walk a little bit faster.
"Probably," He admits, chuckling a bit when she sighed, "I'm sure they won't say nothin' though, maybe Andrea." He points and Rose nods, leaning against his side when he opened up the barred door, the sound of soft whispers and snores filling the room the group was in.
Rose smiled a bit when Rick turned the corner, his eyebrows raised as he inspected the two, biting his bottom lip before chuckling to himself, "Ya'll let me know next time you excuse yourselves from the cell block." He says, looking over to Rose as she brushed her hair behind her ear, trying not to seem to suspicious, but from the look on Rick's face it was obvious what the two had been up to.
"Won't happen again," Daryl said with a nod, Rick rolling his eyes as he patted him on the shoulder before heading towards where ever he was sleeping, and let Daryl lead Rose back up to their makeshift bed at the top of the stairs.
Rose smiled at the sight of Jamie asleep, her bunny clutched in her side, and her book peeking out from beneath her pillow. Rose sighed and set her bag down, looking over to Daryl as he walked along the cells, checking on everyone while Rose moved to lie down beside Jamie. . Rose closed her eyes, trying to sleep, but all she could think of was Daryl; how he touched her, kissed her , looked at her… She couldn't wrap her head around what she was feeling, the last time she felt this way it had been with Ryder… and it didn't turn out so good.
"Mommy," Rose opened her eyes, and turned her head smiling at little as Jamie yawned, and scooted closer to her mother. "I don't want to leave this place."
"You won't have to," Rose looked up as she heard Daryl who dropped down on his mattress beside Jamie, and her daughter turned on her side to look over at him, while Rose yawned and lay back in bed, running her fingers through Jamie's hair, trying to get the knots out. "This is our place now Jambo, where we can be safe."
Rose smiles a little at Daryl's words. Safe. He was right, they were safe, for the time being…. But Rose wasn't going to do that to herself, let herself worry constantly over being safe, she just needed her daughter, and she knew no matter what she would be safe… as long as she had Daryl at her side.
So, again, I cut this one short….well shorter than I had originally planned, but I like this chapter, and I'm sure you all enjoyed it I hope! Next chapter the new character is going to be introduced, any ideas?
Also, I'd like to give a huge thanks to my good friend, and beta reader Yasmin, the most amazing person on this planet, because she my friends, wrote that amazing smut... because I haven't been able to write smut lately, so everyone thank her!