So sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I will try to update quicker next time. There's a bit of smut for those who wanted it.. If not feel free to skip ahead. Thanks again for the reviews :)
The day had flown by in a blur. T-Dog and Glenn both volunteered to dig two holes for Hershel's wife and step-son. After that they left the family to grieve over their lost loved ones. Andrea and Shane on the other hand spent the day putting the rest of the bodies in the back of a pickup truck to burn them far away from where we were still staying.
Everyone stayed inside their tents for the most time. They were all anticipating for us to finally move on. They all knew we had probably been told to leave hours ago but no one had bothered asking if the rumors were true.
The sun was already starting to set and it had been decided that Carl and I would no longer stay inside Hershel's home. Dale told us both we could sleep inside his RV in his bed but I didn't feel right about invading his space too. After a few arguments, mainly between my dad and me, I gave in.
I sat up in the small bed making sure Carl had enough space and was comfortable and soon enough he was fast asleep. Despite the headaches I was still having I was feeling like how I was a week ago before the time I spent away from the group. I pulled my knees up and started unraveling the bandage around my leg. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it down at my leg.
I hadn't bothered thoroughly looking at my leg until now. I had no idea what this sick fuck had in mind when he ran the knife around my leg like that but I was just thankful he didn't cut any deeper. I ran my finger over the cut and was glad that it had at least stopped bleeding.
I turned off the flashlight and stood up so I could hear if Dale had fallen asleep. After standing towards the bathroom for at least twenty minutes I heard Dale's breathing and soon I heard his snores. I put more of my weight on my leg as I tiptoed out of the RV.
I shut the door quietly behind me and hoped that nobody was outside at the moment. Without using the flashlight and taking larger strides I finally walked into Daryl's tent. I was greeted with an arrow inches from my face. As soon as I flashed my light at him he slowly lowered it.
"What the hell are you doin' sneakin' in like that?" he barked. He put down his crossbow and reached for the lantern that was on the ground. He turned it on and after I shut his tent I sat down next to him.
"Do you sleep with that?" I questioned. I saw Daryl furrowing his eyebrows. "You probably cuddle with it and everything." He finally relaxed his forehead and let out a short breath through his nose. "You wouldn't have to sleep with that if you actually closed your tent. Unless… were you expecting me to come in?"
"No."
"You're a bad liar," I told him.
"Why don't you just listen for once?" he asked. "You need to stay in an actual bed."
"That bed is practically the same size as your cot. And did I mention Carl is a violent sleeper? He punches in his sleep."
"Just tie up his hands or somethin'," Daryl said.
"You're just as funny as I am."
Daryl stretched once and moved towards the edge of the cot practically kicking me off in the process.
"You gonna turn that light out?" He questioned.
"Are you kicking me out already?" I asked while leaning forward and turning the lantern off. Just as I did that I felt his arm snake around my waist. I leaned back and laid down parallel to Daryl. I felt giddy for the first time in a while. Earlier in the day I had been so down from everything that was happening but now it was a complete 180. I had to contain myself from doing or saying anything stupid right now. Daryl was different than any guy I knew.
This was the closest I had been to Daryl despite already having kissed him. I felt like I did at the CDC. I felt safe and content, my usual feelings when I was only around Daryl, like none of this walker bullshit was happening.
"Don't get too comfortable," Daryl said. I felt his warm breathe on the back of my head. I turned my body so I was now facing him. I leaned forward and my lips connected with his neck. I kept them there and laughed into his neck after he cleared his throat. "You know your old man is gonna come lookin' for you in the mornin'." I craned my neck to kiss him two more times; once on his jaw and the second one I planted on his lips. "Alright, that's enough for tonight."
I moved my right arm to his back and started drumming my fingers. "If you say so."
"I was just suggestin' we stop before it gets all weird."
I refrained from laughing and instead I kissed him again. "I'll stop if you're getting all hot and bothered, but can I ask you something?" I took his silence as a yes. "Have you ever done anything with a woman? I mean, usually this is the part where you at least take off your shirt."
"'Course I have," Daryl said. "It's just this end of the world shit... Why would you even consider fucking around with me when there's the Asian boy or…"
"Or?" I asked. This time I started laughing. "Or? There is nobody else unless we meet some other group. And trust me; I hope that if there really is a God that we don't cross paths with any other group." I sighed loudly and brought my hand up to his neck. "If you're completely clueless, I actually like you. But if you don't want to, well, you know, I get it."
"I just didn't want you regrettin' it one day," he replied. "Or getting knocked up."
"You just don't want to get caught," I told him. "The next time a gun is pointed you think it might be you looking down that barrel."
Daryl took my head in his hand and carefully brought it forward to his lips. He kissed my forehead gingerly and sighed. "Alright then," he finally said. "But what am I supposed to do? Pull out?"
"Run your hand up and down my shoulder," I told him. "Tell me when you feel something weird."
He did just as I told him to do and soon enough he was running his thumb back and forth over the same spot on my arm. "What the hell is that?"
"It's a birth control implant."
"Why do you have it?" he questioned.
"Um… to not get knocked up like you so kindly said."
"I just meant I didn't know you've done it before."
"Yeah, Daryl…" I bit down on my bottom lip trying to avoid smirking. "I have."
"Guess there's no reason for us not to then."
"Unless you just want to forget this conversation ever happened," I suggested.
He pulled me closer to him and his lips went straight for my neck. He was being gentle and I was glad for that. I didn't want to have anyone question the bite marks on my neck that sprouted overnight.
The cot was so small I was afraid that soon enough we would end up on the ground. He moved so he was on his knees hovering over me. I was now on my back and Daryl leaned forward. His lips went back to my neck and soon made their way up to my mouth. His hands became tangled in my hair while our lips moved in synch with each other.
He stopped kissing me and his face was inches from mine. He was breathing heavily now, "Your head okay?"
"It's fine."
"Leg?"
I wrapped my legs around his and grabbed him by his shoulders. I kissed him as my way to assure him that I was fine. I reached for the bottom of his tank top and started moving it up. He broke the kiss to quickly remove it himself and he threw it on the ground.
He pulled me up slowly so I was sitting up and he hastily took off my shirt for me. He kissed me on my lips, down to my chin, my neck and my collarbone. Right then he reached around and started fumbling around with my bra and quickly threw it on the ground. He started kissing my chest and took his time when he reached my nipples. He bit one of them softly and continued moving down. He planted one last kiss below my belly button.
He leaned back and starting slipping off my shorts and underwear. He quickly stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. He was hovering over me again, running his fingers up and down my thigh. I groaned out loud and reached for his fully stiff member.
I ran my finger up and down which caused him to shiver. He reached for my hands and held them above my head. He soon filled me with all he could causing us both to groan out loud. I realized that last groan was a little too loud and had to bite down on my lip from moaning anymore. I was risking a lot by doing this so close to everyone else this late at night. But at the moment I cared very little about getting caught. I was too into the moment.
My entire body was on fire from the building orgasm and I wanted more. He continued to thrust himself inside of me and I've never felt anything so amazing.
"Fuck," Daryl whispered quietly. I saw he too was biting down on his lip. I knew he was close but I didn't want this to be over. The blood rushed from my head to my feet. He finally reached his peak and I felt his warm release inside. He slowed down and while he was still inside me, he laid on top of me placing a final kiss on my chest.
We had both fallen asleep and when I finally woke up I noticed the sun had already risen. I tried not to wake Daryl when I moved his arm. I managed to get off the cot and started putting my clothes back on.
Just as I put my shirt on, Daryl stirred. "You tryin' to sneak out?"
"I wouldn't do that," I told him as I flung his boxer shorts at him. "I thought it would be better to be dressed." I sat down next to him after he put his boxers on. "Although… I wouldn't mind a repeat of last night."
"Might as well do it as much as we can before we leave this place. And today is probably moving day."
"Probably," I replied back. I stood up kissed him one last time. "I'm going to go talk to my dad." I peeked out of his tent and noticed the coast was clear. I wasn't sure which tent I was looking for but before I could start opening tents I saw Shane and my dad both walking from Hershel's house. Shane had his usual frown and I assumed they were coming back with bad news.
"Hershel's missing. Maggie thinks he's back to his old ways and I'm going to check out the local bar."
"You're going alone?" I asked. "Can I go?" Before I could even finish my sentence they had both shouted "no". "You're not going alone Dad."
"I came out to ask Glenn to go with me," he said. "He's already been to town."
"Don't drag him with you. Let me come."
He scoffed once and shook his head, "No Olivia. You're not going with us, especially with that leg. You need to stay off your feet and keep an eye on Carl."
"What's the point of going out looking for him when he's going to kick us out?" I asked.
"He saved Carl," he replied back. "He saved your brother's life and now his daughter is lying in her bed in shock for what she saw yesterday. I owe him that much. He needs to be with his family."
"So if you go out there and find him, does that mean we're staying?"
"We're just going to have to play it by ear."
"Come back alive then."
I left the two of them and went into the RV. Carl and Sophia were the only two inside. Sophia stopped talking to Carl and quickly looked up at me.
"Are you okay?" she questioned.
"Never better."
"You don't look it," she said.
"It's nothing," I told her. "My dad just left with Glenn to go find Hershel."
"Dad left again?" Carl questioned. "Why doesn't he ever take me with him?"
"Same reason he didn't take me with him," I told him.
"Why does Dad always volunteer to go out?"
"He likes helping people," I told him.
"Where did you go last night? I woke up and you weren't there."
"I went to sit on the roof a little bit," I lied to him.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Can Sophia and I go outside?"
"I'm not your mother. Do whatever you want. Just don't go off too far."
"My mom wouldn't let me wander off too far anyways," Sophia replied. "But we can stay in here with you if you want."
"Just go outside," I told them. "Don't go too far."
The two kids left the RV but before I could have a minute to myself Dale walked in and sat across from me.
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked him. "You really didn't have to give up your bed for us."
"Don't worry about it."
Dale looked out the window and I saw a frown form on his face when he turned away. I looked out the window and saw Shane was standing with Carl and Sophia.
"You don't like Shane," I stated.
"He's not a good man." He swatted his hand in the air. "I'm sorry. He's your father's friend but it felt good telling someone else that."
"Why don't you think he's a good person?"
"It's nothing you need to worry about," Dale replied.
"You just said you don't trust Shane and you're leaving it at that?" Dale kept quiet. "I don't like him all that much either so we're on the same boat. Did he threaten you?"
"He may as well have." He sighed and looked out the window. "I think he had something to do with Otis' death."
Finally there was someone that was agreeing with me. I knew I wasn't being delusional. "Did he say something about that?"
"The way he told the story," Dale said, "It didn't sound right. Not to mention he said enough to admit he did it."
"I thought the same thing too. I just don't get why he would do it."
"He said there were too many of them for just the two of them to deal with. He shot down Otis to escape is what I'm thinking what happened."
"He only did it for Carl. Shane was never like this before. I know he wouldn't kill anyone else that didn't deserve it."
"Otis didn't deserve to die like that," Dale interrupted. "He was only trying to help."
"I didn't mean it that way," I told Dale. "He went a little crazy yesterday but those aren't people anymore. He won't kill a living person as long as he's in this group. I promise you that."
Dale looked like he wanted to say more but he resisted saying anything else. "If you say so Olivia."
I spent most of the day waiting for Glenn and my dad to come back. Hours had past and I left the RV once to go back inside the house. I wanted to check on Beth. She was still lying on her bed as she had been all day.
Maggie refused to leave her bedside and I decided I had spent enough time inside that room. I went back out and walked inside the tent that looked like the one Glenn, Carl and I had slept in at our previous place.
Sure enough I recognized Glenn's bags and my bag. I started rummaging around for clean clothes. I had been wearing the same clothes for the past few days. I changed and crashed down onto one of the cots. I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep.
I heard someone slip quietly into the tent and walk up towards my cot. I figured the person was crotched down when I felt calloused fingers run up and down my face. I opened my eyes slightly and saw it was Daryl. He planted a kiss between my eyes and stood up to leave.
I wanted to reach for his hand to pull him back but it was way more risky in the daytime to do anything. I slipped into a deep sleep and was awoken by Carl furiously shaking me awake.
"Carl, what the fuck!"
"Dad's back," Carl shouted. "He's back and he brought some guy with him."
I opened my eyes finally. "What do you mean he brought some guy with him?" I finally sat up and was practically eyelevel with Carl. "Are he and Glenn okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine!" He pulled my arm to force me to my feet. "Come on."
He started pulling me out of the tent and the first thing I hear is Shane and my dad arguing. I should have been used to it by now but I wasn't.
"They left him to die," my dad was saying. "He's not a threat."
"Anyone who we don't know is a threat," Shane shouted back. "Why the hell did you even bring him back?"
"He's just a kid."
I was looking around for this kid they were talking about but I didn't notice anyone new. Before I could ask anyone where the new guy was I noticed Hershel was walking up from the barn. He was wiping the blood off his hands with a towel.
"I stitched him up as best as I could," Hershel said. "He's still out but he's going to need to rest up for at least a week."
"Who did you bring back?" I asked. "And why would you do that?"
"His group left him for dead," my dad said again. "I couldn't leave him behind. There were so many walkers." He shook his head. "I couldn't do that."
The rest of the group hadn't made many complaints about the three guys bringing back a stranger. I started backing away from everyone and made my way towards the barn. The door was closed and I opened it.
I walked inside and saw a young guy sitting on the floor with a blindfold covering his eyes. He looked young, around my age. I bent down and started to take off his blindfold.
"What if he was a part of that group?" I turned around quickly and noticed Daryl was standing at the barn door.
I looked back at the guy. His eyes were closed and he didn't look like he was pretending to be asleep. I pushed him over so his arm was parallel to the ground. I started digging through his pockets for no reason. I just wanted to know more about him.
I was about to give up digging through all his pockets when I reached into a small pocket inside his jacket. I felt something and pulled it out. It was a picture folded in half. I unfolded it and what I saw made me quickly throw it down.
