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( CDC)
Harmony was collapsed on top of him in the bed. His arms were spread out at either side of him, his legs were hanging off the bed. Harmony's head was on his chest and he was still inside her. He was slowly inching out of her but for right then, he was warm and wet in her. Daryl's eyes were closed and he couldn't believe his luck. He had kind of planned on jerking off if his cock didn't calm down but having sex with Harmony, instead of jerking off, had been better.
Harmony's hands came to his side as she pushed herself up. He slipped completely out of her, falling to the bed then. Daryl opened his eyes and looked at her. Harmony smiled down at him as she moved to his side. He titled his head up and watched as she crawled up the bed with just her tank top on. She grabbed the blankets, pulling them down.
" Come on, Dixon. I'm fucking tired." She said at the same time she settled down.
Daryl sighed but pushed himself up. He reached down and grabbed his boxers. As he stood up, he pulled them up then moved to the side of the bed. She was sleeping by the time he pulled the covers up and laid down beside her. He couldn't stop the grin that was plastered across his face. He put his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling. For once in his life things were looking great. He had just had good sex, had a hot girl laying beside him and they were all finally safe.
In the morning Daryl was planning on waking up, rolling on top of her and having good morning sex. Maybe he'd take her to the shower. He had never showered with a woman before. In his sleep, Daryl shook his head. He won't take her in the shower. In the bed they could have sex and he could leave his shirt on. In the shower she'd see his chest and stomach, along with the marks and scars. Yeah, good morning sex in the bed would be just as hot as sex in the shower. Although, he'd loved to see her body glistening in the water with soap slipping down her ass.
But when he woke up, his bed was empty. Daryl's head was pounding and he half wondered if he had dreamed it. He touched the bed and felt her warmth. She couldn't have left him that long ago. Daryl pushed himself up, closing his eyes as his stomach rolled. Stupid, fucking Southern Comfort. He got out of bed and ready for the day before he made his way to the kitchen. Harmony was sitting at the table with her elbows on it and her head in her hands. A cup of coffee was sitting in front of her. She didn't raise her head up or look his way as people muttered their good mornings to him. In fact, she didn't look at him the entire time through breakfast, a breakfast she didn't eat.
He ended up going back to his room and pacing the floor in front of the bed until the air stopped in the CDC.
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( Present day)
Daryl was balancing the bike between his legs as he stood at the end of the road. Harmony's hands were at his sides, her fingers caught up in his belt loops. He was looking through a pair of binoculars, checking the house and the barn for any signs of movements. Harmony wasn't saying anything. She was completely silent and still. Finally Daryl sighed and lowered his arms.
" Ain't nothin there unless they're in the barn." He said, sitting back down on the bike. " Boards on the house are still intact and the door's shut."
" You think the walkers are all gone?" Harmony asked.
" Don't know but if there's any left, they'll start comin out once they hear the bike. That happens, we haul our asses out of here." Daryl said. Harmony sighed and moved her hands from his belt to wrap around his waist. She settled into him.
" Sounds like a plan. Let's go, Dixon." She said. Daryl glanced back at her then nodded. He started the bike up, reved it then started forward.
Both were looking around, watching for any sign of movement but there was nothing. When Harmony saw the blood splatter from Beth's death she moved into Daryl move. She let her head come to rest against his back as she shut her eyes. So much death, so much blood. She felt Daryl tense up so Harmony's head came up but she couldn't see anything.
Daryl pulled up to the house and shut his bike off. They looked around and waited for a few minutes. Walkers were slow moving. They needed to give them time to come out of their hiding places. Harmony unstrapped his cross bow from her back and handed it over to him. Daryl dismounted from the bike then took the bow. As she got off, he readied his weapon. They were completely quiet. The grounds around them were completely quiet.
" We gonna check the house first then move on to the animal barn. Stay at my back and keep quiet. You see sumthin, tug on my shirt." Daryl ordered.
As they walked up the stairs, Harmony's hand came to rest against his lower back. Her fingers bunched up a little bit of his shirt. They were looking around carefully. Daryl took a hold of the door knob and turned it. It opened quietly and they walked in, cross bow up and aimed. Harmony stayed at his back while they moved through the house.
Once it was clear, they walked outside. Harmony looked down at the ground, seeing the ruts in the grass from the different cars that had been driven around. Her eyes were starting to burn with tears but she gave her head a hard shake. That was not the time for tears and she wasn't going to allow them to fall. No, she would hold them in as long as she possibly could. Now when she was finally alone...that would be a different story.
The barn in the distance was still smothering still nothing was moving around it. The animal barn was clear. The cows were restless but there were no walkers. The horse barn was still intact and the horses were fine as well. They walked over the RV with Harmony holding her breath as soon as they saw Jimmy's blood. When they determined everything was clear, that all the walkers had left the grounds, they made their way back to the house.
" What should we do, Daryl?" Harmony asked as she sat down on the steps. He sighed and shook his head. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the railing of the stairs.
" Don't know. Maybe wait it out a couple of days, see if the group comes back." He suggested.
She nodded and they fell into silence again. Both were looking out over the yard. Daryl was trying to figure out where the group could have gone since they learned that Fort Benning was a bust. Harmony was remembering how things looked when they had all been together. Yep, she was going to cry again. There was no point in trying to hold them in anymore.
" I'm going to go brush my teeth and take a shower. Then I'll make us some breakfast. You want to check the generator?" She asked standing up. She was proud that her voice was so strong. Daryl nodded as he looked up at her. Every one's bags and belongings were still inside the house.
" Yeah, sounds bout right." He said. It was her turn to nod. He turned from his standing position at the bottom of the stairs and watched her until she disappeared inside the house. He sighed and turned back around. He sank down onto the stairs.
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Once in the shower Harmony let her tears flow as freely as the shower water did. She washed her hair and body while she sobbed. The nights horrors filled her. She could see hear the fire roaring from the barn, hear the blast of shot guns in the distance and the moans of the dead. She could still see the walker's mouth chomping, trying it's hardest to bite her. She covered her face and sank down into the tub as the fear and sadness overrode her.
Daryl stood with his hands on the door frame of the bathroom and his head down. He could hear her crying over the water. He shook his head and closed his eyes. He had brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink and gathered up some clean clothes because he had planned on taking a shower after her. When he had walked past the bathroom, he heard a noise and had stopped to make sure she was okay. It only took a few seconds for him to realize she was crying. A part of him wondered why she had waited as long as she did. But she hardly ever let her emotions out, something he could respect and understand. Every so often he would see a flash of emotion come over her face or in her eyes but she would always lock it down fast and tight. Now that she thought she was alone, she was letting everything out. He got that. He kept everything to himself too.
Harmony brushed her teeth and hair then looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed from the shower and tears but Daryl won't know the difference. For that she was thankful. She gathered up her clothes and towels then moved to the door. When she opened it up, she jumped a mile. Daryl was standing directly across from her. His towel and clothes were sitting on the floor next to him. His hands were behind his back. His legs were out so he was leaning back and were crossed at his ankles. His head was tilted and slightly down. He was looking at her through his lashes.
" What are you doing here?" Harmony asked.
" Heard the shower go off, thought I'd wait here til you were done." Daryl said. She clutched her clothes to her chest tighter.
" Oh, ah, okay. I guess I'll put my stuff back then start breakfast while you're in the shower." She said. Daryl nodded and pushed himself up so he was standing straight up.
" Sounds right then." He said. He bent down and swept up his stuff as she moved out of the bathroom.
" Do you think it would be okay if we took some of the bedrooms? I mean, it's just us so..." Harmony's voice trailed off as she shrugged.
" You take one up here, I'll take the ground level one. Don't see who's gonna get mad at us for that." Daryl said, making her nod.
" I'm going to move every one's stuff into one of the other bedrooms." She said.
" Well alright then." Daryl said.
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Harmony had just finished up the eggs and sausage when Daryl started down the stairs. She was plating their breakfast and deep in her thoughts. She missed being able to cook in the kitchen and stare out of the big window over the sink. She sighed. Maybe she would ask Daryl if they could take the boards down from the windows later in the day. Harmony frowned and shook her head.
' No.' She told herself. ' That would be stupid and not safe, dumbass.' She cursed herself.
" Everythin done?" Daryl's voice brought her back to the present. She looked towards the front of kitchen then back at their plates.
" Yeah." Was all she said. She turned back around and set the frying pan back on the stove. " I made scrambled eggs and sausage." She said when she turned back around. She picked up the plates and started towards him.