He's a Tramp

Okay so I actually just learned that there was only six episodes in the first season and honestly, I didn't want to do a whole lot more at that original camp so we're just jumping straight over to the CDC building.

Bo sucked on her finger despite the fact that it had stopped bleeding already. Doctor Jenner had done blood tests on everyone as the condition to let them stay. Due to Bo's fear of needles, she kept tilting away from the doctor every time he went to poke her. Finally, she had ended up cutting her finger by accident but it been sufficient enough for Jenner to get what he needed.

Now she walked through the cold hallways and frowned, not entirely liking the look and atmosphere of their current location. Her hand dropped as she decided she was going to just go straight to Daryl now, enough of exploring. If she was going to feel safe at all, it was going to be around him.

"I love you." The sound of Shane's voice caught the blonde's attention and she looked through a doorway to see Shane and Lori standing in front of each other. Bo tilted her head and frowned slightly. Lori was saying nothing and Shane looked ready to get angry at her silence. So, at that thought, Bo did the only thing she could think of and stepped into view loudly, her once silent steps now making an echoing clang.

"Hey y'all, I didn't interrupt something now, did I?" Bo asked casually, tilting her head.

"No...Shane was just going." Lori replied quickly. The man shot the brunette one last pleading look which she ignored before he stormed out, narrowly avoiding bumping into Bo had it not been for the blonde stepping aside quickly. The two women looked at each other but the older one couldn't hold the contact for long. "Bo, I..."

"You got your husband back, Lori." Bo cut in, putting her hand up. "I ain't putting myself into anything that don't involve me so you best not be dragging no one but you, Rick and Shane into your little mess." The older woman's cheeks went red as she didn't know whether or not to be angry. "And you best not string no body along either. Pick who you want, and go with them."

With that said, the blonde left the room, not wanting to hear any undignified arguments that might have come from Lori's mouth. Bo found Daryl easily, lounging out on the bed in the room they had claimed with his hands under his head. He had been quiet since returning from the hunt for Merle without actually finding the man. Bo had to find out from Glen that all they found was the older Dixon's hand. The woman had cringed at the thought of it and promptly pushed the image from her mind. She walked across the room and threw herself onto the bed, startling the man and causing him to look at her as if she were insane.

"Whatcha doing?" Daryl asked.

"Hmm...what do you think?" Bo asked casually. Daryl chuckled lightly and shook his head. She smiled, happy to not see that flicker of confusion, self doubt, and god knew whatever else it was that plagued his eyes whenever he looked at her. She brought her fingers up to the buttons on his shirt and popped a few of them open. He didn't move his hands, keeping them under his head as he watched her.

"Bo Bo, you been thinking on the naughty track?" Daryl asked.

"Me? Naughty? Never." Bo stated sarcastically, shaking her head and letting her blonde hair fall over her shoulders. She looked at his arm, at the bandage that was over the place Jenner had inserted a needle to draw blood. The doctor of the building was just as creepy as the rest of the building. "Wanna know what I found out?"

"Hmm?" Daryl hummed, only slightly interested.

"Our room is...a fair distance from everyone else's." Bo informed him, working more buttons open. Now Daryl's interest was more as an eyebrow lifted. "And with the door closed...got a little more sound muffling."

"Now ain't you just a naughty little woman." Daryl laughed, sitting up. He tangled his hand into her hair and pulled her to him, finally catching her by surprise. He smiled as he kissed her, pleased that he had managed this feat. His other hand fell on her waist and pulled her tight towards his body. He felt her smiling against his lips and twisted them around, pushing her down onto her back on the bed, her leg hiked up around his waist.

"You should do that more often." Bo mused with a smirk. Daryl glanced up then returned the smirk himself, only his was a conspiratorial one. He pressed his lips back to hers as he worked his belt through the loops of his pants. Bo didn't even realize that he had moved her arms until she felt the leather bind them. Pulling away from the kiss in curiousity, she tilted her head up to examine her hands attached to one of the bars that made up the headboard. She lowered her gaze to the man over her and raised an eyebrow, challenging his determination to keep her bound.

"You ain't going no where, Bo Bo." Daryl pointed out.

"Never had any intention to." Bo countered, smiling.

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Anna looked amused as she watched Rick talk with the doctor of the building. He was getting more and more drunk and she felt an odd sense of happiness over the fact that she was the one who got to sit with him, rather then his wife.

"It's just one thing after another, you know?" Rick finally stated, turning somber in his drunken state. Anna tilted her head as she shifted her gaze between the two men. "It's good we found this place. There's...there's not really a chance to survive...out there."

"Rick, I think you've reached that drinking point where you start getting overly depressing." Anna pointed out, her hand lifting to pat the man's back. He looked at her and gave her a sad smile before shaking his head.

"Don't worry, it will all be okay." Jenner assured them. Anna paused as she looked at the doctor, a slight chill going down her spine at the way he said that.

"I'm gonna...get him to bed...to his family." She announced, rising from her chair and putting her vastly untouched glass down. She reached down and helped Rick to his feet and the two bid the doctor good night.

"You're very caring." Rick muttered, walking through the quiet hallways with an arm around Anna's shoulders.

"Yep, that's me." Anna agreed softly. She held her arm around Rick's waist even though he seemed to be keeping himself upright fairly well on his own. "You're very drunk too."

"No I'm not." Rick waved off her statement with a shake of his head. The action made him stumble slightly, bringing Anna along with him as he collided with a wall. She blinked at the sudden change in direction then just stared as the sheriff's deputy laughed. "Okay...maybe a little."

"Yeah...maybe a little." Anna mused, grinning. She helped him right himself once more and continued on the way. "You happy to be back with your family?"

"I'm happy to be back with Carl." Rick stated, lifting a hand to scratch at his nose.

"And your wife." Anna added. The man stayed silent and she shifted her eyes to look at him. "Rick."

"Yeah?" Rick asked, turning his head in her direction.

"You're happy to be with Lori." Anna stated, firmly but still surprised that he hadn't said it himself.

"Yeah...right...I am." Rick agreed, smiling slightly. "It's just...she's...no, you're right, I'm happy to be with my family."

"Good...not everyone gets to have their families back...you need to cherish this." Anna instructed, slowly her steps as they neared the room the Grimes couple resided in. The door was slightly open, as was the one across the hall where Anna had no doubt, Carl was sleeping. She dropped her arm from the man's waist and took a careful step away from him. "You got your wife, your kid, your best friend...all back."

"Yeah...yeah I do." Rick muttered. A slight frown crossed his face, almost as if something unpleasant had just occurred to him. He shook his head, hand on the wall to stop from tilting over again. He gave Anna a smile and she happily returned it, glad to see that he seemed to be taking her words into consideration.

"You're good now?" The woman asked kindly.

"All good." Rick confirmed, nodding. He reached forward, hand landing gently on her shoulder. "Thank you Anna, for everything you've done...everything you're doing. I couldn't have made it back to my family without you."

"Sure you could have." Anna stated firmly, waving a finger at the officer. He chuckled lightly then leaned down and pressed a friendly kiss to her cheek. She sighed and nudged him softly into his room. "Good night Rick."

"Good night Anna." Rick bid his farewell for the night and entered into the room, bumping slightly into the door and chuckling quietly again. Anna shook her head, grinning, and headed down the hall to her own room.

Shane watched her pass by his room, going unnoticed by the woman as her attention was elsewhere. He raised an eyebrow, having observed the entire interaction, and tilted his head in sheer curiousity.

Well...maybe he should try something else.

There was always more than one way to any given goal after all.

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Bo moaned softly as Daryl's rough hands ran down her bare back. She was impressed that had could do any sort of massage well, but then again she had done it often enough to him and he was good at gauging the right pressure with other things, this shouldn't have been too hard. He was just full of surprises this day, not that she was complaining. Particularly not over the fact that she got to be on top. She moaned again, more for the memory of getting ride the redneck then for the fact that he was giving her a nice rub down.

"I could...definitely...get over the creepy feeling of this place...if this was a daily treat." Bo mused, only partially joking.

"Creepy huh?" Daryl asked. The woman nodded slightly, squirming a bit when his hand pressed a little too hard on a spot that had been sore. He took the silent hint and rubbed gently until she let out a content sigh. She smiled slightly, starting to hum a random song as it came into her head. Daryl raised an eyebrow as he slowly stopped his rubbing.

"He's a tramp, but they love him. Breaks a new heart, every day. He's a tramp, they adore him, and I only hope he stays that way." Bo sang softly. Even lying on her stomach as she was, her hips still moved back and forward along with the tune of her song. "He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel, he's a rounder, he's a cad. He's a tramp, but I love him. Yes, even I have got it pretty bad."

"What in the world are you singing woman?" Daryl asked, leaning away from the body under him now. Bo laughed slightly and rolled over, throwing her legs off the bed and standing up to actually dance. Rather than answer him, she just swayed her hips along, lifting her arms over her head, and continued.

"You can never tell, when he'll show up. He gives you plenty of trouble." Bo sang off, getting a little louder now. "I guess he's just a no count pup, but I wish that he were double. He's a tramp, he's a rover, and there's nothing more to say." She turned her back towards him, singing over her shoulder as she smiled gleefully over the fact that his eyes were glued to her. "If he's a tramp, he's a good one, and I wish that I could travel his way." She turned back to him, moving closer to him. Her naked body very sensual at the moment. "Wish that I could travel his way. Wish that I could travel his way."

Bo dragged out the last word as she slowly climbed onto Daryl's lap. At the very end, pressing her lips to his. He had grown hard again from touching her and even harder at the sight of her dance. He made a mental note to ask where she learned all that...later.

His hands grabbed at her waist, twisting them around and pressing her back into the bed. She pulled away from the kiss to tilt her head back as he thrust into her. A happy gasp shot past her lips as she rocked with him, pressing as close to his body as was physically possible Her legs winding around his waist to hold him still for a moment as her eyes opened to look at his. He was actually surprised by the look, it made him hold steady, buried deep inside her.

A slow smile came across her face as she moved her hips again, rebooting his brain as he smirked down at her, shoving his own hips forward to meet hers strong enough to buck her whole body. His lips fell to kiss at her neck, teeth scrapping the thin skin. The woman groaned loudly, one hand gripping his shoulder, nails digging into his back as her other hand lifted up to grab at the bar in the headboard.

They were damn sure someone was bound to hear them but Bo had already checked with the others, knew that all the kid rooms were further away. Their grunts and groans wouldn't be heard by young ears, not unless Daryl made his woman scream and he was almost tempted to but thought against it.

One of these days though.

"Fuck...Daryl...gotta...just a bit.." Bo mewled hotly in his ear. Daryl smirked and reached up, loosening her hand off the bar. She blinked her eyes open and then gasped in surprise when he rolled them over, pulling her on top.

"Ride it out, Bo Bo." Daryl instructed, rubbing his hands over her hips. She moaned, grinning, and leaned back. Her hand now resting on the bed between his legs and she lifted her hips, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge.

That final peak was accomplished when Daryl sat up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to meet his lips in a heated kiss. They had been doing this for some time now and it was always the way they ended, mouth to mouth, muffling the final noises.

Her hips moved slower, riding it all out to the end as they slowly tilted their heads, separating their lips but touching their foreheads.

"Fuck...I am not going to get tired of that." Daryl muttered. Bo laughed slightly, hands running up his bare arms and down his chest. His hand ran through her hair absently as his brain began to slowly work again. "I'll admit it."

"Admit what?" Bo asked, lifting her head up to look at him better.

"Not everything in this apocalypse is bad." Daryl replied. Bo laughed, head falling back. Her blonde hair clung to her shoulders, sleek with sweat. "So what was that damn song?"

"He's a tramp." Bo explained. At Daryl's blank look, the woman sighed, eyes rolling. "Lady and the Tramp...Disney movie. Came out in nineteen fifty five I believe."

"You and your damn cartoons." Daryl muttered, bringing a smile to the woman's lips. "First it was the deer, now it's this."

"Oh like you didn't love the show." Bo teased, poking his shoulder.

"Not denying that, damn good show." Daryl admitted. Bo shook her head and pushed him down, going along with him so they were lying down. "Ain't gonna get any clothes on?"

"Ain't nobody gonna be coming round our room after all that noise." Bo countered. Daryl didn't argue, arm looping around the blonde's shoulders as she lay against his side, slowly drifting off.

Okay so yes, I was watching Lady and the Tramp as I wrote this and just had to put that song in. It actually sort of fits with Daryl and Bo anyways, if you think the words carefully.