Times Like These
So this has a mix of season three episode two and episode three. Plus, at the end, there's a treat for you guys. Hope you enjoy!
"Get him in the bed, quick quick quick!" Bo instructed, jumping to her feet as she watched the guys carry Hershel in. The old man was missing the bottom half of his right left and she could only guess at what had happened. She followed them, sharing a look with Daryl as the hunter stayed by the door, crossbow up and ready. Colour drained slightly from her face as she wondered why he had to do that before she got into the cell with Hershel and got to work on his leg.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Maggie demanded, staring wide fearful eyes at her boyfriend.
"His leg got bit, we had to...keep him from turning." Glenn explained calmly. His eyes betrayed his voice, wide and wild with fear as they darted between the upset woman now in his arms to the man in the bed. Bo sighed as she waved everyone out of the cell and got to work on making sure the old man didn't die. She didn't pay attention to the things said as several inmates of the jail came around, figuring the guys had it under control. Her eyes drifted to Daryl with his steady certain aim before returning to her job at hand.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Beth asked, watching the med student work on her father.
"Is anybody ever okay?" Bo muttered. It wasn't exactly the best thing to say to the worried teenager but things were stressful and trying to reassure the girl that anyone would be okay in this messed up world wasn't in her mental capabilities at the moment. She felt a little bad at the defeated look that took over the young blonde's face.
"This is our prison, we were here first!" One of inmates claimed loud enough to be heard in the cell. Bo's eyes shot up for a moment to observe the interaction taking place. She shook her head and glanced at Anna before nodding over at the men. The brunette took the unspoken indication and walked over to the gathering, hand on her gun and eyes wary.
"Hey boys, how about a deal?" Anna spoke up as she neared the men. All eyes shot to her, the inmates all scanning over her jeans and tank top, some with hunger in their expressions. Rick gave her a look that clearly begged her to be cautious. "You give us half the food you all got in that cafeteria, and we'll help you clear out a cell block where you lot can keep."
"That all?" The leader, Tomas, asked.
"I have absolutely no hesitation in shooting you between the eyes." Rick pointed out, glaring darkly at the man. If these men thought for even a second that they were getting between the legs of any of the girls, they had a whole other thing coming. The sheriff was tense and ready to shoot, daring any opposition from the inmates.
"Right then...let's get that food." Tomas declared. Anna looked back to where Bo, Maggie and Beth were occupied with Hershel. Her eyes drifted over to Carl sitting on some steps, looking uncertain of what to do. She gave his shoulder a squeeze and took off his hat to ruffle his hair. He grinned at her, taking his hat back before watching the woman exit the cell block with the men.
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"What if someone's hurt, Shane?" Andrea asked, hands on her hips awkwardly. Shane had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. While the entire situation was serious, their little group having witnessed a helicopter go down not far from them, he couldn't help but find humour in the pregnant blonde's stance. She looked a little pained, something she was clearly trying to hide by her irritation at the caution her man was displaying.
"I'm not saying we don't go check it out." Shane reasoned, trying to calm the hormonal storm before it took off. "I'm just saying we don't go rushing in. We handle this with caution. Lots and lots of caution."
"Fine, let's go." Andrea insisted. Shane sighed and looked at Michonne but as usual, the dark skinned woman stayed silent. With an wary look in the direction that they had been originally heading, Shane led the women toward the rising smoke of the crash site.
It didn't take long for them to get there and while Michonne chained her walkers to a tree, Shane and Andrea moved closer to the wreckage to see what damage had been done. Dead bodies were over the ground next to the crashed chopper and broken branches littered the wreck and forest floor.
"Looks like nobody survived." Michonne commented.
"Damn." Andrea muttered. She held a hand on her stomach, feeling the twisting of the unborn child within. It was an action that provided her with comfort these days. At first it terrified her, the prospect of bringing a new life into this world where nothing was ever certain and there was no real stability. But now, the thought of this child growing up, not knowing the world before, while being a sad concept, gave her some sort of hope to the unborn life's survival.
"Somebody's coming." Shane hissed, grabbing the blonde pregnant woman and pulling her behind some bushes. He gave her an apologetic look as he got her onto her knees and crouched next to her. Michonne got down on Andrea's other side and glanced over at her walkers before all attention went to the arrival of two trucks.
"What are they doing?" Michonne muttered, frowning as the three of them watched men exit the trucks. One of them stabbed a corpse through the head and Andrea felt what little food she had eaten for breakfast start stirring around in her stomach and attempt to make it's way back out the way it came. She remembered Rick's declaration that everyone was infected, that everyone, no matter how they died, would turn.
The poor bastard.
"This one's alive." One of the men called out to the others, his attention on something inside the helicopter. It was at that moment that Michonne's walkers started to act up, straining on their chains, rattling the metal. Andrea, Shane and Michonne all tensed up and turned their eyes to the undead beings. Shane looked over at the men, realizing that they would likely hear the noise.
It was fast, before the other two even realized what she was doing, Michonne had removed her sword and sliced through the heads of the walkers with one clean quick swipe.
It was at that time as well, that Andrea really started to feel sick. Her face paled, her eyes started to glaze, Shane turned to her and stared in worry at the way the blonde's breathing had suddenly picked up and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead. He reached for her and paused as bushes rustled nearby. Michonne's grip on her sword tightened and she moved to lift it up.
"Ah, ah, ah...easy does it girl." The voice made Shane and Andrea both tense up, disbelief in their eyes as the recognized the sound almost instantly. "Mine's a whole lot bigger than yours. Now all of you just put down your weapons." Michonne looked more ready to want to fight then to actually lower her sword but a sharp look from Shane made her comply with the order. "That's it, nice and easy. Let me see your hands and spin around. All three of ya, that's it, nice little...oh holy shit."
The three turned, eyes confused but not overly surprised at the almost joyful tone of recognition that came from the person behind them. Merle Dixon was down on one knee behind them, levelling himself with them, a gun in his left hand and, where his right hand once was, a rather large spike now resided.
"Blondie...and the copper." Merle mused cheerfully. Andrea's eyes, fuzzy as they were getting, darted to the moving figure behind the man. "Well...you two look...like hell." The walker came right up on Merle and he stabbed his spike straight through it's jaw with barely any attention paid to it. Even Michonne looked surprised and unnerved.
"Merle..." Shane muttered, distaste dripping in his voice. The older of the Dixon brothers chuckled as he rose to his feet.
"Hey now, no need for that." Merle retorted, still looking cheerful. "How's about a hug for your old pal?"
As he opened his arms slightly along with the sarcastic suggestion, Andrea keeled over, falling against Shane.
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"Son of a bitch." Anna muttered, swinging a machete through a walker's head. This wasn't what she had in mind, tagging along with the men to help settle them in somewhere. Of course, it should have been, but she hadn't exactly expected the mass flood of walkers. She spun around, exchanging a reassuring look with Rick that ended up being a second too soon as a walker suddenly fell on top of her. She yelped out of sheer surprise as she struggled to keep the thing's mouth away from her.
It fell still as an arrow sank into it's head and then Daryl was over her, kicking the limp body away and helping the woman to her feet.
"What was that?" Rick asked, turning on Tomas as the last walker was taken down.
"Sorry bro, thing was coming at me." Tomas declared, looking the angry officer dead in the eye. "Didn't look where I was pushing." The lie was so obvious that even Anna, in all her kindness with wanting to find the best in people, was shooting daggers at the inmate.
"Yeah...I get it." Rick stated darkly. "Shit happens." There was a few seconds of silence, weapons still up, before Rick sank his machete into Tomas' head, ignoring the indignant yells from one of the inmates. Rick kicked back an attack then ended up chasing after the inmate as the young man took off.
"You okay?" Daryl asked, turning his attention to Anna to inspect for any damage while T-Dog moved closer to them, keeping an eye on the other inmates.
"I'm fine, really." Anna assured with a smile. She cast a hateful look to Tomas' dead body before turning her gun up to keep the remaining inmates in place. Daryl did the same with his crossbow.
"We ain't gonna have any trouble with you two now, are we?" The hunter asked.
"No man, they...they were the bad ones." Axle reasoned quickly. "We...we just wanna live. Ain't gonna turn on you or anything. Just...just want to live." Anna bit down on her lip to keep quiet. Daryl shot her a look, wondering on when her resolve would crumble. He was impressed when she didn't lower her gun, didn't even waver.
He supposed all that time with Bo must have done a thing or two.
Thinking of the blonde made him pause and wonder. What if Hershel hadn't gotten bit? What if Bo was the one that was standing here with him right now? The one that had gotten those hungry looks from the inmates? His grip tightened on the crossbow as his mind suddenly made up a visual of Bo in the arms of another man. It didn't sit well, not at all.
Anna shot a look his way, almost as if she knew what he was thinking, and gave him an expression that he interpreted as her calling him an idiot. Daryl frowned, the unsettling feeling of realizing someone was right sinking into his gut. Goddamn it all! Where was this mindset eight months ago? He could have saved himself a lot of grief.
Rick reentered at that moment, alone. He glanced over at the stationary inmates before turning his attention to Anna, doing his own inspection of the woman.
"Rick...I'm fine." Anna assured him softly. She held her free hand to his cheek and made him lock eyes with her before giving him a nod. He sighed and nodded back before turning cold hard eyes to the two men in prison jumpsuits.
"I ain't ever begged for anything." Oscar stated warily, shooting a look at Axle as the other man practically grovelled. His eyes moved momentarily to Anna who was shielded by the sheriff before he looked at Rick, at the held back anger glowing from the man's eyes, and gave a small nod. "You do what you gotta do."
There was a long, calculating pause as a solution was thought up and wordlessly agreed on by the group standing before the pair of inmates.
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Bo stirred as she felt herself getting lifted up. Her heavy eyes cracking up and taking in the worn out and dirty shirt that could only belong to Daryl as the man held her at his chest. She felt ready to drift back off when she suddenly remembered the situations around her.
"Hershel..." Bo muttered, tensing slightly and getting ready to move herself from the hunter's arms.
"Perfectly fine still." Daryl cut in, ducking into the cell the two of them shared. He took a moment to examine the blanket that had been hung over the bars to give a sense of privacy. "His girls are with him, said you really saved his life."
"Go me." Bo cheered sleepily. She smiled slightly when Daryl carefully put her on her feet and didn't step away. "How'd things go on your end."
"Of the four...two of them now live in the other cell block." Daryl explained. Bo raised an eyebrow but nodded, knowing there was more to the statement but if he wasn't going to elaborate just then, obviously it wasn't enough to cause a worry. The blonde smiled at the hunter and placed a soft warm hand on his cheek.
"I'm glad you're okay." Bo stated truthfully.
"The others are good." Daryl pointed out, shifting slightly.
"Well that's good too but I'm mostly glad that you're okay." Bo spoke firmly. She watched him the shadowy darkness of the cell as his eyes remained on her face, arms hanging at his sides. Bo sighed deeply, the sound registering in Daryl's mind as the unpleasant disappointment. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to his.
Finally, he broke. After so many months of not touching her, of driving himself insane and into psychotic rages over wanting her but not letting himself have her, he finally, blissfully broke. The second her lips touched his, he reacted. His hands lifted, one molding to her hip as the other buried into her hair, holding her closer. She moaned her surprise but approval into his mouth as his tongue worked past any virtually non existent barriers to duel with hers. Her hand dropped off his cheek and joined it's partner around his neck. Their bodies melded together, moving and grinding. He slid his hand from her hip to the button on her shorts and worked it open. She separated their lips as he pushed the garment down her thighs.
"Daryl..." Bo breathed out lustfully. Daryl attacked her neck with small nips to the flesh that brought a soft moan from the woman's throat. "This...what..."
"I'm done." Daryl mumbled against her skin. His hand massaged a path up her thigh, touching along the edge of her panties and slowly drifting towards the juncture in the middle. "I can't...I mean...fuck...been driving myself insane all winter." He pushed aside the fabric and moved the pads of his fingers over the sensitive flesh. Bo's breath caught in her throat and her head tilted back slightly, eyes closing. "I can't keep away from you Bo Bo. You fucked me over right and good and now I'm the son of a bitch who just...screwed up."
"Yeah...you did." Bo muttered, trying her hardest to pay attention to his words rather than his fingers. But good God, those fingers...
"I get it now." Daryl whispered, mouth at her ear.
"So...we...fuck..." Bo groaned, fingers gripping at his shoulders when his own moved in a delectable way. "We got...an agreement? Ya understand?"
"Yeah, I understand." Daryl agreed, nodding. "You're definitely my woman, ain't no one else can be as stubborn." Bo's short laughter was cut off by Daryl's mouth reattaching to hers as his hand moved to finish the process of undressing the blonde.
"You know..." Bo mused, moving away from the kiss again. "If Hershel hadn't gotten hurt...I woulda jumped ya a while back, once everything was secure." She worked the buttons open on Daryl's shirt, deciding to ignore the cocky ass grin on his face. "Fucking tired of nothing. Was all set to apply some force to ya."
"Should I take back what I said?" Daryl asked.
"Don't you dare." Bo growled.
Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind as they got on the bed, clothes piled up on the floor. They both groaned as they finally reconnected and the pace was created. Daryl buried his head against her neck to muffle his grunts. Bo raked her nails up his back, lip caught between her lips as she held in her noises, only soft whimpering escaping. She rocked her hips in time with his, careful of her movements when they learned that the bed potentially squeaked on occasion. His hand ran down her side, the rough fingertips coursing over the smooth skin creating a shiver down her spine. Her back arched, pressing her body harder against his, and he slipped his arm under her lower back to support the position.
"Never...again...ya hear me?" Bo mumbled breathlessly. She reached a hand up and gripped onto the bars at the top of the bed, her knuckles going white. Her other hand pushed at Daryl's chin until he lifted his head to look at her. Their bodies slick from the building perspiration. "Don't you...ever...ever...fucking hold out...on me...again."
"Yes ma'am." Daryl retorted with a heavy grunt and a hard thrust. His head dropped again when her hand moved off his chin, this time taking to her breasts and applying his mouth to the twin peaks. Bo let out a suddenly loud moan before she slapped her hand over her mouth, biting into her palm. Daryl chuckled slightly, the vibration coupled with his licking and thrusting finally did her in and Bo moaned heavily into her hand. He gave a couple of extra thrusts for extra measure and to finish himself off as well an then they lay there, collecting themselves and catching their breath.
Daryl gave one last affectionate nip to Bo's breast before lifting himself up and gathering their clothes. He opted just to pull on his pants, finding the night, and particularly the cell, now too hot for much else. He looked critically at Bo as she just lay there, a satisfied and sleepy grin on her face, hand over her head and twirling her hair.
"You're gonna make me dress you, ain't ya?" Daryl accused.
"You took 'em off." Bo defended. Daryl rolled his eyes but obliged the blonde's wishes, assisting her in dragging her panties and shorts back up and then wiggling into her tank top once more. They left the top nestled just under her breasts, allowing more skin to be revealed for a faster cool down. Daryl laid back with her, dragging her over to his chest so they could fit more comfortably on the bed. He already had plans to cut apart the bars to bring the top bunk down next to the bottom so that it could at least be longer.
"Bo Bo." Daryl muttered, darting his eyes down to the blonde head.
"Hmm?" Bo replied, drifting off already.
"I think someone heard you." Daryl pointed out, chuckling.
So this chapter is a little longer and definitely set as a treat for everyone wanting Bo and Daryl to finally reconcile. So viola, it is done. Next chapter: Shane, Andrea and Michonne in Woodbury!