Cell Block Tango

So I fucked myself up on this one lol. It was a little funny, as I was writing the first part, I was doing it just as it came to me and then I got stumped at the same time as the character and went looking around at everything to think of something that could be used and finally came up with a thought that fitted to them.

And then I went and wrote smut lol.

Andrea wasn't entirely sure of what she became aware of first: the voices, the pressure, or the crying. She knew she hadn't gone unconscious but she also knew that she had drifted off, her mind had gone elsewhere when labour had hit. She knew what she had to make her body do but she didn't want to pay attention. She wasn't even sure how long it had been but she could hear her name being called so she drew her mind back in and blinked her heavy eyes, looking around.

The first thing she saw was Shane, an awed sort of look on his face with his head tilted downward. He looked at Andrea then smiled and tilted his arms, finally showing her the little being that had been growing within her for the last while. She pushed herself up into a more seated position, wincing at the slight discomfort, and couldn't help the smile that came over her face as she looked at the small child in her lover's arms.

"You did really well." Milton praised from across the room, cleaning up some equipment that had been used. Andrea couldn't keep the smile off her face, especially when Shane passed over the baby.

"Can I come in?" The Governor asked, knocking on the door and opening it slightly. Shane cast a wary eye at him but gave a consenting nod and kept an eye on the man as he strode into the room with a happy smile on his face. "The delivery went well then?"

"Yeah." Andrea replied quietly. Her eyes and fingers resting softly on the infant's face.

"What's our newest arrival?" The Governor questioned curiously.

"Little girl." Shane stated, looking slightly awed as he took his eyes off the man to look down at his daughter.

"Got a name for the new little missy then?" The Governor asked.

Shane and Andrea both paused and looked at each other, stumped. All this time, they hadn't even bothered to think of any names. There was always something to do, something going on, they just couldn't think of anything. There was a long pause as they alternated studying each other and the baby, trying to figure something out.

"Amy." Andrea suggested softly. Shane paused then smiled, realizing the significance of the name. He nodded and leaned over, kissing Andrea's forehead then looking at the baby girl.

"I'll let you two get yourselves acquinted with your new baby." The Governor stated, backing out of the room and nodding at Milton who quickly moved to join him in exiting. "Congratulations." With that, the miniature family was left alone to get to know it's newest member.

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He followed the trail of rotten bodies, slashes and gashes over their heads, some without the tops of their heads, just their jaws still attached to the body. He found one of her boots and bit his lip, frowning. He took out a walker here and there, gradually getting more and more irritated. If he found her alive, she was getting an earful, damn trail lead into a cell block almost at the other end of the prison and he looked down the stairs, almost surprised by what he saw.

There she was, leaning back against the wall, covered in walker goo, casually wiping off her knife. There were several bodies scattered at the far end of the block. She lifted her blonde head and locked eyes with him then smiled when she saw him.

"Been busy?" Daryl asked casually, shouldering his crossbow and walking down the stairs slowly. His irritation balancing between just slightly there and nearly forgotten.

"You could say that." Bo replied softly. She put her knife away in it's holster. "Maggie and Carl and the girl get to you guys safe?"

"Yeah, everyone is good." Daryl assured. Bo smiled and nodded. She watched him and waited until he was closer. He held out her boot and she slowly put it on, not bothering to make an attempt at cleaning off the mess over her foot and calf. "So when did your little massacre stop?"

"About five minutes ago." Bo remarked, looking over the hunter. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she controlled her breathing. Her tongue darted out and ran along her lips, contemplating and wondering. "Still a little pumped up on adrenaline so...you're gonna get messy."

"Why would I..." Daryl was cut off by Bo grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer, crashing her lips to his. He slammed his hands against the wall either side of her head and deepened the already frantic kiss. Now he understood what she meant as she pressed their bodies closer. It seemed like how things were at the beginning, if Bo accompanied him on hunting trips when he was still teaching her. If they ever ran into a pack of walkers and took them out, the adrenaline got to them and they ended up just in a frantic session.

Her hands scrambled to yank his shirt up and over his head without parting their lips. He chuckled when she whimpered at her failed attempts and moved back long enough to let her get the shirt off. He pulled open the buttons on her shirt and pushed aside the bloodied clothing, running his hands over her stomach and up toward her breasts.

"What's with that kid?" Daryl asked, working the tie on her shorts.

"Found her...surrounded...by walkers." Bo muttered, taking up nibbling on his neck. Daryl felt his eyes roll and then they both paused, hearing a groan. They looked at each other and then he lifted her leg around his waist, taking the knife out of her boot and then flinging it straight into the eye of a staggering walker that just came across them. "We are so fucking twisted."

"You think?" Daryl laughed. He wound her other leg around his waist and carried her into a cell. "We've just gotten hot over killing fucking walkers."

"Now that would be a sight." Bo mused. "Fucking walkers." Daryl paused and stared at her then they both burst into laughter as he dropped her onto the hard bed.

"Fucking psycho bitch." He growled, finally yanking off the shorts.

"Damn straight!" Bo declared proudly. She wiggled her legs, working his pants down his thighs. "Now for fuck sake, Dixon, adrenaline don't last all day!"

"Fucking bossy psycho bitch." Daryl corrected, right before shoving into her roughly. He smirked smugly as she gasped loudly, eyes rolling. "Oh yeah, baby, we can make some noise over here."

"Then get to doing the stuff that really makes me make noise." Bo challenged. Daryl accepted with an evil little grin as he thrust harder and bit gently into her neck. She groaned, her back arching, and he dropped his mouth further down her body to encase a nipple in his mouth. His arms wound tightly around her waist and suddenly she found herself off the bed and against a wall. One of her hands fell onto his shoulder as the other scrambled around, looking for something to hold. Her hips rolled against him as his thrusts picked a speed they could use. Her back slid across the wall and she gripped onto the bars for the cell door.

Her gasps and moans echoed out around the cell block, followed by his grunts and the occasional groan as she tightened her muscles around him. By the time he could tell she was getting closer, he had already bruised up her neck and along her chest. He took pride in his handiwork of marking her as his. If, by this point, this wasn't enough to convince Bo and everyone else that he had finally accepted the way they were, then nothing would.

"Daryl...fuck..." Bo gasped in his ear. She pulled his lobe between her teeth as she came undone around him, moaning loudly. The rough bite on something so tender was the push he needed to follow her over and they collapsed again onto the bed.

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"So what do we do about her?" Beth asked softly, glancing over to where Carl and the young girl were sitting silently. Carl seemingly had no problem with sitting out of the discussion and no one was going to question it since it helped them out a lot. Bo and Daryl had rejoined the group just minutes before and both had quickly changed out of their stained and messed up clothing. Bo's blonde hair was getting to be tinted red from the amount of times she had gotten blood in it.

"Well we can't just send her off." The med student declared. "I mean look at her, she's so damn skinny, however she managed to survive, there's no way that's lasting much longer."

"Plus she's just a kid." Maggie pointed out.

"I don't think she's going to try and hurt any of us." Glenn muttered, a little uncertain. He glanced over at the girl. "I mean...she barely talks."

"Someone might come looking for her." Rick pointed out, although it seemed like a fairly weak argument, even to himself. One look at the girl, with her tattered clothes, messy hair, dirty and bruised skin and now sprained ankle...if there was someone who was or had been with her, they obviously weren't too fussed over her.

"Might be good for both her and Carl to have someone around their age to be around." Anna mused thoughtfully. Rick nodded his agreement. He had known his son hadn't been the same since they had found Sophia stumbling out of the barn as a walker.

"We should see about finding her something better to wear." Bo decided. "Something that may actually fit."

"I'll go do a search." Glenn volunteered.

"I'm so not letting you go without me." Bo informed him, grinning. Glenn shot her a smile and nodded. Everyone knew without it needing saying that the two wanted to play catch up and grieve together over the loss of T-Dog. They hadn't spent much time together in the past few months and this would be their way to reenforce their friendship.

Several minutes later, Glenn was driving through the gates and heading out with Bo to do a supply run.

So who knows, or at least figures they know, what'll happen next? It's gonna be a doozy, that's for sure.

Oh yeah, I said doozy, because that's how I roll!