Chapter 9: Ghost Town
It began to get dark and everyone was running out of gas. They drove down a small dirt road and came to an abandoned farm. They could see a small town in the distance and it was agreed they'd check it out for gas and supplies in the morning.
No one wanted to sleep out in tents after the camp attack so they locked themselves in the vehicles. Abby and Daryl slumped down in the seats and covered the windows with various items of clothing.
Abby opened her eyes and pulled back a corner of the t-shirt that was covering her window; it was still fairly dark outside but the sun would rise soon. She sat up and stretched in her seat. Daryl was turned away from her so she wasn't sure if he was asleep or not but when he didn't move she slowly unlocked her door and slid out of his truck.
She sat on the ground and pulled her boots on. It was already hot and she was still in her bloodied clothes from the camp attack, she stood up and walked to the back of Daryl's truck looking around warily. She pulled back the canvas sheeting that was covering merles bike and a few bags. She found her own and tugged it free of the others, setting it down she began to rifle through it until she came to some slightly cleaner clothes.
Daryl had woken up before Abby, he'd found himself staring at her and for a few brief moments wondering what she had looked like when she had been on stage peeling clothes of her body. He saw her stir in her sleep and turned around so she couldn't see he was awake. He waited for her to gently close the truck door before he moved again. He tugged the t-shirt covering his window down and saw Abby at the back of the truck. He watched her pull her jeans and shirt off and shake her hair loose in the early sunlight. She turned so she was sideways and removed her underwear as he watched Daryl cursed under his breath and rubbed his face.
Abby pulled her denim shorts and a grey vest on, she had to scrape her hair up into a messy bun; the thought of attempting to get a brush through the tangles was too much this early.
She jumped when she heard Daryl's truck door click shut. He walked over to her, stretching his neck as he did;
' Where you going?' he murmured as he pulled his shirt over his head, Abby had a chance to glimpse Daryl's body while she put things in her bag, he had muscle,
' Might go and check out the town nearby'
' Trying to avoid everyone then?' he smirked as he pulled a shirt with the sleeves cut off on,
' You coming?' she said refusing to acknowledge his question, he nodded.
They emptied the back of Daryl's truck as quietly as they could and threw a few empty bags in.
The town was silent and dead; Abby finally understood what people meant when they spoke about ghost towns. She and Daryl walked side by side, both glancing around but so far they were alone,
' You really don't wanna face people do ya?' Daryl muttered as they passed what used to be a bar,
' Can you just drop it!' she hissed angrily
' What are you so worried about…the whole worlds gone to shit and you're worried about a couple of people judging you…bit fucked up don't ya think?'
' Daryl…please just talk about something else' she whispered exasperatedly
' Ok…where'd you get that big scar on your back?' she stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him,
' What…what did you say?'
' You got a big scar on your lower back…where'd you get it?'
' Oh my god were…you watched me this morning?' he didn't look at her but she knew she was right,
' Oh fucking great did you enjoy it!' she spat angrily at him and stormed away from him into a large supermarket. Daryl sighed and followed her, he could see her shaking with rage as she pretended to check the sell by dates on some cans,
' I wasn't perving or nothing…I just…'
' You know what I don't want to talk about it…you think I'd be used to have guys stare at me when I'm naked' he was about to reply when they both looked up.
Daryl grabbed Abby's arm and they ran over to a display near in the centre of the store. Abby crawled under the table and lay on the small platform under it, Daryl climbed under, as the footsteps got closer. He was lying on top of Abby; there was no gap between their bodies as they lay face to face. They stared at each other both barely breathing as the shadows began to walk past the table. It was silent for a moment as the first wave passed, Abby let out a deep shuddering breath and Daryl stared at her. He could feel her shaking beneath him,
' Daryl?' she whispered hoarsely, he could hear the fear in her voice,
' I know…I know' he said quietly, he paused briefly before he slid his hand up the sides of their bodies, his fingers brushed against the soft skin on her thigh as he did, and gripped her hand.
They both lay under the table. Daryl could feel Abby's chest rising and falling underneath his, her hips were pushing against his and she was still gripping his hand, under any other circumstances he would have been enjoying this moment.
Daryl gently pressed a finger to Abby's lips to silence her; he secretly did it so he could feel how soft her lips were.
They left the store without looking back and walked to the edge of town back to the truck. They climbed in and sat still for a moment,
' You ok?' Daryl muttered without looking at her
' Yeah…I'm ok' her voice was still a little shaky
' Thanks for holding my hand' she added giving him a still shaky smile, he smiled and started the truck,
' My dad' Abby muttered as Daryl pulled away to look for a gas station,
' Huh?' Daryl said turning to her
' My dad gave me that scar' Daryl reclined in his seat
' You're old man was an asshole too huh?' she nodded
' He wasn't always…it's like…'
' One day he just snapped and a bottle became more important than anything else?' Daryl murmured darkly, she nodded and decided not to press him any further on the subject of fathers,
' So…is the scar all you saw?' she said playfully accusing him, Daryl smirked and nodded,
' Yeah you kept moving so I didn't get a good look' she laughed and rubbed her face.
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P.s. who's loving all the extra Daryl we're getting in season two… I am! :)