Chapter 13: Problem?
Abby and Daryl stared each other out until Abby looked down,
' What are you talking about?' she said trying to busy herself with putting some clothes in a draw,
' I'm talking about you suddenly treating me like I'm something you stepped in' he said quietly as he stood up,
' God paranoid much Daryl?'
' Nah see I don't think I am…you been looking at me funny all night so what's your problem?' he was slowly pacing back and forth like he often did, it was like watching a caged animal,
' Daryl just leave it…there isn't a problem' she said folding a t-shirt,
' So why can't you look me in the eye?' he said walking right over to her and standing behind her, he was so close she could feel his breath on her ear as he spoke,
' I…I've just been a bit freaked out since that thing with the walker' she whispered,
' Yeah…yeah that I get but was it just the walker that freaked you out…or was it me?' she felt the tip of his nose graze against her cheek slightly as he moved closer,
' I thought you didn't care what anyone thought of you?' she said turning her face away from him slightly,
' I didn't say I cared, I just wanna know if we have a problem?'
' We don't Daryl' she turned her face back to him and he nodded.
' Ok…you having a drink with me then? He walked back over to her bed and picked up the bottle of whiskey he'd taken from Jenner's supplies. Abby felt torn; if she said no he'd start asking her what her problem was again. If she said yes; she didn't trust herself around him with liquor in her system.
They sat on her bed and passed the bottle to each other. Daryl seemed to have relaxed with the liquor in him and was even laughing and telling her stories about merle and his past. Every time he passed her the bottle and his hand brushed against hers she flashed back to the fantasy she'd had in the shower earlier,
' So…you drunk enough to gimme that lap dance yet?' he said laughing and crawling across the bed and lying next to her, Abby laughed and her head rolled back,
' Where's my $40?' she said laughing, Daryl let out a bark of a laugh and swung his arm over her so it was resting on her stomach,
' So what's that guys problem with you?' he said quietly as he turned his face to hers, they were so close the tips of their noses were almost touching,
' He and I had a little altercation one night…long story short I kicked him in the balls and he's been an ass to me ever since' Daryl laughed and hugged the whiskey bottle to his body,
' What he do to deserve that?'
' He grabbed me in the parking lot one night after I finished work and tried to bundle me into his car…still he hasn't had the balls to fuck with me since' Daryl laughed again and Abby smiled and closed her eyes, it was the most relaxed she'd felt in ages.
She felt Daryl shift and opened her eyes. Daryl was pushed up on his arms, one of which was over her body; his face was inches from hers.
Daryl stared at Abby for a moment before he lowered his body against hers and kissed her. Abby was shocked but it didn't take her long to respond to his kiss, she wrapped her arms around him and gripped his muscular back. Daryl gripped her body closer; one hand on her back and the other was working its way up her leg until he could grip her ass cheek.
His stubble scratched against her cheek as he began to kiss her neck, Abby moaned as he lowered her body back down onto the bed and began to lift her shirt up, kissing her exposed skin as he went,
' Abby?' they both paused as if they'd been caught in the act as Carrie tapped on the door,
' Abby can I please come in?' she said from the other side of the door, Daryl sat up and ran both hands through his hair; he looked deeply annoyed.
Abby sat up and pulled her shirt down as Daryl stood up and grabbed the whiskey bottle; he looked at Abby and shook his head before walking over to the door.
He walked out and Carrie walked in, she looked from Daryl to Abby with a puzzled expression,
' Sorry did I…erm interrupt anything?' she said wincing slightly
' No we…we were just talking, you ok?' Abby said suddenly concerned when she saw Carrie wince and clutch the chest of drawers near the door,
' Abby it really hurts…I think something's wrong?'
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