Georgette woke up the next morning to see Candice cooking something over the fire. She was able to push herself up so she was sitting.
"Whatcha cooking?" she asked.
"I got a rabbit," said Candice, turning the meat over the fire. "It's almost done cooking."
"Have you been up all night?" asked Georgette.
"No," she said, "I went out early this morning." She was in no condition to reprimand her sister for going out alone without letting her know so she just slumped back down on the couch. "How are you feeling?" asked Candice.
"Alright," said Georgette. She was the weakest she ever felt and she hated it.
"You still look really pale," said Candice, "You should keep resting."
"I can't," she said, slowly turning herself so her feet were hanging off the couch. "Don't have time for rest, what if we get attacked?"
"Then I'll take care of it," said Candice.
"Really stepping up to the plate aren't you?" asked Georgette.
"I guess," said Candice.
"Well you don't have to," said Georgette, "I'm fine." She pushed herself up off the couch and tried to take her first step. She fell flat on her face. She had absolutely no balance. It was a weird feeling. She had never realized how much she used her toes to stay on her feet. Candice stood up in shock.
"Are you trying to get yourself even more hurt?!" she said. She grabbed onto Georgette's arm and helped her back onto the couch. She felt her ribs painfully grind together again. With all the commotion she'd almost forgotten about her broken ribs. She knew there was nothing she could do for broken ribs, they'd heal themselves over time, but until then it'd be highly uncomfortable. She felt Candice unwrapping the cloth from her feet and looking at the cauterized wound. "It's healing well," she said, "But if you continue to try and walk it won't."
"We can't just stay here like sitting ducks, we've got to so something," said Georgette. She wasn't even exactly sure what they were supposed to do. They couldn't go back to the house, it was no doubt overrun with walkers. But she didn't want to stay here either. It didn't feel like home, but what was home now?
"What do you suggest we do?" asked Candice, "Just wander around aimlessly? We've got food and shelter here, you're hurt and we're deep in the woods, we need to stay here."
"Ya well we thought we were 'deep in the woods' before but looked what happened," said Georgette.
"Well I don't know where you want to run off to but I'm staying here." Georgette didn't reply, she knew Candice was right. There was no where to go, but she felt like running. Running away and never coming back. Candice finished cooking the rabbit and took it off the fire. She cut it into two pieces and handed one to Georgette.
"Thanks," said Georgette. She hated feeling weak. She was useless to herself and her sister. She felt a shot of pain go through her foot and groaned in pain, trying not to show it.
"Thank god we held onto the bags," said Candice. She pulled out a bottle of pills and tossed it to Georgette. "I almost forgot, I managed to get some painkillers there, it was the last bottle I could find." Georgette opened up the bottle and took two pills.
When they were finished eating the two girls sat in silence. Candice held her knees into her chest, staring into the fire, the flames dancing in her blue eyes. Georgette still lay on the couch, her arm over her eyes, trying to somehow block out the world. She heard her sister start singing, her soft voice echoing in the empty house.
"You are loved just as you are, Can you feel it in your precious heart."
"Angela used to sing that to us when we were little," said Georgette, instantly recognizing the song.
"Ya," said Candice. She paused before she started singing again. "You are safe, you are home..."
"You are held, you're never alone. The light you are could make angels sing. So grateful for the love and joy you bring."
"That's beautiful Beth," said Angela. Beth turned to her and smiled, the girls were fast asleep and the two women crept out of the room and shut the door.
"Thanks," said Beth, sitting down on the couch.
"Where'd you learn to sing like that?" asked Angela. Beth shrugged
"I've always loved to sing, my mom used to sing me that when I was little."
"I used to sing my daughter to sleep," said Angela, "Even when she got older and she'd wake up from a nightmare or something, I was always there." Beth saw the sadness in her eyes. She couldn't imagine what it felt like to loose a daughter. She remembered seeing the same look in Carol's eyes years ago when she lost Sophia. She pulled her into a hug and said
"You'll see her again someday, she's in a better place now." Angela pulled away and said
"Thanks for having me over,"
"It was no problem," said Beth, "I like having the extra help when Daryl's out."
"Will he be back soon?" asked Angela.
"Should be," said Beth, looking out the window into the night, "He went to have a drink at the fire with some of the other guys." The fire pit was in the center of the town, it was a place for them to go hangout and sit around the fire and talk. It was the equivalent of a bar.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow then," she said, opening the door and leaving. Beth blew out the candles in the main room. She checked on the girls one more time before going to her bedroom. It was a cold night and instead of waiting up in the living room she crawled under the covers to keep warm, keeping the candle lit. She let out a sigh as she relaxed into the pillow. She couldn't believe things were as good as they were. They had come into the town, starving, dirty, and she had been eight months pregnant. They had given them a house to live in, food and medical attention. She couldn't believe how developed the place was. From the looks of it, it had been a campground. But they had done a good job in turning it into a livable place. It was surrounded by fences and they had built several cabins to house everyone. All of the cabins had a main room where there was two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living area. It was paradise. In fact, the community had gotten so big half had split off and went to organize another town somewhere further down south. She rolled onto her side and thought about Maggie, if only she was there, then it would be perfect. Suddenly the candle went out and she felt two big arms wrap around her from behind. Knowing it was Daryl she didn't scream. She smiled and said
"How was the fire pit?"
"'S good," he said, getting in next to her. She felt his bare body press against her. "The girls asleep?" he asked.
"Ya," she said. She could feel his warm lips kissing down her neck. "Angela came over for a bit, I think she really like being with girls." He let out a grunt as he continued to kiss her neck. "She lost her husband and her daughter around the same time. Maybe it's good if she comes over and hangs out with girls more." He moved down to kissing her collarbone, sending shivers through her body. "Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" she asked.
Hm, oh ya, sure," he said, clearly not having of heard anything she had said. She could feel his erection pressing into her.
"What is it you want?" she said smirking.
"I think you know what I want," he said. His hand found its way under her shirt and started squeezing her breasts. She giggled as he pulled her onto her back and got on top of her. He had a wild look in his eyes as he roughly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her half naked. Her nipples hardened at the cold air and he quickly moved down from her collarbone to her chest, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and slowly sucking it. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing at his back with her hands. Suddenly he got off of her and before she knew what was happening he had flipped her onto her belly and dragged her to the edge of the bed so her knees were on the floor. She felt him pull her pants off, leaving her just in panties. He started to slowly stroke her through the thin material. She felt like an electric current was going through her body as he leaned over and started whispering in her ear.
"You like that sweetheart?" His voice was low and full of lust. He pushed her panties aside and started fingering her. She could feel her own wetness on her thighs. He kissed down her back, leaving small love bites as he went. She wanted him now.
"Daryl," she moaned.
"What is it baby girl?" he asked.
"I need you," she heard him laugh huskily. He pulled her panties off and teased her, moving his hard cock over her ass.
"Whatdya need?" he asked. Her voice was caught in her throat. "What is it?"
"Fuck me," she said. He didn't need to be told twice. He thrust into her, letting out a low moan. He started out slow, not giving her satisfaction until she was begging for it. He picked up the pace, slamming into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. It felt amazing as he filled her up completely. She felt him gripping onto her hips so she couldn't move. He loved being the dominant one and she was happy to let him do it. She whimpered his name as she felt the warmth build in her stomach and thighs.
"Come on girl," he said, "Cum for me." She gripped onto the bed covers, feeling the pleasure build and finally release. She saw stars as he continued to thrust into her. Seconds later he reached his climax, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finished inside her. He collapsed onto the bed next to her. He let out a long sigh and said
"I love you," She looked at him lying next to her, an expression of pure bliss on his face.
"I love you too."