Virgin
Daryl ran a hand through his hair as he took one last look around the store they were scavenging. Michonne was ready to leave, but he wanted to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything that they might need. He was ready to call it quits when he saw the small box on the floor, buried under old magazines that had hidden it from other looters. He smirked and picked it up, tucking it away in his pocket before he met Michonne by the door. "Find anything good?" she asked, noticing the smirk on his face.
"You have no idea." He climbed back into the car with her and headed back to camp. He was beyond happy that he'd found the box. He'd been getting pissy again, and he knew that this would help him calm down a little. They pulled up to camp and he helped unload the car before he stalked off, his crossbow over his shoulder. He wanted somewhere quiet for this. He wanted to enjoy it. He went to the back of camp, behind all of the tents and cars and sat down, resting his back against a tree, enjoying the shade it offered.
"Hey." He looked up as Beth came walking out of the woods, a bucket in her hand.
"What the hell were you doing out there alone?" he demanded.
She rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. "I was looking for berries. I didn't find many." She sighed and pushed her hair away from her face. "How was the run?" Daryl smirked and pulled the box from his pocket and showed her. "You found some?" She smiled and looked at him.
"You want one?" he asked.
She blushed and looked down. "I've never done that before," she admitted.
He smirked and pulled one out and watched her. "I'll teach you." She looked at him, biting her lip nervously but nodded her head slowly. Daryl nodded and put the cigarette in his mouth and brought the light up, lighting it. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the feel of the smoke filling his lungs before he slowly exhaled and let it roll out from between his lips as he handed it to her. "Go slow, okay?" He watched her take it. "Remember to inhale." Beth slowly brought the cigarette to her lips and inhaled. She choked a little at first, but by her third hit she was getting the hang of it. He smirked and let his head fall back against the tree as the nicotine buzz set in and he got light headed and dizzy.
"I can see why these are addictive," she whispered, lying her head on his shoulder. He looked down at her. "I feel better than I have in days. Almost like I'm high."
He smirked and put his arm around her. "That's the nicotine buzz. I stopped getting them after a few weeks of smoking, but I get them all the time now. It's the best part about it," he admitted. She was right; it was like getting high without actually smoking or taking anything illegal. It just felt good. His body was going to hate him later when he ran out and the cravings set in, but for now he had something to make him happy, and sharing Beth's first time with her, that was pretty awesome too. They smoked them down to the filters before putting them out in the dirt at their feet. "You want another one?" he asked, bringing a fresh one to his lips.
"Do you have enough?" she asked.
He nodded his head. "It was a full pack, I'll go easy, but I need this." She nodded her head and took the unlit cigarette from him and the lighter. He walked her through it, watching as she took the first hit. There were two kinds of smokers in the world; those who loved the first drag of a freshly lit cigarette, and those who savored the last one. Personally he liked the first. It cooled his lips, his throat, his lungs, as the smoke invaded his system. Beth choked more on the first hit this time than she did on the last. Lighting the cigarette was always more intense than the every drag after that. He smirked a bit and let his head fall back against the tree as she rested beside him. For a moment in the hell around them, they were at peace, enjoying the little things and each other's company.