Heterochromia Iridum

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Chapter 19: Tension

Neither of them acknowledged out loud how quickly they had fallen into a routine.

Katty didn't comment on it. She knew, by the apprehensive look on his face the second night he had shown up, that if she teased him about it, it was likely that Daryl wouldn't return. And when they were alone, Daryl was good company.

It was almost like another world, a parallel universe, at night when they would talk. It must have been a mix between their combined exhaustion, and something about the night air calming their nerves and chipping at their resolve.

They talked, and it wasn't just Katty, uselessly babbling to fill a perceived awkward silence like usual. Daryl would tell his own stories, sometimes involving Merle, sometimes about his apocalypse family, sometimes, if Katty was lucky, he mentioned small things about his life before the end of the world.

Daryl laughed sometimes and listened when she talked, and she would have sworn he was actually interested in what she had to say. Her favourite moments came to be Daryl's snarky, quick witted comments.

They always made Katty laugh, even if he was rude at times. Daryl was sharp and funny, and she wished he would see himself that way. He had given up on explicitly disagreeing with her, but Katty could tell by the scoff, the shake of his head when Katty would compliment him about anything from his looks to his character, that he disagreed.

She wondered who had treated him so poorly that Daryl couldn't see what she saw.

Looking at him now, slung into a foldout chair, cigarette pinched between two fingers, his head tipped towards the quiet sky as smoke whispered and twisted out of his mouth, Katty thought he couldn't look more like poetry than in that moment.

"Quiet starin', ya creep," he muttered as he swiped a hand through his hair, not needing to look in Katty's direction to confirm that she had been watching him.

Katty reached a hand before her brain could catch up, tugging at his hair quickly before her hand scratched at Daryl's facial hair. She snorted when he batted her hand away, a disgruntled look on his face.

"Hair's gettin' long," she commented with a grin, attaching her hand to his hair again before being slapped away once more.

"Knock it off," he grumped at her, and Katty laughed airily, before she caught herself and stopped.

It was hard for her to tread the line of friends with Daryl. At times, it felt almost like a game. The game of 'just friends' was old the moment she had said it, and Katty wondered how long the lie would last.

When he had approached her in the tower that night, she had assumed he was there to tell her off, once and for all. Katty had been surprised when she had given him an out, cut their potential relationship off at the roots, when he had merely scoffed and sat down in the chair opposite her.

Daryl remained an enigma; a puzzle. These nights helped her piece him together, though she wasn't sure how long it would take. Katty wasn't opposed to the challenge.

Katty had opened up to him that night, though she was aware that Daryl hadn't understood the extent of which she had. She had never mentioned to anyone other than Calum about her contemplated suicide. Daryl's response had been expected, knowing how he was.

He hadn't asked her why she considered ending her life. Daryl had obviously assumed a reason, or just had decided that any reason she would supply wouldn't have been acceptable. Katty wasn't sure what she would have said if he had asked. Part of her wanted to believe that it was fate, that she wasn't meant to tell him what had really happened. Her stomach churned nervously, even now, as she thought about it.

Katty had no idea how Daryl would react if she told him. It wasn't a short story; she'd definitely be forced to tell every detail of her time in the apocalypse. Katty didn't think that she would be up to that. In all likelihood, she would have probably made up an answer that either indirectly lied about the event, or Katty would have spouted a shitty joke to deflect it.

Both options made her feel guilty; Daryl was someone that she was tired of lying to, even if it was indirectly. Both about her immunity as well as her feelings. But that's what she had to do to keep herself safe, as cowardly as it sounded.

"How's Aaron been? I haven't had much time to see him or Eric lately," Katty asked, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. She didn't like doing the late watch at the front gate. It was colder and the seating was less comfortable than up in the tower.

Spencer was on watch in the tower currently. He was taking the deaths of Aiden and Reg rather hard, she could see it in the lines from stress and lack of sleep etching his face as of late. Katty was spending more time with Deanna during the day lately, which meant that she saw Spencer sometimes.

Their relationship was strained, Katty noticed it in the way that Deanna's posture and expression minutely changed when Spencer would clip words at her. Katty wished she could do something to fix it.

She still felt guilty that she wasn't able to stop Pete in time before he hurt anyone, and now Reg was dead. Mere days after they lost Aiden, it was understandable that their suddenly small family was threadbare.

Maggie, Deanna, and herself were planning all things agriculture. Compiling lists, suitability for each plot of land, and more importantly, the details of what would soon be a supply run. Mapping out what stores they knew in the area that carried what, the process took longer than what Katty was use to.

Typically, and granted, she had been on her own, she would just scope out a place for a day or two, making sure that she saw no human movement before she ventured inside. Katty stuck to the main, reliable establishments until they ran dry, and she'd move elsewhere. Deanna wanted to lay out a plan and solidify what exactly they needed before venturing outside the walls.

Needless to say, it left little time for visiting with Aaron and Eric.

Daryl shrugged, "Good as can be, suppose. Eric's glad ta have him here," Katty didn't miss the grumble or the irritated note that his voice carried.

Getting tired of the shitty foldout chair, Katty, ungraceful as always, clamored off it and onto the ground. Daryl cocked his head at her when she half crawled towards him and shoved his legs apart, situating her body in front of him, facing away. Her arms came up so her elbows rested on either of Daryl's knees.

Daryl let out a short laugh. "Yer like a stray cat that won't leave."

"Could say the same about you," she clipped back, unable to restrain the comment on Daryl's constant appearance while she was on watch. She felt him scoff, his annoyance seeping through, and shift with the intent to get up.

"Not allowed to move," Katty snapped, putting her weight on her elbows on top of his thighs, disabling Daryl from leaving in a huff. "You're my new chair."

He was silent for a while, but soon she felt his posture relax behind her as Daryl sunk back in the uncomfortable chair. Katty smiled to herself, glad that Daryl couldn't see the expression. He was usually a good sport about her teasing him, but whatever was between them was still off limits. She assumed that Daryl wasn't into feeling out of control, something that she knew well. So she tried to give him a break.

Plus, he made a good chair.

"And how about you?" she asked, remembering the point of her previous question. It was no secret that Daryl was just as tense, if not more so than Katty lately. Not going outside Alexandria for an extended period of time was difficult for the man. Which is probably why he frequently sat on watch with her, now that she thought of it. The more exhausted you were during the day, the less energy you had to mope around or think. And Daryl had certainly looked more fatigued, more tense as of late.

"What 'bout me?" he asked in return, stubbornly. Katty tipped her head back so that he could see that she had rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh please, have you seen yourself? You're like a caged dog around here since you and Aaron can't go out scouting."

And it was true. She could tell that he tried to keep busy, but it wasn't enough for the redneck. Daryl had practically grown up outside, in the woods, providing for himself long before the end of the world. It was a wonder that he hadn't left on his own without telling anyone. Katty supposed that, even if he didn't want to admit it, Daryl agreed with Rick that it wasn't safe for anyone to go out on their own.

Katty wasn't technically supposed to be running outside around the perimeter of Alexandria, she had to badger whoever was on watch at the time to let her out, claiming that she wouldn't wander too far from the walls. It wasn't true; she always ended up going through the woods as well, but they didn't need to know that. The same route got boring, Katty reasoned.

"Speak fer yerself," Daryl tugged a piece of Katty's hair, which sent a spark trailing from her head to her toes. "Ya either look exhausted, or like yer 'bout ta snap. Ya need ta blow off some steam."

It was near impossible to ignore the fact that Daryl had used the exact same phrase that Calum had when he suggested that Katty use Daryl to 'blow off some steam'. Close proximity definitely wasn't the best idea in this case, Katty decided. She knew she was squirming now, and twisted her outstretched legs together so that her thighs were clenched.

"We make quite the pair then; a stray cat and a caged dog," she joked lightly, trying to take her mind off how his hand had felt in her hair.

Daryl didn't laugh. His fingers strung through the hair at the nape of her neck, and he tugged Katty until her head tipped back and he could look at her face.

"Why are ya weird 'nd twitchy now?" he asked, leaning over her. Katty couldn't move for a minute, just staring at his face. His eyebrows were raised, a calculating expression gracing his features as Daryl looked down at her.

Katty decided that she liked the dark hues that the end of the night threw on him, making Daryl's features look more angular, sharp, more masculine.

"Not sleepin' still?" Daryl asked another short question when Katty didn't answer the last one. Her heart started to race when Daryl lifted a callused thumb to prod the dark circles under her eyes. He obviously thought that her squirming had been Katty trying to get comfortable or from the lack of sleep. If only he knew.

Her intrigued stare softened when his hand moved to her forehead. "Not gettin' sick, are ya? Sure as hell don't wanna take care of yer snifflin', whiney ass." The question and underlying concern touched her, even if it was laced through Daryl's farce of annoyance with her.

His tongue briefly swept out to wet his lips, and Katty was immediately distracted. Her neck started to hurt from the awkward, leant back position, but it was nothing now compared to the uncomfortable throb between her legs.

"Why aren'tcha talkin'?" He asked, Daryl's expression now amused with her silence.

"Cat got yer tongue?"

The smirk that crossed his face at his own joke, the one that allowed Katty to see a sliver of teeth, the one that he only used when they were alone at night; it made the last grains of her resolve disappear. The sky was slowly lightening, and their time was coming to an end. These past few days, she had been able to pretend she was alright with just being friends.

Not now though, not when they were both equally as tired, and not when he looked this good.

Katty reached up and grabbed some of his hair that had fallen around his face when he had inspected hers earlier. Weaving her thin fingers into his dark hair, she tugged him forward and down towards her while she tried to twist her neck so Daryl was more attainable.

Somehow, their lips connected, and it was the sweetest reverie that Katty had felt. She supposed that it was a combination of her own exhaustion and sudden neediness, but Daryl's smoky taste had never been more satisfying. It was an awkward position, they were both clumsy and rushed, but Katty didn't want to skip over or alter a moment of it.

She was pleased that Daryl had responded to her advance immediately, moving his lips against hers easily. Katty disconnected theirs mouth so that she could sit up and flip around quickly. Placing her hand back on Daryl's thighs, she was now on her knees in front of him.

Katty was more appreciative of the slowly approaching dawn in that moment. The way that Daryl looked at her, all intense eyes, dilated pupils, and mouth slightly parted; she wouldn't have seen that if it had still been dark out.

Daryl didn't move as she slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips back to his, Daryl's hands clenched tightly at his side. Katty felt slow and tentative, though the energy that prickled around them was anything but.

She was the one who had said that they shouldn't do this anymore. Katty felt like a fucking hypocrite, draping herself across him. Her mind started moving a mile a minute, unfocussed on the man under her fingertips and anxiously racing around possibilities.

He was responding to her, slanting and gliding his mouth and tongue with Katty's. Daryl seemed to pick up on the sudden nervous, hesitant air that stifled Katty, and seemed to slow down to match her.

Katty pulled away again, feeling dizzy as Daryl's breath danced across her face, panting slightly.

"We're friends, right?" she murmured, unsure how to ask her question any other way. It wasn't the best method; it was unclear and left room for a lot of misinterpretation. Katty wasn't even sure exactly what she wanted to interpret to Daryl, feeling confused herself.

It was an echo of what she had asked him a few days ago, and she wondered if he would answer it the same way. Did she want him to? He had said 'friends ain't do this shit', and at the time, Katty thought it was romantic in a strange way. Then Daryl had ignored her, so maybe he thought of her as less of a friend, and more of a – a what, exactly? Katty's brain hurt trying to dissect their situation.

Instead of repeating himself, Daryl just nodded, not saying anything, and Katty wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not. Was this just two people – friends, maybe, using each other to relieve tension, or something more? Did she want it to be? Daryl's gaze was still just as heated, but he still didn't move towards her, and Katty leaned forward, kissing him lingeringly before moving away once more.

She reconsidered Daryl's words from earlier. Katty's heart was hammering in her chest, and while she looked at Daryl, she decided, for once in her life, to just turn her brain off and be in the moment. Stop overthinking and reading into everything. It might bite her in the arse later, but Katty was tired enough and wound tight enough that she stopped caring.

"Friend's help each other – blow off steam," she purred, her hands sliding up his thighs. Daryl seemed to freeze, his gaze narrowing as he licked his lips once again. Katty squeezed his thighs to try and get some sort of response out of him, and squeaked when Daryl lashed out. He grabbed her at her waist, finger tips harshly digging into her ribcage, and pulled her onto his lap without a word.

He was more of a physical person, Katty decided when Daryl simply angled his mouth onto hers again, kissing her crushingly hard, instead of responding verbally. His hands stayed at her waist, and it shot electricity up Katty's spine when she felt him toying with the edges of her shirt. His tongue entered her mouth languishingly and devastatingly slow, massaging against hers and Katty shifted her hips, moving closer to him on his lap.

A near groan reverberated through him at her motion, and Katty smiled through the kiss, weaving her hands into his hair. It was so fucking satisfying, eliciting any response out of him, considering how controlled Daryl normally was of himself.

Katty turned her face away from Daryl's slightly, leading his mouth to her neck. He immediately found the spot under her ear that made her squirm. Daryl's lips attached to her neck, sucking and licking at the spot, and Katty whimpered, grinding her centre against his hard length through his pants.

She leaned back and lifted her arms above her head, Daryl's eyes following her every move. The heat between them was near unbearable, and Katty suddenly felt suffocated in her clothes.

Hesitantly, Daryl's rough hands slid along the skin at her waist, following her vest top up and over Katty's head. His eyes were impossibly dark in the early morning light, connecting with her own fleetingly before he trailed them down her front. Her skin prickled delightedly as he unabashedly scoured every curve and dip that was available to his eyes.

She almost moaned at how hungrily he wracked his eyes over her body, his large hands tightening at Katty's sides. At her shaky inhale, Daryl's eyes snapped back up to hers. Katty bit her lip and reached behind her back, easily unhooking the clasps on her bra and throwing it over his shoulder, not watching or caring where it landed. The cool air combined with the intensity on Daryl's face caused her nipples to harden immediately,

With new vigor, Daryl's lips attached back to her neck, his facial hair scratching and making her skin tingle. He trailed down towards her chest, his lips and tongue attaching to one nipple while his callused hand grasped her other breast. Katty's head tipped back, and couldn't think straight enough to be embarrassed by the whimper that escaped her. Her back arched and hips ground against Daryl, another groan sounding as she felt how hard he was. Katty heard Daryl growl, and he tweaked her nipple rougher while his teeth pinched the other one. The slight pain made Katty gasp out, writhing against him. She could feel herself become soaked, her mind fuzzy with want.

Grabbing Daryl's face and pulling him roughly up towards her face again, the kiss she received was all heat and teeth and desire. Daryl's hand massaged the fleshy mounds on her chest, plucking and pinching her nipples in turn. Katty couldn't keep any noise at bay, whimpers and gasps the only sounds that they could hear.

They were going to get caught, she realized. It was still quite early, and the next person wouldn't be around yet to relieve her, but Katty had no desire to be caught gyrating on top of Daryl with her tits out.

A laugh escaped her at their situation, and Katty pulled away from him quickly. Daryl's face morphed into confusion and irritation, and she quickly leaned forward to peck his lips once more.

"That was fun, see ya Daryl," she said jokingly, fully knowing it would piss him off. Daryl's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed, but before he had the chance to snap at her, Katty jumped off his lap.

She looked around for her bra, confused where it went. Quickly spotting it in the dirt by the car to the side, she snorted. Katty hadn't realized that she had chucked it that far. It felt weird, climbing down from the walkway of the front gate, topless.

Bending down to grab it from the dirt, Katty grinned to herself when she heard Daryl stomping angrily towards her. She knew she was being a bitch, but it was just too hard to resist teasing him sometimes. Katty turned around to explain to him the chances of them being caught, immediately being met by his irritated expression.

"Th'fuck was that?" he snarled at her, appearing in her personal space, scowling down at Katty. She bit her lip at the fire in his eyes and the hard line set into his jaw, suddenly at a loss for tangible words.

"Didn't realize yer a fuckin' cock tease," Katty would admit it, she deserved that for her little joke. Glancing down, her breath hitched at the obvious strain in his pants. Daryl was still half talking, half yelling at her, words that Katty wasn't hearing anymore.

She suddenly dropped a hand to Daryl, cupping his hardness and squeezing lightly. Daryl's words died in his mouth, his eyes still angry, desire and intrigue now coating his features. Katty watched his face as she squeezed him again, relishing in how his eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a raspy groan sounding at the back of his throat. Leaning forward, she nipped at his throat roughly as Daryl's hands came up to her bare chest once again.

"Am I?" she questioned, grazing her teeth up to his ear. "I'm sorry that I've been bad, Daryl," her voice held a teasing note, and she cupped him one last time, squeezing soundly when she said 'bad'.

She let out a girlish squeal when Daryl's hands grasped roughly at her hips, shoving her backwards. Katty landed and bounced on the bonnet of the old car, coughing when dust flew up and into her lungs.

Daryl looked predatory, stalking towards her, and it made Katty's thighs clench together at the look on his face. She leaned back onto her elbows as he approached, grabbing either of her legs at the knee, moving them apart so he could fit between them. Daryl grabbed her by the chin, roughly crashing his mouth into hers before he quickly ripped away from her.

The look in his eye was exciting and dangerous, and Katty was soaked at the thought of what was going to happen.

Grabbing the sides of both her legs again, Daryl roughly pulled her body towards him, Katty letting out a surprised gasp when her elbows slid out from under her and her back hit the metal of the car. Daryl's hands fell to the button of her pants, and he paused momentarily to look at Katty questioningly, resuming his ministrations once she nodded carelessly in his direction, eager to continue.

"Ho – shit," she laughed when Daryl grabbed her hips and flipped Katty over onto her stomach once he had undone the front of her pants. Katty put her elbows out in front of her so that she could prop herself up, and watched over her shoulder as Daryl yanked Katty's favourite black jeans carelessly down her legs so that they stopped at her knees. Daryl toyed with the band of her panties, glancing at her quickly before pulling them down her legs to meet her jeans. He slid a toying finger along her folds, and made an appreciative noise when he found out how wet she was. An embarrassing mewl escaped her when Daryl pushed a finger into her, Katty's back arching and her mouth dropping open at the intrusion. She cried out when Daryl added another finger and started to pump and curl his digits.

"Fuck, yer so wet, girl," he rasped at her, pulling his fingers out to slide her wetness across her folds.

Katty hadn't realized that she was holding her breath until Daryl slapped her arse firmly and she yelped. Scowling over her shoulder, Katty saw Daryl smirking at her while he undid his own pants.

"Hurry up," she snapped, aware of how risky and stupid they were being. "Unless you want to get caught with your cock ou – "

Her irritation was cut short to make way for a loud moan as Daryl pushed quickly and somewhat roughly into her. Her walls pulsated around him, stretched almost uncomfortably around his length. Katty planted her forehead into the bonnet of the car, her hand stretched out and grasping at the edge where the windshield was. Daryl's hands grasped her hips, not allowing her time to accustom herself to his size before he started to move inside her.

"Damn, finally found a way ta make ya shut up," he laughed lightly from behind her. Katty didn't have the capacity to say something rude, so she swatted at him from her position on her stomach, missing Daryl entirely. She heard him snort again before he continued thrusting, and Katty cried out loudly when he slammed particularly hard into her, grasping desperately at the smooth metal surface. Neither of them had the time or the current emotional capacity to make this about anything other than getting off, which, judging by the feeling building in her abdomen, was soon.

Katty tried to twist to look over her shoulder at Daryl, his expression not helping her last in the slightest. He was looking down, watching himself thrust into Katty over and over, the look on his face absolutely fucking primal and sexy. She whimpered, her walls clenching around him again, and Daryl glanced up at her. Grabbing her hips again, Daryl pulled her towards him, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more rushed. Katty's legs were more firmly planted on the ground, and he reached around to press on her clit, alternating between circling and lightly pinching it. The tingling, tight feeling in Katty's lower abdomen intensified, and she could feel Daryl's thrusts become irregular as he drew near his finish.

"Oh fuck," she cried out, stars dancing at the edge of her vision. "Please, please, please," Katty repeated, not sure what she was begging for past immediate release. Daryl's fingers worked on her bundle of nerves more vigorously, the combination of that with the rough, quick thrusts, making her mouth open, no words spilling out.

"Gonna cum for me, girl?" his gravelly voice sent her over the edge, and Katty came, pulsating erratically around him as her orgasm spasmed through her body. Daryl groaned at the feeling, thrusting hard a few more times before she felt him stop and finish inside of her. The feeling of him filling her up caused more useless begging and unintelligible sounds to coat the air.

Daryl's hands fell to either side of her on the car, both panting, trying desperately to catch their breath.

She whimpered when he pulled out of her soon after, not ready to lose that feeling yet. Katty didn't move right away, suddenly exhausted. She wished she could just sleep here.

She tugged her panties and jeans back up before Katty rolled over and buttoned her jeans. Daryl was standing above her, watching her evenly with an unreadable expression. She quickly looked him up and down, frowning that he looked not a hair out of place from usual.

"How is it that you look perfectly normal and I look like I've been fucked?"

Daryl snorted and rolled his eyes before letting them trail down to her still exposed chest. Katty, suddenly feeling entirely exposed and unsure, covered her breasts. Katty didn't have much time to contemplate how to break what she perceived as an awkward silence before he handed her bra to her gingerly. Katty snorted at how uncomfortable he looked holding it.

"It's a bra, it won't bite."

She could have sworn she saw him blush before quickly turning away and leaving to retrieve Katty's vest top. Chucking the item of clothing at her, Katty put it on just in time, before Glenn appeared a few minutes later, walking towards them to switch watch shifts.

"Mornin'," the man greeted them with a yawn, then eyed both Katty and Daryl somewhat suspiciously. Katty knew her face was probably red, her hair fucked up, her clothes not completely straight; it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

"Morning, Glenn," she said casually, hoping to distract him. She heard Daryl start to walk away without so much as a 'bye', and resisted scowling at his retreating form over her shoulder. Yeah, not like they didn't have anything to talk about, she thought sarcastically.

"Uneventful night," she said casually to Glenn, referring to the watch.

Glenn's lips twitched, "Oh, that's good," Katty didn't like the expectant, slowly growing grin on his face. She glanced down and straightened out her shirt, batting the dirt off the front of it.

When she looked up, Glenn's eyes were fixed on something off to the side, his eyebrows raised. Katty glanced over and cringed. The old car, previously coated in dust, dirt, and debris, now had a displaced spot where Katty had been splayed across it.

Fuck.

"Well, I'm pretty knackered, I'm going to get going. Have a good morning, Glenn," she chattered at him, stretching her arms above her head and fake yawning for emphasis. Katty's heart was racing, and where she had been exhausted for days, the last thing on her mind currently was sleep.

"Uh, okay," Glenn said, flicking his dark eyes from the car and then towards Katty multiple times.

Katty turned away quickly and starting walking away, with the intent to go home and contemplate how she would – was fix the right word? – how she would handle her current situation with Daryl.

"Chair must not have been comfy, huh?" Katty jumped and halfway turned to look over her shoulder at Glenn, who had called out to her.

"What?" she asked, not understanding why Glenn was suddenly interested in conversing about furniture when she had already started walking away.

"You're walking weird, so it must not have been comfortable," he reiterated, and Katty's face immediately started to burn at the realization of what Glenn meant.

Katty's mouth opened and closed dumbly, before she snapped it closed, unable to think of a suitable retort. Glenn's laughter when she merely turned around and kept walking did nothing to help how pink she was sure her face was.

Maggie was going to have a field day when Glenn told her.

A/N: I edited this way too many times, kept overthinking it, and kept changing how it ended. The next chapter will probably pick up exactly where this one left off, just Daryl's point of view instead. I just couldn't figure out a way to split it up appropriately, and really didn't want to end it on a serious note.

I know it might seem like it escalated quickly, but I couldn't picture it happening any other way – they're both too, Katty and Daryl for it to be planned or romantic or anything else.

See you in the next one!

-Submechanophobia

Next Time: Daryl didn't have to focus his time on avoiding Kat; she seemed to be better at it than he was.