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"This can't be good." Sam comments on the increasing number of stray walkers they have seen today "Think there's a heard nearby?"
"Keep yer fingers crossed." Daryl says "We're gonna be travelin a lot closer to cities now. Less you wanna go the real round about way."
"Haven't we been doing that anyway?" Sam stares at the map she snagged out of the gas station a few miles back.
"We could swing west, head towards the mountains, go through Pennsylvania an New York. Might mean less of these bastards." he says as the Jeep's back tires bump over the downed walkers skull, crushing it.
Sam cringes "That's so disgusting."
"Hell of a lot better than havin to fight them on foot." he shrugs it off "So nwhat are we doin?"
"I don't know." panic suddenly grips her "Maybe we should just head back to Georgia."
"The hell are you talking about?" he slows the car and looks at her.
"Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea." her voice edges on hysteria "We never should have left thr group."
Daryl puts the car in park and turns it off "What's gotten into you? Couple a weeks ago hell an high water wouldn'ta stopped you. What changed?"
"Daryl, they're probably not even alive anymore." she says, her voice catching "What's the point of dragging us both through hell only to find that out?"
"You don't know that," he says "maybe they're fine. But if we don't get up there, you'll never know either way, an you'll spend the rest of your life wonderin. The longer you put it off the harder it'll be to find them."
"I don't think I could take it, if they're turned." tears shimmer in her eyes at just the thought of her baby sister becoming one of those monsters.
"You're strong. You can do it." he reassures her, and adds quietly "An you've got me."
"We'll head towards the mountains, try to avoid the walkers as much as we can." Sam says, swallowing the remaining tears.
"It's getting dark," he says "we'll stay around here tonight."
Sam lays on the makeshift bed in the Jeep, listening to the thunder rumble above the trees. The storm clouds closed in with the sunset, and she could see far away flashed of lightening, lighting up the forest. The rain starts to fall on the roof of the car.
"This rain is gonna fuck me up. I can't hear a damn thing outside." Daryl gripes, laying next to her.
"We're pretty safe in here, remember a couple of nights ago? They couldn't get in." she looks at him in the dark, hardly able to make out his outline, she scoots closer to him, until only inches separate them.
"We got lucky was all. Don't wanna push it."
"Well complaining isn't gonna make the rain stop any sooner." she says, eyes straining in the dark to make out any of his features. His breath tickles her cheek and before she can talk herself out of it, she presses her lips to his.
"What'r you doin?" he mumbles when she pulls away.
"Distracting you from the rain." she kisses him again.
She runs her tongue over his bottom lip and is rewarded when he opens his mouth and lets her deepen the kiss. Her hand moves to the back of his neck, and her fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck. His arm goes around her, holding her closer. She moves from his lips kissing along his jaw despite the stubble, making her way to his neck and gently grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth, unsure how he will react, but the soft groan urges her on. Her hand travels from his neck, over his shoulders, down his side and works it's way under layers of clothing. Her lips find his again and her hand moves up his back, loving the feel of all that powerful muscle. She can feel the edges of the raised scars that she's only caught glimpses of before and suddenly he jerks back.
"Daryl, what?" she asks, confused.
"Don't." he pulls her hand out from under his shirt. "Just, no."
"I don't care about the scars." she tries to tell him.
"Well, I do." he says sharply, moving away from her slightly.
The sudden absence of body heat makes her shiver, but she stays quiet, trying to figure out a way to make it better.
Daryl lies on his back, staring at the top of the car, trying to hear past Sam's even breathing and the rain that's now coming down in sheets, for any unusual sounds outside and trying to forget how good her body felt against his. She doesn't actually want him though, he just happened to be the closest person she could latch on to. Nobody's wanted him around his entire life, he's always been in the way. The scars are a permanent reminder of that.
Daryl's eyes snap open. He lays still, trying to figure out what woke him. The rain has stopped, but the drops from the trees still splatter the roof and ground. Sam is laying practically on top of him, her head on his arm and a leg thrown over him. He slowly tries to move from under her, her as soon as he does her arm tightens, holding him closer. Instead he looks out the windows at the surrounding forest. Grey mist cloaks the trees, making them only darker shadows in the fog, he watches the shapes outside, making sure none of them move before allowing himself to drift in and out of consciousness again.
Sam opens her eyes when the car rocks slightly. Daryl is still asleep beside her. She peers out the window out the window into the fog and yelps when a hand hit's the passenger side window, rocking the car again.
"Daryl," she shakes his shoulder "wake up. There's a walker outside."
"You know how to take care of 'em" he tries to roll over "Have at it."
Before she can say anything more, the car shakes again and Daryl is sitting up, fully awake.
"Where's my knife?" he asks "How many are out there?"
"I don't know." Sam says, panicked "I didn't check, and your knife was with all your stuff, right?"
"We gotta find out how many are out there, if it's only a few we can take them out, but any more than that an we gotta get out here." he says, sitting back with his knife.
"It's so foggy, I can't see."
"Shh." he puts a finger to his lips and listens hard to the sound of the walkers outside. More hands slap at the car, Sam covers her mouth to keep quiet "Sounds like there's at least twenty of 'em out there, an without using out guns an attractin more, I don't like our odds."
"So what do we do? Will we be able to get through them in this?" Sam whispers.
"I guess we could try, if it doesn't work, we figure something else out." Daryl jumps in the drivers seat, starts the car and hands Sam the knife "Take out any that get close enough, but don't open the window enough to let one grab you."
The sun starts to burn off the fog, Daryl was right about the numbers. The car bucks forward but the tires start to spin, kicking up mud and wet leaves.
"I thought this piece of shit was made for ground like this." Daryl growls, hitting the steering wheel and flooring the pedal.
"It's been sitting all night, the tires are sunk." Sam points out, driving the knife into a walkers eye.
The tires catch and the Jeep shoots forward, Daryl jerks the wheel hard and they narrowly avoiding slamming then into a tree. Sam looks behind them and watches the walkers shamble after them but they are quickly disappearing into the woods.