A/N What do you guys think of these chapters so far? I wanna know! Hope you like this one. Much loves and enjoy! 3
The full moon shines through the trees, now losing most of their leaves.
"We'll probably get there in a few days, maybe another week or so, depending on what the roads are like." Daryl says.
"I know," Sam sighs "the streets are going to be a mess. I don't know why she had to live in the city."
"Maybe it won't be as bad as Atlanta, it's a smaller state." he tries to comfort her.
"I really don't want to have to go in on foot, but I have a feeling we might have to." Sam exhales and watches the cloud of breath disperse in the cold air. "Do you think it will start snowing soon?"
"I wouldn't rule it out." Daryl shrugs "But the days are still sorta warm, nothing will stick for another few weeks at least."
Sam listens to the fire crackling in the quiet night "What's been your favorite state so far?"
"We ain't exactly sight seein on this trip." Sam gives him an exasperated glare "I like it here well enough. Huntin's been good."
Sam sighs and shakes her head "Yeah, New York is pretty nice, I came here a few times when I was a little kid, but I don't remember much."
"Why don't we stay here for a few days?" he suggests.
"Why?" Sam asks, confused.
"Cuz I'm tired of drivin, we haven't stopped for more than a day since we left Georgia. Might be nice to stay somewhere for a few days." he shrugs again "There's a town not too far from here, maybe we can refresh some supplies, even stay in a house if you want."
"That might be nice, be able to stretch out and sleep in an actual bed." Sam smiles.
"First thing in the morning we'll find a place to stay for a few days." Daryl nods "Sound good?"
"What about up there?" Sam points to a gap in the trees with just a dirt road. They can hardly see the house at the end through the trees
"We'll see what it's like , sure." Daryl turns the jeep onto the road, cursing at all the holes.
The cabin is set in the middle of a decent sized clearing. The place it's self doesn't look like it could be more than four or five rooms. Daryl drives the jeep off the driveway and onto the grass, parking as close to the porch as he can.
"I'll go in, do a quick sweep, make sure it's clear. Then I'll come get you." Daryl says, shutting off the car.
"Um, no." she protests "You're not leaving me in the car. We go in together. At least I can watch your back then."
Daryl concedes, knowing at this point how pointless it is to try and argue with her about things like this.
"Fine, but you stay behind me at all times. I don't want you wanderin off until we finish the sweep."
"I'm not a child." she says, irritated, he just keeps staring at her "Ok, fine. With you at all times."
The front door swings open when he nudges it with his foot, he carefully steps on the floor boards, trying to make as little noise as possible. The front room takes up almost the whole front of the house, with a large stone fireplace on one wall. Daryl opens both of the small closets and thoroughly inspects them before moving on to the other room at the front of the house, a small kitchen with a door to the side yard. Almost all the cabinets are open and empty, the pantry is the same way. His footsteps echo slightly as he walks through the hall. But only his. He turns and Sam is gone.
"Sam." he whispers loudly, not wanting to alert anything that might be in the last two rooms "Sam, where the fuck are you?"
He walks back into the kitchen, knowing that was the last place he saw her, his heart starts pounding when he sees the open door leading to the yard. He runs to the door shouting, not caring about the noise. "Damn it Sam, answer me."
He pulls up short when he sees her kneeling on the ground next to a well pump.
"What's up?" she asks, concerned but oblivious to the heart attack she almost gave him.
"Damn it woman, what did I say?" he yells at her.
She gives him a sheepish smile "Sorry. I saw the pump and just wanted to see of it works."
"An you couldn't wait another five minutes?" she just shrugs "Argh! Woman, you're gonna drive me nuts. Can we go finish checking the house now?"
She smiles and stands up "Yes. And I promise I won't wander off this time."
"Look. It's even got a wood stove, I can cook on an actual stove!" Sam rambles excitedly, checking out the kitchen "And if we can find a few big pots, I bet we could even take hot baths!"
Daryl shakes his head from the living room, trying to get a fire started in the fire place. "You have no idea how much wood it's gonna take to burn both of these? An you wanna cook and boil water? You're crazy."
"I saw a pile of wood out there, it just needs to be split. It should be more than enough for a few days."
"You go find an axe an have fun with that. I'm gonna work on securing this place and getting this damn fire started."
Daryl drops the skinned and gutted squirrels and woodchuck in the sink. "I even did all the hard work you ya."
Sam stares at the pile of raw meat "Thanks? Wait until you see what I found though."
"What do you mean found?" he asks.
"I was just checking out the place while you were gone." she ignores his groan and opens the pantry door, setting aside a few shelves she pushes a door open "It's a root cellar. Some of the stuff isn't good anymore, but there's so much left."
"Hm." he stares down into the dim room.
"That's it? 'Hm'? Daryl, we can have a feast. And probably still take some with us when we leave." she is beaming "This place is perfect."
"Don't get too comfortable, we still have to leave eventually."
"Yeah, yeah." she says, her good mood still not hindered "You go do whatever you do while I make dinner."
The sun sinks low in the trees and the temperature drops. Daryl throws another log in the fire place and the delicious smell of cooking food wafts through the house, making his mouth water. Sam walks into the room with a mug in each hand.
"I couldn't find any bowls." she says, handing one to him.
"This works." he says, sitting in the big chair by the fire.
Sam sits down on his lap, her legs over the arm of the chair, leaning on his chest, "Let me know how it is."
"Oh… ok." he says, thrown off by her seating choice.
Both of the mugs sit on the floor, empty, like the soup pan in the kitchen, their stomachs are more full than they have been in weeks. Sam is curled up on his lap still, her head resting against his neck, staring peacefully at the fire.
"Can I ask you something?" she asks quietly, still staring at the fire.
"Shoot." he says, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head.
"Who gave you all those scars?"
His body goes rigid, she lifts her head up and her eyes search his face "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
He is quiet for a long time, "My old man, mostly. He had a hell of a temper and liked his belt a little too much. Couple from my mom too."
"I'm so sorry."
He shakes his head "Was a long time ago. I "
Her kiss cuts him off. She places her left hand on his cheek. "It's not ok. You didn't deserve that. Nobody does."
He shrugs and opens his mouth to say something else and she kisses hi again.
"No," she looks at him "and I'm gonna keep telling you that until you believe it."
Her lips claim his and he immediately opens his mouth for her. Without breaking the kiss, she moves to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, her fingers tangle in his hair, careful not to grip too tight, she nips and sucks at hi bottom lip, swallowing his groans. She moves his hands off the arms of the chair and places them on her hips. His fingers grasp at her, digging into the cloth of her jeans, causing her to involuntarily rock forward. She slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt until it's just his under shirt between her hands and his skin. Even through the fabric, his stomach muscles twitch as she runs her hands over them. She slides her hands around his back, still over his shirt.
Her lips move from his lips to his ear, "Don't just sit there, if you want to touch me, then touch me."
His hands move hesitantly from her hips, sliding up her sides, under her shirt. She rocks her hips back and forth, feeling the hard length under her, trying to send his silent encouragement, but his hands stop just shy of her bra.
Trying not to show her mild frustration, she bites his neck, harder than she has in the past. He digs his nails into her back, making her arch against him. Her control starts to fray and she kisses him hard, almost bruising her lips. Her hips work out a rhythm and she moans into the kiss, his fingers grip her sides so hard, she knows they're going to leave mark, but he stays still.
"Daryl, please." she pants, kissing his neck, her whole body pulsing. "I need you to do something, touch me, please don't just sit there."
He pulls his head away from her and loosens his grip on her "I, uh" he starts, his voice strained "I gotta do a quick patrol outside before we go to sleep."
He gently pushes her off his lap and stands, quickly turning away from her so he doesn't see the look on her face. He grabs his poncho and crossbow and leaves the warm house.
The night air is like a slap in the face, he walks the perimeter quickly, the full moon providing more than enough light.
"You stupid fuck," he shakes his head and sits on the front steps "probably blew it like some little punk bitch."
All those girls him and Merle brought home and he'd never actually sealed the deal with any of them for one reason or another. Sure, he's messed around with them, but that's it, of course Merle didn't know. Merle who had been getting laid on a regular basis since sixteen, if he had known, he would have been absolutely merciless.
When Daryl walks back in the house, Sam is curled up, asleep on the chair. He carefully picks her up, trying his best not to wake her, and carries her to the bed. Hopefully he didn't screw things up too bad earlier.