A/N Hey guys, sorry it's been so long, I've had a whole lot going on in my life lately. But I'm back! Enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think! Much loves 3
The rain falls son the windshield like a continuous sheet, making it next to impossible to see outside. Daryl refuses to pull over and wait out the storm, instead turning the wipers on as high as they will go.
"You can't see two feet in front of the car." Sam argues "What if you hit something? And these roads are full of potholes after the winter. We'll end up with a flat, just pull over."
"Relax. We'll drive through the storm an be out of it soon." he reassures her, squinting through the rain.
"Are you fuckin kidding me? Did you see the clouds at all before it started?" the car hit's a hard bump and one of the tires blows, causing Daryl to lost control of the wheel.
Daryl finally gets control and pulls the car to a stop. Sam opens her mouth, Daryl looks at her and holds up one finger.
"Don't chu say a fuckin word. I'll change it when the rain lets up."
She bites her lip to try and keep the smile hidden.
"Not a damn word." he reminds her.
"So what do we do now, until the rain lets up?" her lips twitch up in a smile.
"I'm open to ideas." he shrugs "Actually, hold up. I got something for ya."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, surprised.
"Back in Boston." he says, digging through his pack "Saw these on yer desk, figured you'd be missin them, so I grabbed em fer ya."
Sam looks at the objects in his hands and has to blink back sudden tears. She gingerly takes her mp3 player from him, like it will disappear if she moves too fast.
"You even got the car chargers too." she looks from her hands to him and back. "I can't even … I love you so much right now."
He chuckles when she launches herself across the seats to hug him.
"I can't believe you thought to grab them! I never would have thought about it." she squeezes him tighter.
"You were talkin bout missin music so much, figured it would cheer you up some."
Sam can not stop smiling as she gets it all set up and waits for it to power on. As the music flows through the speakers and fills the car, a sense of peace fills her, she relaxes against Daryl and lets the music drown out the sound of the rain. When the familiar chords of "Angel's Wings" start she leans over and turns the song up a little.
"Who is this?" Daryl asks as she settles back into his arms.
"Social Distortion, one of my favorite bands. They've been around forever." she hums along to the song.
"What else you got on there?" he asks, picking up the device.
"All sorts of stuff, I'm sure you can find something you like." she navigates to the library for him "We seemed to at least know a lot of the same songs that night at the bar."
His deep laugh shakes her body "You still remember that?"
"Of course I do, I drank you under the table that night." she laughs when he playfully shoves her away "Oh come on, you weren't expecting me to hold my own, I know that."
"Not any more though, you can hold your own no matter what." he kisses the top of her head.
Sam drifts in and out of consciousness, allowing the rain, familiar music and Daryl's arms to relax her.
Gentile shakes wake her up from her nap, "Rain's let up, we can change the tire now an get back on our way."
Sam shakes off the last of the sleep, "So I'll change it, you keep watch?"
"Yeah, there ya go." Daryl smiles and nudges her "You ever change a tire in yer life, city girl?"
"Nope, and a few months ago, I'd never shot or skinned a deer. No better time to learn new skills than the end of the world, right?"
"I'll tell you how to do it, but you keep watch while I work, I wanna get this done fast, no more snow, walkers are gonna be everywhere again."
Sam pulls on her boots and jacket and follows Daryl to the back of the jeep. He had already taken the spare off the back door and is rummaging around for a jack. When he finally finds it, he drops it on the ground next to the tire, splattering them both with muddy water.
Sam stops, brushing off the water and grudgingly accepts Daryl's bow.
"Close enough so you can grab the bolts back, but not close enough to get yourself bit." he reminds her and sets to work on the tire, explaining step by step how to do it.
"Seems easy enough," she says, scanning the area around them. "Think we'll run into any more herds like the one on the farm?"
"Pretty likely, maybe not as big, but I'd say yeah." he glances under the jeep at the other side "Got one coming up on the passengers side."
"Got it." she says, quickly dispatching it and grabbing the bolt.
"All set here, let's go." he lowers the jeep back to the road "You remember where we are?"
"Of course I do. Man, you would be lost without me, wouldn't you?" Sam jumps in the car.
"I wouldn't be up here if it weren't for you." he grins at her and starts the engine.
"And you'd miss out on this adventure." she jokes back.
He stares at her with half a smile on his lips, deciding not to mention a few months ago when he was shot, kidnapped and beaten. A lot of good actually came out of those few days. He has to remind himself to pay attention to the road and her directions instead of just staring at her. The corners of his mouth twitch up in a smile.
"Got some mud on ya." he licks his thumb and swipes the mud off her cheek, leaving a wet spot.
"Ew, Daryl. Did you just wipe your spit on me?" she scrubs her sleeve against her cheek.
"First time I've ever heard you complain." he chuckles.
"I don't know where that hand's been, you were just playing in the mud while you were changing the tire." she tries not to laugh and stares ahead.
"You don't complain when my dirty hands are on that pretty little body a yers." his voice drops and rumbles through the car.
Sam has to swallow a few times before she can speak again "No more distractions today." she says weakly "We have to try and get back to the group."
"What ever you say." he smiles and focuses on the road.
Here's a link to Angels Wings, for anyone interested. I absolutely love this song.
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